Days Since Incident: 1102
Time: 16:30
Place: Campsite, West Side
Climate: 69°F
“Are you going to see your sister?” Michael asked Kris. She remained quiet, and instead, snuggled closer to him. The weight of several thick blankets, making it difficult to move. Their evening’s “activities” had taken a quick pause, yet Kris was ready for another round.
Without warning, Kris straddled Michael, exposing herself completely. She’d hoped her bare chest would distract him long enough to forget about Grae. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. All Michael did was stroke her cheek.
“When did you speak to her last?” Michael asked, holding Kris in place on top of him.
Kris didn’t speak at first, and just leaned into his warm hand. “It’s been a few weeks...we did have another argument.”
“About what?” Michael asked. Kris remained quiet, however, when she didn’t respond, he continued, “You always come here to fuck, but you won’t talk about anything.” Michael said, somewhat disappointed.
“Do you want to stop this?” Kris asked seriously. In her head, this was just an arrangement to help “blow off steam”. She didn’t like talking about personal stuff, especially with someone who revered and idolized her sister SO MUCH.
Kris found it so...annoying the way everyone idolized her sister. She was (in their eyes) the most amazing, powerful savior, who rescued them from the grasps of Hell. All Kris saw, when she saw Grae, was a monster.
Their early childhood memories were filled with normal stuff, though Kris cannot remember much from it. But she knew that Grae had changed completely after the incident with their parents. And though she understood what Grae HAD to do, it didn’t take away from how she viewed her.
The “Grace” she had known had died immediately that night. She became “Grae”: someone who could kill without hesitation or remorse. It was like she looked for it; she had a strong desire for it. And the power and perks she acquired from other civilians, was getting to her head.
And then the “TOP SECRET” incident happened, and everything Kris thought about her sister increased a thousand-fold. The power and ability she got, just from that incident alone, made her more dangerous than any other Chaser and Reaper outside of the wall.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Michael said, sitting up. Kris got off of Michael, and made her way to her clothes. Without waiting for Michael to explain himself, Kris began to dress.
Michael grabbed her arm to stop, hoping that she'd listen to him. “I don’t want to stop. At all.” He began stroking her cheek again, hoping to calm her down.
Kris stopped, but at this point she was almost dressed. “We...we never talk. All we do is fuck. Now, I do not mind it. But I was hoping...perhaps…” Michael started strong, but began to mumble towards the end.
Kris grabbed Michael’s chin, and made him look at her. She straddled him again, asking, “What are you looking for exactly?”
“I...I want a...relationship…” Michael finally blurted out.
Kris wanted to laugh, but she kept herself quiet. She truly cared for Michael, but sometimes she felt he was a bit, well, stupid. She wasn’t heartless, though.
“I know you do…” she said softly. “But with everything going on right now, why do we have to slap a label on what we have? The world is being overrun by monsters, so why not enjoy the time we have?”
Michael looked at her with a confused face. “Don’t you want some degree of normalcy?”
Kris laughed. “Normalcy? I don’t think that word truly exists.”
Michael responded. “I mean, things may NEVER get to where it was before. But we have stability now. I want to build a life with someone, and get old. Why should the world, and the monsters that inhabit it, stop us from living?”
Kris got off Michael; he didn’t understand the world the way she did. He was still a “believer”: someone who would see a glimmer of hope in a room filled with darkness. She was different; the world showed its fangs, and destroyed any chance of hope, love, normalcy, or happiness she may ever have.
“Michael, I don’t want what you want. I want to enjoy my life, not be tied down by old societal rules.” Kris said simply. She felt bad, but he needed to know.
“Don’t you want what Grae and Rayn have? They’re fucking married! Even with everything going on, they made that commitment to each other.” Michael asked bluntly.
That was the breaking point for Kris; she hated being compared to Grae. She grabbed the rest of her stuff, and stomped towards the bedroom door. Michael jumped out of his bed, grabbing a bed sheet to cover himself, and ran after Kris.
“What did I say wrong?” Michael asked, as Kris opened the door.
Kris stopped, and turned to face him. She was angry, and nothing he said or did at the moment would change that.
“Do me a favor Michael. If you ever expect to fuck me, I’d recommend that you NEVER compare me to Grae again.” Kris said angrily. With that, she slammed his bedroom door, and walked out of Michael’s house.
The brisk night air slapped Kris, chilling her whole body. It did, however, help prevent the tears from coming out, which she desperately needed.
“Now, I guess I’ll head to Grae’s house. GREAT!” Kris said sarcastically.
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