LI: When May Comes Again

Immediately I emerged, and was falling backwards.

"Shit!" Faceless's arms flopped across my shoulders and he landed on top of me as I hit the ground. Faceless's eyes were completely blank, and blood was dribbling out of his mouth. "Help! I need help!"


"So he just collapsed?"

"Well, he stumbled and I ran to grab him, then he collapsed on to me."

"Thank you Ms. Duncan."

Michael tightened his hold around me, and I let him. I could feel his heart beat, felt warmed by his body, something I desperately needed right now. The single police officer had questioned me, while EMT's moved Faceless away. Several nurses, orderlies, and trainers had shown up on our hall, despite it being the middle of the night, just to watch the spectacle.

"You are so brave." Michael whispered, "I don't know that I could do it."

"Thanks." Probably not the correct response, but what is the correct response in a situation like this? I just turned a man's brains into pudding, and they were dragging his limp body out on a cart. Thankfully, a lack of security cameras and lack of bruises on my neck meant they couldn't disprove my story. They just had to trust me.

I watched the two EMT's roll the stretcher with Faceless onto the elevator shaft. His eyes were still empty, and his mouth gaped half open. Frankly, it was scary. Finally, the doors shut, and the excitement ended.

Michael took me back into Anna's room. I leaned into his chest, tired, waiting for my long day to end. Anna was still asleep, as was Gabe. Oddly, despite my screams, the two of them had never woken up. I could just feel the love.

"I wish you'd go back to the hotel." Michael said.

"I'll spend it there tomorrow." I mumbled, "Right now I just want to be with Anna. We'll have to tell the others tomorrow, that'll suck."

"I know." Michael said, "They need to know though, this isn't the first time that you've been attacked. Angela, what if it happens again?" I shrugged.

"I dunno."

"Well, we need to tell them. Did we tell them last time? No, we didn't think to I guess. Why did we not tell them?"

"Because being attacked is par for the course with me, I didn't know they'd send another one after me."

"You said being attacked is normal for you! Did you just assume that after one person attacked you, they'd leave you alone?"

"Kind of." Michael just shook his head in irritation. "Alright, I remember we were going to tell them what happened…we just didn't. Ever. They didn't know I was a reborn yet, and when they did find out we didn't tell them."

"That was a mistake." Michael said. He was right, but I did NOT know it at the time. I would learn very soon, but for now I just shrugged.

"Meh, it's been fine so far. I wasn't exactly planning on being attacked again."

That's just it, you never expect to be attacked or stalked, it just happens to you. Even years later, I sometimes wonder about the cosmic joke that is my life, why me? I do know now why me, but not really. You'll understand later.

"So, you going to sleep?" Michael asked. I shook my head.

"How can I sleep?" I asked. "In all honesty, it's been such a long night, it'll be tomorrow before I can sleep."

"Kay. I'll stay up with you." I smiled.

"Thanks Michael."


"So, the guy had a heart attack and collapsed on you?" Desiree asked, a squeal in her voice. "That is so awesome! I wish I had been here to paint his death, death is the hardest thing to capture on canvas, you need to see it happen."

"Why would you want to capture death?" I asked.

"It's real." Desiree replied. It was the next day, and Charlotte, Desiree, Virgil and all of our other pokemon had come to wait with Anna. I was leaning into Michael, who was holding me up. The entire room was spinning, or I may have just been really tired, which ever is more realistic.

"You're not out of these yet?" Rush chirped, standing on Anna's chest. Anna let out a slow breath.

"No, my legs are still as broken as they were the last time I checked, but I'll be out in two days."

"Pecha's might would have allowed I who is Pecha to heal her own legs in half the time!"

"Then use your might to heal Anna." Gabe said.

"Pecha's might works only for Pecha!" The Worthless Rejects were on Anna's bed, crowded around and on her. I wanted to protest, but I could barely move. Only Darheel wasn't on there, he stood behind Anna asleep, blades across his chest.

"I'm sorry for ya." Trish said, perched on one of the riggings. "I can't imagine not moving. Anything I can do for you?" Anna smiled.

"No Gabe…he's done enough." Gabe now smiled, and lay his head across her stomach. "I'll be out in a few days, with any luck."

"So, are you guys going to go back to the room?" Charlotte asked me. I nodded, trying to keep myself standing up while doing so. "Tired?" That Charlotte, she's a master of observation.

