Satanas

Arrival

My arrival at Outpost 3 was greeted with unfamiliar faces, except one. Mead. I didn't approach her or even ask about what happened to Michael. She didn't seem to even recognize me. But I assumed the boy I knew and loved had died in the blast so her not recognizing me felt like it was for the best.

Within all the time I had before the apocalypse, I kept my mind away from anything but controlling and growing this power I had. Nobody had known about it, not even now. And even as we stayed in the outpost, I knew I could do things unusual but I kept them to myself.

I didn't care for many of the people in this bunker. I kept mostly to myself. Occasionally, I'd talk to Mallory and Coco. I had Gallant tie my corset every day because the ridiculous dress code Venable had set required it and all the other men here annoyed me.

While being in a place like this, we all lost track of times and dates. The same song played over and over.

I began to feel lost even though I never left and probably would never leave again. This was where we all lived now.

Sometimes I locked myself in my room and tried to keep myself busy with spells. Things I never knew the proper names for but I could do them to pass time.

It was what I had been doing before gathering with everyone and then seeing the one person I never thought I would see again.

Michael.

His hair had grown. He looked the same but different. Older. Handsome, as he always was. My heart skipped so much, I thought I'd pass out.

He circled around to where Venable had stood and stared. He stared at her until she left him to stand there alone. And then he saw me. I knew him well enough still to see how seeing me effected him. But nobody else would have caught it.

Hearing his voice, sounded so much like heaven. He sounded older. More mature and confident. I hung onto every word he said but really I was barely understanding anything because all I wanted was the hear the sound of him speak.

When he said he was going to interview every one of us... I snapped out of it.

"I'll go first." I said.

His eyes landed on me for the millionth time since he'd come in the room but he looked at me different. Finally he had heard me speak for the first time in so long.

I needed to get in a room alone with him. I needed to know things and clear things up. I had, after all, got him arrested.

I sat in a chair across from a desk as he shut the door and made his way over. I had expected him to sit right away but then I felt his fingers glide across the back of my neck and slowly down my left arm.

He walked over to the chair on the other side of the desk and kept his eyes on me the entire time. He looked so handsome, it made me want to shake.

"I've missed you." He said.

My eyebrows furrowed together and a small laugh left my mouth, "do you not remember what I did to you?"

"I remember. But I also remember everything else you did to me. And all the things I did to you.." He smirked at the memory and I rolled my eyes at the sexual reference.

"That was a long time ago."

"Was it? I think about you everyday." His eyes just wouldn't leave me. They looked over every inch of me like he was remembering but also studying the things that seemed new. "You look different.."

"Is that good or bad?" I asked.

"Oh, it's good. You look.. matured. But still just like the girl I fell in love with."