"she had the antichrist on his knees and did not know whether to be impressed or terrified"
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could be summarised as an american horror story: apocalypse alternative ending with some added characters.
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Michael stared out of his window, waiting. The same thing he had been doing for months, he didnt know the exact amount of time he had been doing this. 'This' being waiting, waiting for someone he doesn't even remember meeting. But he had met her, at least once - Eve. Michael found a journal, tucked under his mattress which included several entries about a woman named Eve. He had no memory of ever writing anything, but he had and that's what mattered. This was his writing, his journal, despite not remembering it.
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He tried on his own, tried to use the powers he read about. The ones he could use with his mind, but could never do anything. It's why he's waiting for her, waiting for 'the car'. He wrote about her saving him from a car, not many drove down his street especially not fast enough to kill him by getting hit. He even tried driving recklessly, almost got into a major wreck but no woman showed up.
Michael had enough of waiting. Turning from the window he snatched his journal before he marched down the stairs, swinging the front door open and stomping right into the road. It was eerily quiet with a light breeze blowing his short hair ever so slightly. He was breathing heavy, leaning his head back to look at the sky.
"come on" He whispers out his lips "bring her to me" He had certifiably gone crazy, talking to himself like this, but it was time. "COME ON!" He screamed into the abyss. People in their homes were probably moving to their windows to sneak a look at the insane guy shouting.
Huffing he turns to go back into the house when the echo of tires screeching halted his movements. Turning his head he saw the car speeding towards him, a smile made its way to his face. Closing his eyes, he spreads his arms and tilts his head back.
"MOVE!" Suddenly his body is shoved making him fly to the side. He lands on the floor, his journal flying from his hands as he watches the car zoom past him "we've got to go, i'll explain once we move" He looks up to the voice before glancing to his journal
"it's you" Michael mumbles as he looks back to the woman, her confusion is evident "you're Eve?" Her eyebrows raise
"you, you remember me?" The sound of the car reversing gains her attention "let's go" She stretches her hand out and he takes it, picking up his journal in the other. They run together, hand in hand, into some back alley ways before reaching a car. Eve let's go of his hand before uttering a "get in" which he does and she quickly starts the car and backs out of the wide alley before driving into the opposite direction of his house
It's quiet for a little while, just the sound of the car driving before he decides to speak. "you're going to teach me how to use my powers right?" Eve remained quiet for a moment, not even sparing a glance in his direction before she spoke
"how to you know all this? do you remember me?" Michael hesitated as he looked down at his journal. He wanted to remember her, he somehow felt bad for not knowing her. Because looking at her, he felt he should've remembered her. Eve was beautiful and he felt his heart pound whenever he looked too long, so not remembering her felt like a crime
"no i don't" He lets out "but i woke up one day and i found this journal, there's pages and pages of writing- my writing. it's all about you, you're Eve right?" She finally glanced his way for a second to glance at the notebook in his hands before looking back at the road
"yes, iam Eve" This time when she looked over to him, there was a hint of a smile on her lips and Michael returned it automatically because apparently he liked to see a smile on her lips
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Michael looked around the place with curiosity, it was huge and had this unique gothic style to it. However, it seemed like no one had ever lived in it. The furniture seemed branded new, not a scratch or stain to it and neither did any of the decor. Moving through the main corridor, Eve lead him straight to the kitchen which matched the rest of the gothic style. A long black wood dining table was to the side of the large kitchen and Eve walked right to it and sat, so Michael followed.
"may i see that journal?" His gaze goes does to the it still in his hands before he puts it on the table and slides it over to her. Eve flips it open to a random page and silently reads it over before flipping to the next. The only sound for a while were the page's occasionally changing before she closes it and looks over to Michael "this is incredible, i can't believe this thing exists. do you remember writing it?"
Michael shifts in his chair, he felt randomly proud that Eve somewhat complimented his journal and didn't want to admit he has no memory of doing it. He wanted that praise, yearned for it and he didn't know why. Didn't understand why he wanted to desperately please a woman he didn't even remember
"no, i just found it a couple months ago" Eve frowned at the seemingly sad tone he spoke in. She slid the journal to the side before standing and walking over to him. His eyes widen slightly, enjoying the sight of her coming towards him. His heart beats rapidly when her hands reach out and cups his face
"it's ok you don't remember sweetheart, i'll train you to control your powers and be the all powerful man i know you can be. that's a promise"
