Glad I dissed that long author note. PS I don't like AlmaxBeckett, this is just an idea based on my opinion of what became of Beckett's soul.
Michale Beckett was standing alone, he was in a plain of his own sorrows. Sorrow of losing his team, and sorrow for his own self. What he had endured since the star of the mission, from simple taking in Artiside to custody, to a full on out live or die survival situation. Becket himself would consider maybe killing himself if he had known how all of that was to turn out. All of that, learning of the horrors of that Bitch, learning of the true intentions of Wade Elementary, to the sight of seeing all of his team die. But the worst however, was probably being that Bitch's baby daddy.
Why did he not do it? Why the hell was it that the first born did not kill the Maggot? Did he know how dangerous that thing would become in the future? did he not care about the lives of the many? Or was he selfish enough as to want to allow that Thing to live out of pity? Or was it him being a brother?
Becket could not decide on which one to comprehend. Why was it that fate was laughing at his face with all of this? He had to guess maybe either God was an asshole, or that their is no God.
Michael now knew that their is no hope for him. Alma has come for him, when she passed on, she came for him. He was at the mercy of the insane ghost. Why is it that she solely wants him and him alone? From out of all the males on his team that wanted her, why was it he who would be the father of her child? It was all one big conspiracy to him, he was hiding from her. Hiding in this empty pain of existence that was her mind.
Even now, he could hear her speak to him. She was whispering into his ears that she would be holding him, and that he will never be alone or feel pain with her. Did she believe truly that he actually want her?
"Alma." Michael said out loud as he stood in the little grassy area that had the swing. He remembered what Keegan had told him the last tiem they had met. He wished that they would have had a different last encounter.
"Why does she only want you!"
Why does she? She was crazy, was he the only one that she as a proper breeding tool? Or was their more to what meet the eye? Beckett would have to ask her, for he did not know the answer, and she would know what to tell him, because in truth. Somewhere deep, deep down inside of Michael Beckett's very core, he knew. He knew that Alma indeed in fact love him. Love him so much as to rape him. Love him so much as to save him when he could have died all those times. Love him to the point of killing anyone or thing that got in the way of her obsession.
"Michael..." He hears her say to him, he feels her thoughts, he sees the things she fantasizes. The...perversion and obsessing insanity of it all is just enough to make even a mad genius wish he was dead if he were in Beckett's shoes.
"Michael..." Alma said with a hint of joy with breathy voice that sounded full of what little life she had with it.
"No..." Michael said, knowing what Alma was already going to ask.
"What?"
"I won't Alma...I don't love you, can't you see?" With harshness in his voice Michael then turned around, facing his greatest fear. The daughter of Harlan Wade was in her nude form as always when around him, carrying the body she used to seduce him.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me that at least, I deserve to know what keeps you to me," Michael asked, demanding why it is that she obsess over him. "are these abilities that were forced into me what causes your fucked obsession?" Michael said as he gazed deeply with an enormous hate within those eyes of the Bitch.
"I wanted you..don't you see? I love you..." As soon as she said that, Michael just shook his head, and walked backwards, he was backing away from this insane woman who would not stay dead.
"It is more then that Michael..."
"then what? tell me, I deserve to know that much after all that you have done to me at least." Michael demanded, and he was bearing his teeth and hate in his eyes. Confusion and hatred fueled his very being.
"I have known from the moment I say you, that it would be you who would give me a child. It would be you who would have the privilege of having me."
"Privilege you fucking raped you bitch!" With that said, Michael tackled Alma Wade, grabbing her by the neck, wishing to strangle the life from her. If it were able to do such a thing to a ghost.
Alma knowing of Micahel's intentions, unleashed a wave of psychic blast, pushing Michael off of her, and him being vulnerable as he was stunned on the ground.
"Why don't you care for me? Why are you like him? Why do you hate me?" She asked, as she walked over to him, waving her hand in the air, using her telekinetic powers to hold him down.
