The Protector || MJ (TRV - Book 1)

20 | Love Insurance

~I want to make sure I don't break any relationships with anyone just because of a single universal war.~

Love Insurance

Elise

 "Is there a reason why you're like this?" I broke the silence as we went down the penultimate hallway before we reappear in front of Michael and Helena.

"I have no need to tell you. Besides, I like being this way." Somehow, beneath the mask, he's revealing this clown-like, Joker-ish grin.

 "Before we go there... I want to actually agree to your... condition. Let's keep this only between the two of us. I want to make sure I leave them where only you will expect it happening. I don't want any undercover trying to help me. You want me to join you? I agreed. What should you do in return for this big favour I've done you? Give me the freedom to choose my timing and adhere to my plan."

"Trying to be cocky with me, huh? You aren't calling the shots. However..." He moved closer to me, and I inched backwards, but he caught up anyway, his hand holding onto the right side of my neck, tight. A burning sensation ensued and I realised he was branding a mark, some sort of indication I am bound by a contract.

"And also, you will not hurt Michael in any way possible as long as I'm on their side. Every time you hurt him once, I will disrupt one order. You won't disrupt this. I know."

"You demand much from me, but I will get you. I accept your terms." He gazed straight into my eyes, the intimidation trying to break my strong stance.

"We're almost there... I can feel it..." Xandor muttered to himself. I believed it was quite soft, but he seemed to not care that I heard it.

"Ha....hahahaha.... we are one now, my friend." Xandor clenched his fist. What in the holy heck? Did he just talk to someone I don't know? As we went around the last bend...

"We meet again as I have predicted, Michael. Are you that susceptible to my predictions?" Xandor, as if rehearsed for this perfectly, spoke on cue when he was in view of Michael's vision.

"Y... you!" He saw my mask, and his eyes darted back to Xandor, "What did you do to Elise!?"

"She wore it of her own free will. Mind you, she is half Fallen. Now, it's time I settled this score with you I had held so long ago." Hung by cuffs on all four limbs, Michael was trapped, open.

No way to defend himself, from the oncoming torture.

"What score, Xandor? When has a Fallen that crossed paths with me, hated me so much?"

"Hah, I have crossed paths with you, but not as a Fallen. You abandoned me there. You left me to fend for myself. Cowardice. I reminded you before I reversed your infection, and I thought you would remember who I am. You didn't. It seems you are no longer worthy of the bond that we shared." Xandor placed his hand on Michael's forehead, and the onlookers turned away. I stood there, watching, somehow a little excited by the action.

"Ahh.... ahhhh!" Michael seemed to try to hold his head together, to make sure he was still sane, but the cuffs will never let that happen.

"Remember it now, Protector? DO YOU?!" Xandor's voice was literally booming. My ears were left with a slight ringing, fading away in seconds.

"Y...you can't be him. She... must n..join...you..." As if badly exhausted, Michael's head drooped downwards.

"Mi- Michael! Xandor, bring him back, please!"

"He's alive. I won't let him die so easily. It's only just begun. I'll show him my newest creation. He will regret it so badly, he will not be killed by me. He will commit suicide." Xandor caressed Michael's hair, letting out laughs of victory.