Wrong vs Wrong Part 2

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So here I am. In the backseat of Maverick's car after hours of partying at the club Allure convinced us to go to. Allure sitting next to me piss drunk, randomly giggling and slurring her words. Fuse and I just a little tipsy while Maverick, being the designated driver and commited to maintaining the spiritual wealth he gained on the retreat, stayed sober.

As we turn the corner to my place I hope to God Aroha is asleep so I don't have to explain myself. I never did end up telling her about the change in plans.

"Alright Moon, im gonna need you to grab your bags from the trunk real quick so the rest of us can get home before Allure throws up in my car.....again!"

"Yeah don't worry about it, man" I say laughing.

I quickly grab my things from the trunk and reluctantly make my way to the door as he drives off. I slowly unlock the door and turn the knob, careful to not make too much noise with the keys. As I quietly make my way into the entrance, I see that all the lights are off. I guess I'm in luck, she's asleep. I tiptoe up the stairs.

Oh shit.

I can see a dim light through the crack under the door.

Ok...... sometimes she likes to sleep with the lamp on. That doesn't mean she's awake.

*Bed creaks*

Oh God. Maybe I should just crash on the couch. Wait, no that's ridiculous!

*Bed creaks*

You know what? I'm just gonna get it over with. Besides she could just be tossing and turning in her sleep. She does that sometimes.

*Bed creaking, heavy breathing*

Huh?

*Moon slowly pushes the door open and instantly freezes*

This is not what I was afraid of when I came in the house, but it's at least a hundred times worse.

There she was.

My love, Aroha.

Naked.

In our bed.

With somebody else.

On somebody else.

Caressing somebody else.

Fucking-

"Oh my God MOON?!" Aroha screamed, clearly not expecting me.

I turn my angry glare to the guy fucking my girl. The tattooed, tall and handsome motherfucker rushes to put his clothes on and scurries out of the house.

Coward.

Aroha still has her eyes glued to mine. Her face is covered in guilt and shame.

I can't make any words out to say to her. I don't want the liquor to come back up or the tears to fall.

I swiftly look away.

I can't look her in the face after seeing her that way with someone else; watching her do the same thing to me as I did to her.

It's too much.

I storm outside.

No idea where I want to go. I just know I can't be in that house. I can't be near her.

*Vision fades to grey*

*******

Cindy

289-987-4192

Moon, please tell me what happened in that blastback the other day.

The way you ran out after our session kinda worried me.

Was it really that bad?

I stare at Cindy's message on my device.

I'm not sure if I want to answer that question.

I mean, if I do she will only wanna know more and if she keeps asking I'll never get the images from the last blastback out of my head. I don't wanna have an emotional outburst like I did after our hypnosis session. It was better I run out than for her to witness or-even worse- analyze me losing my shit. I almost cried for fuck's sake!

So embarrassing.

"I don't know about this blastback thing",

I text back.

"Yes, so we will need a landing mark. There is still work being done to determine if we should land on the moon or venture to another planet." Supreme Argon announces.

I stuff my device back into my suit and zone back into the meeting. They have called all Mechanical Engineers in Double Deal to attend. Every Engineer will be present during our test run, you know for added precaution, but seeing that I created the rocket they decided that I will be the one flying it into space.

"We want to prove the limits that Double Deal can reach. Landing on a planet will make us memorable but we need to know which planet would be safest.

Well, I don't know about any other planets but,

"What about Earth?"

Everybody moves to the side to reveal me in the middle of the crowd. Mindless interruptions are rare here.

"Far too great of a risk. There is not enough information put out about Earth. Who knows how long a human mechanism could even survive in that orbit?", Supreme rationalizes.

"Well, I mean the people there seem to be surviving just fine-"

SHIT.

"......people there?"

"No! I mean...you know... other beings. Like aliens and stuff those weird scientific theories or movies made or entertainment purposes only. No proof, of course."

He peers into my lenses suspiciously and steps a little closer to me.

"Yeah? And what exactly are these theories?"

"Uh well, I mean I can't recall anything specific", I stammer

"But you've been looking into it? Researching these 'weird theories and stuff'

He mocks my nervous tone.

"Well, I wouldn't use the word research. More like I found a little information and realized it was absolutely ridiculous! Just ridiculous!"

I try to put emphasis on the 'ridiculous' so maybe he will drop the topic.

I hear a shuffle of equipment from the back of the room. Harry had drifted from the crowd and has somehow opened the glass encasement containing the rocket ship. The door is wide open and he had wiggled his way inside the ship. I can tell his grabbers are hovering above the control panels. If this guy touches one wrong button this ship - and this building - are fucked.

"HARRY!", Supreme Argon yells furiously. Everybody turns to look at what Harry's up to.

We all see Harry tumble once Supreme yells at him but all I'm paying attention to are his grabbers hovering over the buttons that could start the ship and have it shoot up through the ceiling!

"Wait, watch your hands!" I panic and yell over the chaos.

The crowd settles.

