Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
Act 2, Chapter 4 "The Fight Within"
It was a lively night within the Lavanitir port city as a festival was being held at night. After the prior endeavor with the panty thief in a mall, the rest of the evening went without a hitch. He and Zander managed to get some quality bonding time with step bros, though this might be the last time they’ll see each other until Michael has to leave for another mission. It might mean nothing to Michael but it meant a lot to see his younger step sibling hale and hearty, despite the memory loss. Nothing that a good story can’t fix, he’d usually say, which pretty much applies to indulging in his gossip. It was getting late though the festival was still on, lasting up to late in the morning. They decided to head home, and fortunately, they still have time for chit chat when they walk towards their destinations, which Michael is going in the same direction as them. They went their separate ways when they reached the hotel he was staying in.
He went up the antique looking elevator towards the floor where his room was. Before he could get to his room, he wanted to check up on his partner, Giselle, who should be okay at this time. He also wanted to drop off some goods Zander picked up for her while they were shopping for clothes. He knocked on the door, and a familiar voice called out, “Come in!”. He opened the door to reveal a dark room dimly lit by the light on the television as a healthy Giselle laid down watching some more telenovelas in her recovery. “Feeling better?” She nodded, though it should be obvious with the lack of sneezing. The medicine worked, fortunately. He can’t have her sick for a couple of days, afterall. “Yeah,” She glanced at Michael and noticed something, and it took her a second to find tons of shopping bags. “Wait, where were you? Were you shopping without me?!” She asked, though rhetorically. “Yeah. I met up with Zander and he got you these. I needed new clothes anyway.” He said as he dumped it all beside her bed. It was a lot. She noticed the bags to belong to her, and none was for Michael, “Wait, what about yours?” “In cyberspace. I’ll unpack them in my room.” He said, yawning mid sentence. It never occurred to her that Michael was thoughtful. She never had a chance to know him better, though with the circumstances as is, she’d be hard pressed to know the man who was before he lost his memories.
“I bet you’re tired.” “I am. I’ll be heading off to bed now.” He said. Michael got out of the room and closed it, but not before hearing Giselle wishing him sweet dreams. Well, he should have sweet dreams, considering the nightmares he had. Some were mild and forgettable while the rest was… bloody and fear striking. Before he went to bed, he went out to the balcony and surveyed his surroundings. It was pale and desaturated. He closed his eyes and let the wind brush his skin, and he found a moment’s respite from his troubles. He wished he didn’t have a demon inside of him, as much as he appreciated it not acting up. He felt like he could connect with people, and he might have owed it to his psionic awakening. Whatever it was, he’s determined to recover his memories. He opened his eyes, expecting his vision to go back to normal.
It did not.
He sighed disappointed. He knew just closing his eyes and opening them won’t work, but he still wanted to try not out of desperation, but of curiosity. It was pointless to linger around much later so he decided to get some good night’s rest. He got himself changed and headed straight towards the bed. The mattress was inviting, and the pillows looked soft just like the first day he was here. As he laid down, he felt that familiar feeling of drowsiness on his first night in the port city. In just a minute or two, he was fast asleep, tired from his recent ordeals.
Meanwhile, something stirs within him...
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