When It Ends

Chapter 8: Contemplation

The steam fogs up the entire bathroom making it impossible to see through the fog. I'm not the type of person that swipes their hand along the mirror to see, it's weird and I don't like the way it feels on my hands.

I've never been the type of person to actively be violent against people, I've never had to, no one wanted to fight me. I'd always been glad for that. Now I'm wondering, if I'd actually gotten into any fights would I have harmed them the way I did those hunters? Was it destined for me to be a killer? I did mean to kill them, but I hadn't expected it to work. I was ready to give my life in order to protect two others, but instead I had taken four.

When they couldn't speak, I didn't think much of it. Sort of like killing a bug.

The more human they seemed, the worse I felt about it.

Does it matter that they weren't human? If they had the appearance of a human would that have made it harder for me to kill them, or would I have acted purely out of instinct and the result would have been the same? I never knew I was capable of killing anything other than a bug. I've taken life, and I don't know whether I am remorseful or not.

In the first moments I felt it was me or them, then they only attacked when provoked. I didn't have to provoke. Would they all have turned into their human forms, or would they even have let me leave? Probably not since their goal was to capture. It was me or them, I'm okay with that mentality but, if it was any other way would I be okay? I think I'm a murderer but, I don't know.

You're not a murderer.

You can't just barge into my thoughts whenever you want to.

I can.

I'll do the same to you then.

That's fine, you're supposed to know everything about me.

Why?

When we get to my planet I want you to be my wife.

...

Say something.

...

Stop doing that.

What the fuck. You realize we just met right? I definitely just killed some of your people and you want to get married. You cute and all but I'm not about to spend the rest of my life with you. You out here capturing people and shit. You got me fucked up.

I understand your hesitance...

Next topic, did you find clothes?

Yes I have pants.

And a shirt?

Not exactly.

I finally exit the bathroom with a t-shirt and skinny jeans on. I enter my bedroom and see him sitting on my bed.

"What did you mean, not exactly?"

"I'm not sure where they are so I went into your closet and found this." He holds up a ripped shirt. "It was too small."

"No shit Sherlock."

"My name is not Sherlock, it is Pharaoh."

"Like Egyptian monarch pharaoh?"

"Yes."

"Who named you?"

"I did. On my planet the people who birth us do not name us, we are given the choice of names when we reach the age of 10. I read some of human history and decided upon the name."

"Do some people choose to not have names?"

"Yes, many of the ones trained to be hunters."

"So why do you have a name?"

"I am not like the rest."

Hmm, smells like, bullshit.

"Interesting." I look back to the ripped shirt in his hands and walk over to the drawer. Picking up about 3 big shirts I toss them to Pharaoh.

"This has all happened pretty fast don't you think, Pharaoh? I mean why would you even want to marry me?" I say sitting on my bed near the head board.

He puts on the black shirt I gave him and turns to face me. I don't even want to look at him, he's so gorgeous. Ugh.

Maybe I'm just thirsty, never had a boyfriend before.

His hair is black and curly and green eyes, his jawline is just... ugh I hate him.

He smiles a little.

"Stop getting all in my head."

"That is why I want you, you're so different from all the females on my planet. They have no backbone, no will to fight because they've already had everything. Now I want to give you everything."

"Wow Shakespeare that was beautiful." I had been so caught up listening and looking at Pharaoh I hadn't noticed Cameron by the door with Jack.

"Cameron, stop hating." Pharaoh, really?

"Who's hating?"

"You sound real salty." Shook.

"Bitch who you calling salty?" Cameron, you too?

"The saltine cracker standing in front of me, salty ass bitch."

"Oh my fucking god." That was me. I think I'm dying that shit is ridiculous.

Literal tears are streaming from my eyes at their argument. They so damn immature, I never expected this. Well, Cameron I did, but Pharaoh?

Clearly he learned a lot from going through my head.

"Y'all need to stop cursing in front of Jack."

"Dasana, you just going to let him call me a saltine?"

"You called him a bitch."

"He deserved it."

"How? You interrupted our conversation."

"No one was talking to you, alien." Apparently that was the last straw because Pharaoh stood up and started walking towards Cameron.

Thankfully he put Jack down, and now Jack was wobbling over to me.

My mood instantly lightens more at seeing Jack walk to me, then he raises his arms wanting to be picked up. I place him on the bed, close to the wall and then stand to try and stop the impending fight.

"Hey guys, let's just stop the arguing right now okay? If you two fight in front of Jack I'm beating both your asses."

Cameron steps back but Pharaoh stays where he is glaring at Cameron. I get in his head after putting my hand on his tense shoulder.

You need to chill.

He wants to stop me from being with you. I need to eliminate him.

You eliminate him and I'm leaving.

Why do you keep protecting him?

He's been with me since this happened, and I don't want to see him die.

You like him?

As a friend.

He turns to face me.

Really?

I nod my head.

Do you like me?

I nod my head.

I tell myself it's because he's upset and I don't want to make him more upset but, in all honesty I've always caught feelings fast.

That doesn't mean I want to go to his planet though, he still got me fucked up.