Charade
There was a soft swishing sound as the Guardian uniform disappeared. I stared at him coldly: my little blue nemesis. I touched the rough surface of his skin – how strange! I had never known such heat before. My own body was a smooth metal prison: perfect and cold. Now his warm blue flesh surrounded me and I hated myself for feeling so right, so…safe. You disgust me, Guardian, I thought, staring into his shining eyes.
The face in the mirror stared back. It began to smile.
But you too know cold now, don't you, Bob? I went on, thinking of the Guardian locked in his impenetrable cage. Tell me – can part of you still think inside that shell? Are the relays and switches still being thrown properly? I leaned in closer to the mirror and whispered, "Do you dream?"
I hated it, his voice on my lips. And I loved it for what it allowed me. Loved that I could whisper sweet promises across Dot's moist green skin while he protested far away somewhere in silent screams. I thought of how I had seduced her with stolen music. It hadn't taken much. And she had yielded beneath me with love in her eyes.
The memory sent waves of arousal coursing gently through me, tainting my hatred. I laughed, watching the effect this had on him in the mirror. Imperfect little being, I thought with a certain sadness as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. They were strong and smooth; undoubtedly the sort of shoulders one trusted. I gazed at the chiseled features of his face, tracing lines and curves with my eyes. He was absolutely beautiful, and I loathed him.
I closed my eyes against the face before me. She only loved me in this body. She could never separate me from it, never welcome cold hulking metal into her bed. She had been lured by his dark brown eyes and had been imprisoned there. I could have easily killed myself in that moment if I had thought it would free her from him. Better she learn to love someone else than love me just because of this stolen skin.
But the Guardian lived on, and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her to him. I was sickened with rage at the thought of his return. I clenched my fists as the shuddery feeling that had begun at the base of my spine began to spread.
I leaned my head against the mirror's surface, waiting for the heat that had settled in my groin to diminish. Guardian, I thought, opening my eyes and staring into his. He looked troubled. If you ever do return, I assure you I will be the first to welcome you home. Then… I closed my eyes again and took the stiffening part of him into my hand. Then – I swear to you – I will tear your lovely blue flesh apart.