Harry suddenly finds his balance and freezes. Supreme Argon forgets about Harry messing with the "prized possession" and glares at me.

"What did you just call his grabbers?" He quietly asks.

Wait-

"I-I said grabbers didn't I?"

"No you said hands", Harry answers while still standing in the ship, enunciating the word as if this is the first time he's ever said it.

"Oh, I guess I didn't realize I said that", I say dismissively.

"Hands? Where did you get hand from grabber? That doesn't even sound like a real word. Hand."

Shut up Harry. Damn!

"I don't know, I guess I must have heard someone else say it or some-"

"Someone else? Who did you hear talking like that?", Supreme Argon jumps in

That's what they call it in Haradoh on Earth.

Who did I hear say it, though?

******

"Moon can I see you in my office?" Supreme Argon requests when he sees me alone in the presentation room doing another inspection of the ship.

"Uh, sure"

I have never been asked to come into the office before. Not even when I was appointed to make the rocketship. Actually, I don't think I've ever seen anybody go into the office, outside of the Supremes.

Should I be honored?

He leads the way without saying a single word.

There's a single seat placed in the centre of the room, at least a few feet from his

desk-mimicking work contraption that is placed against the back wall. I take a seat. He starts walking slowly in a circle, gazing at the floor with his grabbers behind his back.

"Moon, why do you think the hot liquid inside us tastes like metal?"

He asks after what felt like a good five minute pause. His gaze stays on the ground.

"I-......What?"

"Just think about it" He finally lifts his head and glares into my lenses without a single blink.

"Um...I don't know, sir. Probably something to do some special cells or something I guess" , I answer between hesitations.

"Hm. Close" He responds with a shrug.

"I would say it has more to with the elements that our liquid coursing through our wires are just so rich in. Specifically iron."

"Oh. Um, cool" I nod, unsure how to respond to this useless information.

"Iron. A metal. A chemical element on the periodic table. How often do we use elements of periodic table in our machines here at Double Deal Domain?"

"Well, I mean..all the time-"

"Exactly."

He peers into to my lenses. I let my gaze drift elsewhere.

"Uh, Mr Argon, why did you call me in here?"

So far I'm not feeling very honored.

"I need talk to you about the dangers of talking out your-"

I feel a sharp piercing surge into the back of my neck right when he says the word,

"...Neck",

His face remains bland and motionless. He keeps his lenses on mine.

"AHH WHAT THE FU-"

I feel my reach and walk rods pin to the chair.

I look down and see the whole circumference of each reach and walk rod are locked down by some kind of automatic steel bar that seems to have protruded from the chair.

I look up to Supreme Argon for answers but by time I lift my head he is already right beside me, breathing on my right audio passage.

I avoid looking directly into his face.

What does he want with me?!

From my peripheral view I see him slip off his steel emulating work gloves and exchange them for latex sanitary ones.

My sustainer pounds as it sinks to my feul hold.

Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me.

I have never been scared of Supreme Argon, but I don't know much about him either.

If I had any idea of what the kind of man he was I would have said or done something that would guarantee him to fuck off.

But I don't.

I don't know what he is capable of.

I don't know what the smart thing to do is.

I feel a touch brush against the back of the my neck.

Everything from the neck down starts to tremble.

From the corner of my lenses I watch one of his grippers move toward my face.

I clench my lenses shut and feel my face screw while the rest of me squirms.

That same cold touch is now slowly drawing right below my scent passage. Lightly at first, then progresses into a hard, aggressive rub.

I feel the burning sensation after his gripper leaves my face.

The metallic scent of my bleeding liquid lingers.

"What's the matter Moon, you've had metals on your sheath before. What? You think because it came out of you it's any different?"

"What kind of fucked up point are you tryna prove Supreme?!",

I growl.

He pounces before me, crouching to my level, clawing onto my reach rods which are still locked down to the chair handles.

"That shit you were saying about life on Earth.

That 'watch your hand' bullshit?! You need to be reminded of what the fuck you are! You are no more than the machines that we tear apart and put together. Or the ones we take pieces from and replace with new ones. You've got metals, chemicals, compounds, electricity through your wires just like them! The only difference is you got a nice little processor inside that head. But you know what? That shit ain't nothing but a cute computer."

"Really?! that's why you did all this? YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT SHIT?!", I'm bluffing, but I still force myself to yell.

He chuckles bitterly, then waves his red liquid stained gripper at me. He is no longer crouching down but slowly walks a few steps back from me.

"Yell all you want, but you've already told on yourself," He taunts in a sing-song tone,

"The more you look into these Earthly things, the more you risk"

"What do you mean?"

Supreme stands still for a moment. He steps close to me and bends down to my seated level again.

"This was pretty scary, wasn't it?"

I don't answer.

"All because of a little slip of the tongue?" He continues in a mock baby voice and follows with a pout.

He moves behind me and I cringe at the feeling of his warmth.

He whispers,

"Just imagine if anyone knows that you want to go there...."