"I won't let you hate me...I won't let you go...I have never felt any love or affection. My own father sent me in a tube and left me to die, and my first born was taken from me as a child, and when I first meet him, I almost killed him. I don't want to hurt you." Alma said, as she stood over Michael, in her young teenage looking form.
"Then what? What is it that you shall do to me? Send me into some God forsaken land of nightmares, have me torn apart?" Michael shouted, demanding to know what his fate shall be.
"I said this already Michael, I don't wish to hurt you," She said, ad then crouched to his level. Her face close to his, and their noses so close that they could practically touch each other if any closer.
"I wanted only to reshape the world at one point, and then another I wanted to have a family, but now I know what I want now." She said, and with a fiendish grin, she looked down upon the Sgt. that was now defenseless and completely vulnerable.
"Please...don't...I beg you..." Michael said, knowing what it was that he was to endure.
"Michael. You have to understand, I am leaving here, but beyond the veil, I don not want to be alone. I need someone with me, I need someone to love me, to hold me, to make love with me."
"NO!" Michael shouted, but he was pinned. he black widow has caught her pray, and her pray was a male that chose not to be the predators bride. Many of his team had been lured to her siren like voice, and now they were dead, and he had been caught in a web, and now he was to suffer not in pain like a knife to the kin, but pain as in humiliation of being violated.
"Alma...please..."
"Hush...just lay back...and enjoy yourself." Alma said as she began to climb on top of him, using her psychic powers to hold him down. Beckett tried with every ounce of his strength to get her off, to break her will, but she was too strong, and he had grown weak.
"Please stop...I'm begging you." Michael said, and Alma smiled to his struggle. She softly placed her hands upon his chest, trying to calm him down, but still his fear of her would not leave. He was terrified by her presence, she had to show him that he needs not to fear her. For she only wants to make him feel good. As well as herself.
With a soft touch to his face, Alma Wade leaned in to kiss him gently in the forehead. Even though Alma could not see his expression, she knew from within her very being that soon he will learn where he belonged, and who he belonged, for their love was to last forever.
"Please...stop..." Beckett was at the verge of crying. First she was scaring the hell out of him with hallucinations, the next, she is stalking him and killing his team in the process. And then when she has him tied down in a chair, she brutally rapes him.
"I don't want to harm you Michael... you know that right?" Alma asked the Sgt. and he only swallowed hard, refusing to look into those yellow eyes.
"Fuck you...fuck your sons...and fuck that child you had..." Michael said to her, and with that said, Alma's very expression changed from soft and seductive, to angered and violent.
The ghost gripped Michael's face, and she forced him to look at her. "Listen to me very closely Michael, I love you, but don't ever talk that way about my family. Our child is in the hands of our first, and now he will raise it well. I expected you to be mature about all of this...but I see you can only hate me for the past," Alma said this, as she slowly got up from him, and behind her a black portal to another plain opened. "I see now that if you will not come with me...I will take you."
"No...please I beg you...what the hell have I ever done to you, why won't you just let me go!" Michael shouted, and as he did, he watched as Alma walked to the portal, and Michael was being dragged by an unseen paranormal force.
"I am taking you home now...I will stay forever here with you Michael...you cannot and will not leave...you are mine and mine alone."
Beckett looked at the command in her eyes, and for the longest time ever since he learned of Alma's vile intentions, he knew that even in the afterlife he will never be free. He would forever be her slave. Be the unwanted father of her children, and be the father of the Apocalypse.
It was in these last few moments before passing into the dark forever swallowing portal, Michael knew he should have killed himself. He should have so that maybe his team might have been spared. They might have gotten away.
Within a pitch black plain of existence, Michael began to see a light enter the darkness. As Michael looked all around, he could see that the place he was in was none other then the very facility where he had been raped. The place where the his seed of evil was planted.
Beckett looked to where it was he was at, and he realized too late that he was once again strapped into the very amplifier he was to use in order to defeat Alma.
