Perfect. [Completed]

Bonus Chapter

Romeo's POV

I sit on the floor of my cell, my hands resting on my knees. Eyes down. Head bowed so I don't disrespect anybody by chance. The posture submissive and non-threatening. My body barely moves, and even when I breathe my chest doesn't rise and fall down.

I'm perfect.

I know it. This thought used to make my insides turn to ice, so terrifying it was, but now? Now I just accept it. There really is no other way for the monster I am but to be perfect. Completely and utterly flawless, ready for the new, bright life in my future.

I'm not sure if I even have any future to talk about. All I know is that very, very soon I will be taken somewhere and changed. Fixed. Perfected. After that, I have no idea what will come. But I won't fight it. I will never fight anything again.

I don't have the strengh to.

The silentest of sigh escapes my mouth as I just stare on my wrists, cuffed together tightly. Not too tightly, it doesn't hurt if I don't move my hands, but definitely enough to make a point. All the attempts to escape are useless. I will never get away from here.

And that's what I deserve, frankly. After what I've done, after all the ways I've hurt every living person in this world, I don't deserve anything else. Death would be the easy way out for a mass murderer like me. I know it. The doctor made sure I knew it with both my mind and my heart, not that a lot of learning was needed. I guess I always realised this, ever since losing my powers. Maybe even earlier, I can't say.

It’s not silent here. I can hear people walking up and down the hallways, silent jingling of someone’s chain, buzzing of the working machines. But it's not what I had back in our... Xara's house. There I would be able to hear silent songs of birds, wind rustling in leaves, silent hum of the fridge, Xara. Her steps, I think I could seperate the sound of her steps from thousands of others. The way she walked, talked, even breathed, there was always something magical in it. Something I couldn't explain.

A smile creeps on my face, and I allow it to stay there for a couple of minutes. Xara. I already miss her, though I know I can never blame her for making that decision. It's not only that I don't deserve accusing anybody of my own misdeeds, but I also understand why she sent me back.

I'm a murderer. I'm a liar. I'm a criminal. I used force against her, something I would've been thrown in an isolaton room for a long time. But nobody comes for me. Nobody takes me away. I probably should be scared, worried about the upcoming Final Stage, but... I'm not.

It’s not hard for me to remember all those people I have seen that had gone through that stage. There wasn't a trace of fear on their faces, not a tingle of worry or pain. So it had to be something painless, right? Whatever. I don't deserve lack of pain. Not after everything I have done.

Is it terrifying that I actually feel calm about that? As if everything I was through happened to somebody else. Or... Or is this what being perfect feels like? Calm, relaxed, not worrying about past or future? Maybe. The past is past, the future us unknown, all that matters is present.

And in present I'm pretty comfortable. I'm not cold or hot, nothing hurts, I feel neither hunger nor thirst. Yeah, present isn't bad. Perhaps I should think about being perfect in present, and not worry about things that had already happened or that would happen? That's what made Xara give me away, after all.

Since nobody is coming, I close my eyes and eagerly dive in the ocean of memories. Sharp pain stabs me in my heart if I have one - Xara can't do it. This shouldn't, but it hurts like hell. Knowing that her memory would always be haunted by what I had done, knowing that I hurt her more than she can ever imagine. Oh, well. I just hope that her memory won't get worse after I'm... Done with. It shouldn't.