"Angela is tired." Michael said, "I'm going to get her back. We'll come back here tomorrow, but please don't disturb us." I think they all confirmed that they wouldn't, I don't remember what happened next. In fact, I remember nothing, until we were back in the hotel room. I remember hitting the bed.

Then nothing.


I had dreamless sleep, and my body felt thrashed when I finally awoke. Every muscle ached, like I'd been hit by a meat mallet repeatedly. I was still dressed, under the covers, which incidentally weighed a small ton. My clothes stunk, and I needed a shower.

"Heh, I reek of shit." I giggled. "Why am I laughing about this?"

Michael was on top of the covers beside me, arm draped across my chest, asleep. I slipped out from under him, and he didn't wake up. "Let him sleep, he needs it."

I got a quick shower, and got dressed. As I did, Michael woke up, and of course, did not tell me.

"You know, your body looks better every time I see it." I shrieked, and flipped around, seeing Michael grin at me. "Incidentally, you might want to dry off better next time."

"Why?"

"Because your wearing an almost completely white T-shirt and no bra. You really need to keep that area dry." I walked over and slapped him upside of the head.

"Pervert." I flopped down beside him.

"I may be, but you love me anyway." I smirked.

"Yes, yes I do." I said. "Michael, we need to talk about something."

"Really?"

"Yep" I stood up again, "But I need a soda."

Truth be told, I didn't need a soda, I needed to know what I was going to say.

"Ugh, I hate this emotion bullshit. Don't need emotions, make life to fucking hard." The elevator I was on was empty, and cold air was blasting. I was shivering slightly in the cold.

Their were a couple of vending machines in a room attached to the lobby. Inside were two other people, though I barely noticed them.

"Shit." It was at that moment I realized, I only had a five on me. "Uh, you got change for a five?"

The woman beside me was a foot taller then me, had a head shaved into three spikes, and was dressed in all leather and metal. She looked a little like a bondage slave.

"Sure, I got something." She reached into…I have no idea, and pulled out a single bill. As she did, the man behind us took out a camera. He took a picture, no flash, and walked out of the room. We didn't notice.

"Really? I mean thanks, but I just wanted change."

"Nah, keep it. I'm having a good day, spread the wealth, all that crap."

"Well, thanks." I said. She smiled, and left. I grabbed a grape soda, and leaned against the machine. "Now I get to go see Michael, marvelous. This suuuucks."

It still sucked when I got back up to our room. The blinds were still shut, and Michael was on the bed, eyes closed, smile on his face.

"You know, it's nine o'clock."

"Really? We were sleeping twelve hours?" I shut the door. "I didn't notice. I probably should have." I came over, and fell down beside him. "Do you know how much I like soda?"

"Angela, you drank so much soda that you were fat enough to count as three girls before you died." Michael said. I punched him, but smirked.

"Thanks for reminding me." I sighed. "I don't know if I can fuck you."

"How romantic."

"I'm serious! I mean, Michael I don't know if I can. It's…I don't know what it is. It's my life."

"It's your life?" Michael asked, "What on Earth does that mean?"

"It means, it means what my life was. As much as I hate to admit it, dying and being reborn was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. Before that, I was a selfish, stupid, bitch. I spent most of my life drinking, smoking, and fucking."

"Angela—"

"Shut up, I'm rolling. Everything I touched I turned to shit, and I blamed someone else. The drunken Duncans, Robin, my teachers in school, the color of the sky, anything that wasn't me. I-I hated everything, and nothing in my life had any meaning. It was all physical.

"I don't want our relationship to be all physical. I want us to be, uh, I don't know really. Just more then fucking thrusting."

"It will be Angela."

"I don't know that!" I shouted. "S-Sorry, it's just, any time I had a guy and we fucked, the relationship turned from good, to sex, to shit. Me and the guy fought, we'd break up almost immediately after."

"Angela! That's not going to happen with us." Michael seemed frustrated, but also concerned, if that makes any sense. "I love you, but those 'relationships' you talk about, were sex. All sex, all the time. You know why you fought with those people? Because, aside from sex, you had nothing!"

"Michael"

"No, now it's my turn to talk. Angela, unlike them, we actually have something. I love you, I have for so long it makes me ill thinking about it. We've gone through death and life together, and no matter how bad things get, they'll always get better." I smiled.

"When May comes again."

"What?"

"That's uh a saying I made up. Anything good happening is May, because of school. In school life sucked, and it ended in May. When it ended life immediately got better. So no matter how bad things get, May will come again."

