Chapter Twenty Two
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Day Twenty Three: Asteroid
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I wake up at the crack of dawn and pound on Michael’s door, yelling, “Get dressed! We’re going!” He comes out, bleary-eyed and bed-headed.
“Okay. Follow.” He is obviously not up for words. I follow him anxiously, wondering where Meteor is. I pass through numerous hallways and down countless ramps. I gulp as I realize where Meteor is. My worst suspicions are realized as I peek around a corner and see a cell, population: Meteor.
As I stand there, Meteor paces, then spontaneously starts punching the wall next to the bars. I can see the brick tearing through the flesh of his knuckles, causing them to bleed all down his arms and onto the floor. I hate seeing him like this.
“Meteor, stop!”
I run to him, grab his hands, hold the scarred, bloody fingers to my heart. He wrests his hands from mine and runs them through my hair. I kiss him through the bars, and, for a moment, everything seems fine. Then his clarity passes and we’re back to the criminal kisses. I hate my father. I hate Meteor. I hate Michael. No. I'm being influenced again. I forgive them all. The kiss is almost crushing, but, right now, it’s all I've got, so I let myself get lost in it.
All too soon, Meteor is collapsing to the ground and all I'm left with is his blood in my hair. Michael stands there, holding an empty syringe.
“I have to do a full x-ray and CT scan. Find out where the murder instinct is coming from.” I look at him hollowly. “It will also stop the heinous kissing,” and I nod in full agreement. He picks up my boyfriend’s limp body and carries him to the all-too-familiar operating room. He does a brief CT and finds the problem almost instantly.
“A microchip in the base of his right ear. It’s attached to a few nerve endings and will need to be surgically removed. He might lose feeling in those nerves, but at least he would be in control of himself. And his kissing.”
“Do it.” I leave the room as Michael pulls out his scalpel. After half an hour, he comes out with a small bag.
“Would you like to do the honors?” He asks, holding the bag out to me. I throw the bag on the ground, grab Michael’s arm and shoot the nearly invisible device with one of his bomb buttons. The floor rumbles but doesn’t break. The bag isn’t so lucky. The plastic pouch and its contents are nothing but ash and dust. He grimaces. “A bit rash. Wanna come see him? He should be better.”
I dart into the OR, knocking Michael over in my haste. Meteor sits up groggily. He rubs his ear, wincing as he accidentally pulls at the stitches and knocks his raw knuckles. From behind, I gently pull his hand to his lap. He turns around and smiles.
“Hey. Why am I in here again?” I hesitantly tell him about the past five days. When I get to the vicious kisses, he starts pacing like a tiger in a cage. After I finish, he turns away, disgusted with himself.
“I can’t believe it. I kissed you like that? I’m so stupid. I can’t even-” he never finishes, because he’s punching the wall again. I just sit there, knowing he has to settle this within himself. Hot, angry tears flood his cheeks. He’s furious because I got hurt, but also because he hurt me and he couldn’t help me. After ten minutes of punching, he stops, probably because there is hardly anything left to punch with, his fingers are so decimated. Then he throws about fifty knives and they land in the shape of Michael, as if he were standing there. He becomes so furious he screams and kicks the metal closet door, leaving a dent, right where my chest would be. His hands shake and he’s down on the floor, arms wrapped around his legs, holding them to his chest. He rocks back and forth, muttering things I don't understand. I do catch one sentence that goes straight to my heart.
“I’m too dangerous.”
I lead him over to the operating table and sit him down. I plan on fixing up his fingers, but he catches my hand, stopping me in my tracks. He kisses me, normally this time. There is nothing heinous about this kiss. He laces his fingers into my hair, but he winces hard and I pull away, more blood in my hair.82Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX1L0ZfXCJX
