HUMAN-LESS

Chapter 9: Deep affection

All around the world, medical authorities are overwhelmed by epidemics. Increased virulence upon people from all continents.

Screaming heard in the distance or maybe it just lives in the back of my mind.

She forces a smile; she isn't gun shy.

"How come you always knew where to find me but never came after me?" Fear, not rational planning, drives Aliza.

I stare in fascination at the dark ring of bruises on her left wrist. "You pushed me away and I liked it there." I was designed to be alone. I don't pay attention and I don't listen.

In the meantime, one of her many boy toys enters the small room. When I take a look at him, his heartbeat explodes.

He smells like bourbon and talks like he's sober. The boy had freedom but then he lost it. Aliza entered his cage and broke everything inside.

I gesture for her to follow and we walk fast. The reunion isn't going as she planned. She has no idea what to expect and that's just wonderful.

Four minutes later we reach the white room, the lights are all going out and one endless darkness comes. You get used to it after some time.

There's a short moment of silence.

"What did you say to Him? If he was still alive." Aliza asks me. She is that insecure and it's too late to turn back now but projecting the blame won't work this time so I take her hands and draw her close enough. Aliza frowns as I lean forward to kiss her cheek. She wants to ask why but holds her tongue.

Seconds pass and the pretty illusion that no harm will come to her spreads which is a big mistake.

Aliza has two problems: myself and her peculiar ideas.

After a cold smile for my sister, I grab a handful of her hair and toss her into a big hole in the ground that was right behind her. No more playing the victim role, sister.

"I am the monster they created." I say it out loud. They made me what I am. Now she gets to enjoy it.

The glimmer of fear in her eyes pacifies me. That's all I want to see. Euphoria hits me; the kind someone experiences when climbing into bed at the end of a long day.

All that blood looks good on her; it really does bring out her eyes.

"I regret nothing." And now she screams.

"You are going to be all right, Aliza. After all, you come from a strong line of lunatics and murderers."

There is no going back.