"why do you feel the need to be around her every second? why do you feel the need to protect her? why do feel the need to breath down her neck? Just..." she paused. "why her?"
"because of her beauty. because of her past. because of her secrets. beca...
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i gasped and shot up from my position. my chest felt like i had been shoved under a boulder and left for dead, i mean, it's not that far off. tears threatened to make their way out as my eyes flickered around the room, looking at dead bodies of my friends. i let out a audible sob at the sight of mallory laying in a pool of her own blood.
slowly lifting myself off the ground, i held onto a nearby table to stop my knees from buckling under me and slowly made my out of the room. through the hallways, voices could be heard from another room as i tried to get there as fast as i can. besides the obvious fact that now all my friends are dead, my mothers words kept repeating in my head.
"he'll keep you safe, he promised" what does that mean?
as i got closer, the voices started become clearer and i could make out the sound of venable talking alongside micheal.
"they're gone. every last one of them, no survivors which will be your fate as well" i could practically hear the smirk in her voice, anger started bubbling inside of me and i forced myself off the wall; walking on my own. i slammed the door to micheal's room open, causing their heads to turn towards me.
before venable could even question how i was alive, i stomped towards her as my fist connected with her jaw.
"you bitch, you thought you could just leave me for dead, huh?" she shook off her initial surprise and sent mischievous smirk.
"well that was the plan" venable shrugged carelessly. her superior act didn't last long when sent a right hook her way, knocking her down to the ground. (that reference)
"that's enough ladies" said micheal calmly, i whipped around and faced him with a glare that could kill.
"and you!" i pointed a finger at him, "who the hell are you?! why do have such an interest in me? how do you know my mother?!" i shouted
he tilted his head to the side like a lost puppy, "your mother?"
before he could get another word out, the sound of a gun clicking filled the empty silence in the room. our heads turned towards venable who held the gun in front of her with determination written on her face, alongside a red mark on her cheek.
"i'm done talking, goodbye" she pulled the trigger
"no!" i jumped in front of micheal.
a thud hit the floor and my eyes slowly opened. a gasp escaped my lips as I watched venable gasping for air, scratching and clawing at her throat as if she was being choked. it only took a couple seconds and she was completely out. her eyes were lifeless and her skin was pale. my breath hitched at the feeling of hands on my waist.
"don't think i didn't see that, little dove" micheal whispered in my ear.
"y-you killed her, how-how did you do that. i was always loyal to her, how could I let this happen?" stuttered out mead, with her sudden shock and silent essence i had completely forgotten she was in cahoots with venable.
"it's alright. you were obeying commands, like you're programmed to do, my commands" micheal said stepping towards mead
"did you enjoy executing the poison apples plan as much as i enjoyed coming up with it?" he smiled sinisterly, my eyes widened at his confession. i thought venable came up with, seeing as how she watched everyone slowly die in pain but i guess micheal was the one behind it all.
"you wanted everyone dead?"
"I've never been a fan of getting my hands dirty, learned that from my father. always more fun to entice men and women to dirty deeds; confirms what I always believed"
"w-what do you believe?"
"that all people, if given the right, are evil motherfuckers" he snarled, i took and deep breath as i tried to process everything, it was all happening so fast; i barley even blinked.
"i'm having trouble with this, i know i'm just a machine—"
"never say that!" micheal shouted, "you're not just a machine, not to me..." he smiled, genuinely.
there's a first for everything
"when i tasked cooperative to have you made i gave them a prototype to follow, someone from my childhood that was very dear to me"
a small smile cracked onto mead's face, "a beautiful boy..."
it was the first time I had seen micheal show so much emotion to one person. all the times I've seen him with others, he's cold and heartless. but in this moment, I could tell he wasn't some monster, he was human.
"that was me, but I had to keep the most important part of you hidden from your mind"
"why?"
"to protect you" he shook his head, "and the plan, i couldn't bare it. i couldn't imagine a new world without you by my side. you were one of the only woman to ever understand me, the only other woman to ever love me..." he smiled sadly.
as if mead had read my mind, she asked, "who's the other?"
micheal turned around and grasped my hands in his lightly, "scarlett"
my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "me?"
"you don't remember, i know you don't, for a very important reason but you scarlett king" he paused. "you were the first girl- the first woman- the first anybody who hasn't cowered in fear of me, ran away, called me a freak or a monster. you were always my lifeline" i smiled softly
micheal's smile dropped, "until you were cut off, and i lost a piece of myself" he sniffled and i didn't realize it in the moment but, he was crying.
micheal langdon? crying? that's never been heard of
i placed my hand on his cheek and lifted his head up
"you're right. i don't remember, i don't remember anything of when I was 13. but what I remember now, is you. you may have done things in the past but that all it was, the past, and now in the present I can see that; you're not a monster, nor a freak, nor unloved. i know i can't remember anything but, maybe i can still be the lifeline you once had. maybe we can start over"
my breath got caught in my throat and the feeling of the same soft pair of lips pressed on mine. i smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
who knows, maybe i'm an idiot for doing this. maybe this isn't the smartest choice, maybe micheal is actually the spawn of satan and is secretly plotting to kill me but hey....
that's not possible. right?
NOTE, jeez, I don't know why this chapter took me so long to write but here you go! remember to vote and comment, Ps should I make a new micheal langdon fic? (unpublished the other cause I hated it)