And right on cue, the bitch came out of the darkness. She was wearing nothing as usual, and she carried a smile upon her face. As she stepped closer to Michael, the man could see that their was instead of fire blazing all over, that their was the glowing specks of balls all over, like the time when he was pinned to the wall at the school.
"This is our place Beckett. this is where we laid our child. This is where we will blossom again." Alma said, and she flashed towards him, being in front of him.
Michael could let his anger engulf him, but before he could shout out at her and her obsessive behavior, he felt a wrap of some kind cover his mouth. It was tape.
"I am sorrow Michael...I don't want to hurt you, and I also don't like it when you yell at me. Please just for once...don't hate me?"
Are you fucking insane! After EVERYTHING you put me through, you want me to love and nurture you? I would rather die again then be your bitch boy!
Alma reading his thoughts, made a sadden face, and then looked at Michael in a different way for a change. It was true, she never even let him rest, she was always chasing after him and killing his friends. But it was because they got in the way, if they were elsewhere in a different place at a different time they would not have died.
As Michael struggled to free himself, he felt Alma's hand upon his thighs. As Michael looked down at her, he noticed she was unzipping his fatigue pants. The Bitch was going to do it again. Unbelievable.
"I want you to feel good Michael...I wouldn't do this if I did not love you after all. I have been selfish, I have focused on my own wants, it is time to return the favor.
He tried to tell her to stop, but she would not listen, she was going to listen to her own lust and her own sadistic obsession. Michael felt a tear leave his right eye as he knew he would never see his friends on the other side. Stokes, Griffin, Redd, Manny, he was never going to see his own parents or family members. Instead he would forever stay by the side of his mistress...his Goddess who would reshape the world in her own dark macabre image.
Before Alma would lower herself upon Michael, she brought her face to his, and she gently kissed his cheek while whispering into his ear.
"Relax..."
And as she said that, Michael could feel her cold undead lips press upon his neck. They were cold to the point that Michael felt like ice was touching his skin. Unwantingly he felt a jolt of electricity run through his entire body. It was the kind that one would feel when they met someone special, or when they knew they were going to get laid.
Was this Her doing, or was this something else?
Slowly Michael began to have mixed feelings for Alma Wade. She really didn't deserve what happened to her, but still she didn't have to kill so many people.
As she began to get closer and closer to what he kept to himself, Michael began to wonder what would lay beyond here? If this all goes the way she desires, then what is to become of him? He will without no doubt never see a light at the end of a tunnel, he would only suffer in this world of Alma's he would suffer, and be forced into being a husband. He only wants to forget the pain. Forget what happened with that surgery, forget all the horrible things he had seen.
Michael tensed to the fact of feeling of her. He could not bare to this humiliation, he could not stand to handle such a fate, he could not handle this...pleasure.
Where did that come from?
Was he actually enjoying this?
Psychically he was, but on the inside, he was screaming with insanity. He was confused, he didn't know what any of this meant. It was like having a child being molested my someone of the same gender, they would be scared for the rest of their lives with such imagery, and forever be confused.
Being raped by a ghost you are trying to kill qualifies for the same thing.
It was such an arousing feeling, he didn't like it, but he was being aroused by the very woman he hates the most. She was pleasuring him in a manner that many males can not fight an erection.
wit each sliding moist massage from her organ, sliding around his throbbing organ, Michael felt the ecstasy of it all. He was getting closer and closer to a climax with each passing second.
As Michael felt her grip on him tighten, he gritted his own teeth. She was holding his thighs to dear afterlife. He slowly looked down, to see himself climax, and Alma slowly looked up to hi. Leaving his lower region with a pit of moist spit sliding from her, he watched as she brought her head around his shoulder and left a wet kiss on his neck.
Michael felt humiliated and ashamed for admitting the pleasing feeling. But he was only human.
"Now...its my turn." Alma said, and she sat upon Michael's erected self. He shot his head back, and fought the need to let out a moan of excitement. She was tormenting him with this, and she knew it.
