Sinful

revelations

Almost a month had passed at the sanctuary, and every night Michael will toss and turn in bed, many times I had asked him about what was making him anxious, but he would always avoid the topic, he wasn't the only one acting weird though, I had hid from him that I'd been having terrible headaches, he was so focused with all the Cooperative meetings that he didn't see me in long periods of time and I didn't want to worry him with it, or the nausea that had invaded me, the explanation I found for this was that I was under stress, as stupid as it may sound; I could have everything I wanted here, I was alone most of the time, I didn't really wanted to eat, Amon's soft purrs made me company when Michael wasn't around, or I could hang out with Val, who would constantly ditch me for the casino though.

I was feeling weird since a long time ago, but I didn't like bothering people with my issues. 

It wasn't all bad though, people had started to respect me, they saw me at church, or sitting along Michael during the designed hours to eat, even if I didn't like much of the food or wish I had something else to eat, people here were even worse than the people at the outpost, rich, arrogant and pretentious, but at least some of them were more interesting. Like my friend Jannah, she was an important scientist before, and now she doesn't really get to do much, she's ten years older than me, but in this place age doesn't really matter, not like ten years is that much. Often I ask her about her research, the things she knows, I'm curious, I want to learn I don't just want to spend the rest of my life with nothing to do, or without knowledge, so it's interesting to hear her.

Tomorrow Michael told em to join him to one of the meetings, it's weird, but I said yes, as always I would like to lay dumb and pass inadverted, if people felt comfortable they could always slip and talk a little too much, and I lived for that. I was thinking about that while we laid in bed, I knew that like every other night Michael was going to have a nightmare, but he was just going to play though and deny it, so today I decided to wait until he fell asleep and take care of him. His breathing was now calm and steady so I knew he was asleep, I sat straight in bed and gently placed his head in my lap, the room was pitch black and I almost screamed when something jumped on the bed and laid at my feet, but I remembered it was just Amon.

I was getting sleepy but then I felt Michael gripping the sheets tightly, his hole body tensed and he murmured something, "what have you done?" I think he said.

"I'll get her back" he painfully said, and I ran my hand soothingly across his chest, his forehead was sweaty, which wasn't that weird due to him always being unusually hot, but this sweat was cold, the frown on his forehead was deep and he started turning in bed.

"Michael, it's okay. You're dreaming, it's okay" I murmured, trying to get him to hear me without waking him up.

I searched for his hand, and softened his tight fist intertwining my fingers with his. 

"Not her.... leave her" he said

I wasn't sure what else I could do to help him, I could plant an illusion on his mind, but I was afraid he would notice and wake up. The hold he had on my hand intensified, his demonic strength was starting to hurt me, and even when I shook him he didn't wake up. So I decided to go for the illusion, I decided to project the time we went camping, his frown slowly disappeared and he stopped sweating, I thought it had worked, but after a moment he woke up startled, lifting his head from my lap, the candles around the room lit up furiously, allowing me to see the shock on his face followed by him roughly rubbing his face.

"Hey, it's o-" I scared him, and he moved away from my touch, still looking a little lost.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked sighing and pulling me close