"Yeah." Michael whispered, "Things will always get better." I smiled and moved in closer. Our lips met briefly. "Is it time?"

"Yes. It's time."


The woman in leather was named Lydia. She was twenty-three years old. She had a sister she hadn't spoken to in a long time. She was considering getting an Arbok tattooed on her stomach. She was only in this hotel because her apartment was getting repaired du to water damage.

Upon leaving the lobby, Lydia had been headed up to her hotel room. She made it to her door, when a woman in a robe walked up behind her. Lydia didn't even notice, until she was tasered.

Stephanie watched Lydia collapse, and reached into her robe. She found a syringe filled with a clear liquid, a poison created by Archer of the Seventh Order. He said he had created it specifically for her mission.

"No questions." Stephanie injected it into a mole on Lydia's leg.


My clothing hit the floor quickly, his soon after. Michael moved across me, exploring my body. I couldn't-can't describe it.

"D-Don't stop."

"I won't. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."


When Lydia reopened her eyes, she was naked. The cold air in her rooms had made her nipples hard. A sock was in her mouth, her arms bound behind her , her ankles bound together, stuck on the middle of the bed. Her heart was racing.

Above her stood a woman with a blank face, in a yellow robe. The woman looked down at Lydia.

"I am not sorry for what I must do." She whispered, "I know you do not know why this is happening. You were there. Remember that, you will loose your life because you were there."


Michael circled my nipple with his tongue, eliciting a moan from me. I pressed him against me.

"Thank you." I whispered. He paused.

"For what?"

"For being there."


The woman now stood held a knife in her hand, poised above Lydia. Lydia could feel sweat roll down her back, as the woman pressed the knife against the inside of her legs.

"Feel this." She whispered, "Feel how cold it is, how hard it is. Know it, it will penetrate you. It will be the end of you lady. You will die here, I will take your life from you." The woman nicked Lydia's stomach, earning a squeal of fear.

Lydia couldn't breathe, or think, her heart raced faster.

"Nothing you have done has meant anything. Your own death is meaningless. Had you been anywhere else, you would still be alive. Realize that what comes next is the same. A void, you will be alone for all of eternity, with the knowledge that your death meant nothing."


I knew it was time. Michael knew it too.

He entered me, filled me. I could not breathe for a second.

"Be gentle."

"I will." He lied.

Thank God.


Lydia was crying, crying out of fear. The woman rubbed the knife against her face. Lydia's heart was pounding, trying to break out of her chest. Her chest was hurting, she couldn't calm down, too afraid.

"Know it, know every moment of this." She moved it down Lydia's body. "I can feel your fear, your heart racing." She rubbed it between her breasts. "Know that you will die." Lydia's eyes bulged. The woman smiled.

"Now die." The woman pulled the knife up, and brought it swinging down. Lydia's eyes bulged and her body went rigid. The knife stopped, the tip of it touching Lydia's skin, but it didn't matter.

"It is finished." Lydia went limp, eyes rolling into the back of her head, dead of a fear induced heart attack.


"I love you Michael"

"I know. I love you too Angela."

"I know."


Not Milotic watched the death from her place between reality. Mew and Not Qwilfish watched with her. The five souls in a chain around Not Milotic glowed.

"Fear." A sixth soul appeared, continuing the circle. It still wasn't complete though. Four were missing. "Four souls, then I will cleanse the world. Then I will take from Angela Duncan. She has no idea."

"That's the Titan's own fault." Mew said, "But their stupidity will be our advantage." Not Milotic nodded.

"We must send more soldiers against Angela, including the wraith. The power she has as a future Supreme Titan must be drawn out."

"Why not just go after her now?" Not Qwilfish asked, "You were willing to kill her before! You didn't care about Excelsior then, you just wanted the Duncan girl dead."

"That's because my old plan was short sighted, I just wanted to end the reign of the Titans. I've since seen the truth though, I know that there is no end to it just by disrupting the ascension process. I need to recreate the world, and the after life.

"I'll be waiting a while" She said, "My goals require it, and it is worth it. Tomorrow, one of my followers will drop of a package at the hotel front desk for Angela. She must know we are there, but she must be unsuspecting. When she travels to the next city, we will kill our seventh. With any luck, I have chosen will have retrieved the parcel I sent them to get."

"With any luck." Mew said.

AN: You must question if this is an appropriate story for Angela to tell her grand-daugter.