As Alma climbed on top of Beckett, the Bitch flowed thoughts of him and her blossoming, but with a dominating Beckett. She was flooding his mind with unwanted thoughts, and it was confusing for Beckett. The more he tried to resist, the more Alma indulged herself. It was almost as if she enjoyed his sexual torment.
Beckett tried and he tried, but nothing worked. Deep down, he knew he was nothing more but a slave now. He had fought so hard to free himself of her, but now...it seems that Fate would be cruel enough as to allow him to become her Lover.
With each tear drop that left his eyes, with each moan coming from the obsessive Bitch, Beckett just stopped fighting all together.
For now, he learned their was no escaping this. This is how he is to spend his afterlife. Forever in the arms and obsessive hands of Alma Wade. The Mother of The Apocalypse as Halford said, The Bitch as he learned to call her.
"You are mine...you will never leave...I will never let you leave...and you will be happy here...won't you?"
With only a weak breath after being raped once again by The Bitch, Michael managed to utter only a single word that described it all. "Yes."
"So then tell me...Michael. How does the name Michael Wade sound?"
Beckett almost gagged to the very name, but he knows now he cannot fight, he is doomed. He is hopeless to father all her children, to love her with a weak and hollow voice. Does she love him? Or is she obsessed with him? She saves him from danger, but yet she allows her fucked children to kill him? Did she want him to die, so that they can share forever together?
As Alma unwrapped the tape that was covering Michael's lips, she then pressed her dead mouth against his. Michael did not fight, but he did not kiss back. As Alma pressed her lips harder against his, Michael felt as if his lips were to bleed.
Very slowly, Alma broke the kiss, and she whispered to his left ear. "I want you to have me." She said into his ears, and Beckett only began to weep.
Alma then began to shush him like a gentle caring mother would with a baby. As she did so, she kiss his head, and then said. "It's okay...I'm here...I'll always be here. I just want to make you happy Michael, I have been selfish. And now, I only want to make things right between us both." Alma said, and Michael only looked at his wife.
"Please...why don't you let me go? I just want to be left in peace." Michael began to tear a little. Alma then wiped away the tear, and then hugged him, giving him what warmth she could provide.
"Michael...without you I will be alone...I don't want to be alone...I need you. That is why I did it. That is why I conceived our child. I did it because I feared that you would leave me, I needed you by me so I won't go into the dark alone. I need someone to be by me. Can't you see that I am like any other person? I too want love...I want to be cared for...I want not to go into the darkness alone. Can't you see that?" Alma said, she sounded sound, and for some reason that even surprised Michael as he found himself looking down upon Alma with pity, he actually felt bad for her.
She was an experiment not just to Armacham, but to her own father. Michael then found himself actually wanting instead of strangling Alma, but actually set a arm around her.
As Alma looked at Michael, she began to feel sympathy for him, she had put him through so much, and he now is in her possession, but did he deserve to go through so much pain?
As Alma just sat their, holding onto Beckett, she knew that once in a great while he would begin to hate her again and not feel sorrowful, he will be back to wanting to break from her hold. But that will be years later...for now she wanted to enjoy what happiness she had.
For a long period, Michael felt himself cuddling a monster, he actually felt bad for the first daughter of Harlan Wade, and now, here he was pitying the thing he was trying to kill. What was in store for the future? What will become of...his child? Will it grow to live a life its mother and brothers never had?
Michael hoped so.
He hoped his child would have everything it's mother never had.
And Michael for a change from the beginning of the nightmare he was brought into, upon months of horrible experimentation and being in the hands of Armacham, smiled to the thoughts of his child.
What was her name going to be? If he could hold her, he might have named her. But now, she is in the hands of her oldest brother. She will be safe. He knows from within, that The Third will be safe. And he will be waiting until the day he is reunited with his child. Along with his wife.
Yeah got nothing to say other than I maybe could have done better with this, but yeah fuck it. My passion is writing and I write when I'm bored, got a chiller story idea or just for the sake of not falling down on my writing. Gonna go delete my other stupid author notes now bye.