Satanas

The Final Fight

We fought and argued a lot. Some of the things were just ridiculous and not worth the argument. But I remember only having a total of 3 meaningful fights. 2 ended in us fucking till our minds couldn't remember the fight. The last one ended in us breaking up. All of them happened so far from each other. But that last one.. I remember the clearest.

"I told you! I never touched him! I was all the way across the counter!" He yelled.

"You never hide anything from me, why can't you just tell me you have something going on with you?" I asked, knowing he was hiding something special about him. Some kind of supernatural power, but I couldn't call it that without knowing what it truly was. 

"I don't have anything going on with me.. I was angry but I think I'd remember killing a man.."

"They think you did it. They're gonna take you away." I told him.

"No. I don't want to leave.." He said emotionally.

I shook my head, knowing good and well there was no choice, "you'll be arrested, Michael.." I said trying to come to terms with what would happen to him. I wanted to know what was happening with him, just like I wanted to know what was happening with me. I had moved things without touching them too. Lit candles without a lighter. projected myself into a room my physical body wasn't in. But I had never killed someone.

"Mead will get me out.." He said but I sighed, "it's not that simple.. this is murder.." As I spoke, his eyes welled with tears and he came closer to me. His hand came to my face and he made me look up at him, "will you come to visit me..?" He asked. 

"No."

His eyebrows furrowed together and his grip went to my jaw and tightened as he looked at me, "you think I'm crazy? You think I did it?" He said.

"Michael—"

"You think I'm a murderer?"

I could sense his hostility and he made me feel angry just from that. I pushed him away roughly and he stumbled back. "No. I don't. I think you're a coward. I think you're too scared to face what ever is going on with you and if you won't let me in, then you can go to jail and work it out in there.." I said angrily. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me! I don't know what to do and it's not fair that I have to lose you because you have no patience!" He yelled. 

"I'm not the one who needs to be patient! A man is dead and you're being blamed!"

"I didn't do it!" 

Our yelling went on for a little while longer but the last straw for me was him trying to make it better by kissing me. My anger overflowed.

I pushed him away roughly and he hit the wall, "fuck you, Michael! Enjoy prison, you belong there!" I yelled and I waved my hand toward the phone. And suddenly there was a knock on the door. I somehow.. summoned the police right to him.

"What did you do..?" He asked. 

I didn't answer as I backed away towards the back door.

"Kansis, what did you do?" He asked again. 

I shook my head and waved my hand again. The front door opened as I left out the back. 

That was the last time I saw Michael. 

Until the apocalypse of course...