It’s Not Funny

Oh my goodness why is Christopher holding a gun now?? 

Christopher looked at me and smiled. He pushed Marcos against the wall more, his eyes inspecting me from head to toe. 

His smile clearly turned colder once he was done, his gaze locked on my shoulders, I just realized they were bare. What kind of outfit was I wearing?

Some weird hospital gown, that was for sure. In any case, why was he looking at me like that? I don't think it's related to my shoulders being bare. 

He isn't that desperate, is he…?

Do you think he is Marcos? 

Mei!! Oh thank god you are finally awake!

Yes, I am awake. Just glance at your shoulders, that asshole had left quite the mark. 

I glanced at my shoulders just like Mei said and true to her words, the hands marks on me were red and even turning purplish. 

How bad is that…? 

I touched my shoulders carefully, only to hiss in pain. For me to feel this pain from a mere touch, I would assume this was truly nothing simple.

I hope it won't hinder me for so long, I need to keep up with my various Live Performances soon… 

That is the only thing in your head, heh. 

Mhmm Mhmm. 

True, I just cared about that now. I was unable to even care about Marcos who was glaring viciously at me while being pressed to the wall. 

He was staring 'motherfuckingly' at me, using Mei's terms. It was a bit funny seeing him like that though. 

Like he was put in his right place. 

"Mei, should I shoot him?"

My eyes widened, and my brain short-circuited for a moment. My, he, he was asking me if he should shoot Marcos??? 

That gun isn't just a threat?! 

Hehehe~ he's dangerous, I knew it from the start! 

Then why the hell do you sound so excited?? 

Because he is exactly who we need! 

Mei took over without my permission, pushing me inside our mindscape. Ah I hated it whenever she did that… 

I hated this place. 

It represented me painfully and accurately. 

Cold, white void. Chilling and biting into my skin. 

"Do it."

Should I be happy that Mei didn't even give me a break to think about how I hate this? But for the love of god, why is she saying to do it… 

Mei, please, have some brain..!

Stop whining. 

What do you mean by that? Mei, reality is not the game you can play around with-

Alice, I think you had forgotten. But we aren't so innocent of these. 

That… Even if… 

We have our own knowledge, if we may say. Stop ignoring it. 

But… 

Shut up from this whining, Alice. Living in the light made you nothing but a crybaby! 

I bit my lip and fell silent. It was somewhat painful to think. The memories of us when we were in our High School days resurfaced. 

Those days were simply wild. 

"Hahahahahah!"

Christopher's laughter stopped me from drowning in my thoughts, he kicked Marcos down, with the gun right to his head. 

He looked us in the eyes, and cheerfully whispered, "I can make it slow or quick just depending on your wishes, Mei. Just say the word."

Our lips moved, I thought Mei would say to kill him quickly or slowly, but she surprised me once more with her next words. 

"No, don't kill him at all."

"Hmm? It's too late to step back, you just 'taunted' me to shoot him, are you backing down?"

His tone clearly dropped, the happiness it had earlier fading in the blink of an eye. I chewed on my lower lip internally, Mei fell silent and I got worried. 

Shit, maybe I'd need to step up again, but what do I-

"No, don't misunderstand me. I'm just too angry to let his shit end so easily,"

Mei spoke, she lowered her head and ruffled her hair. She was truly annoyed, for some reason, my heart was pounding against my chest.

It's annoying to see that fucker getting away after hurting us like that. Even hell is so sweet for him. 

But it hurts, Mei, calm down please… 

No. 

"So please don't kill him so fast. Shot his hand, though. Preferably the palm. And cut his fingers, nothing too drastic, but just enough to torment his life."

Hnnn… Our chest hurts, it's getting torn apart with those stupid emotions, Mei…! 

I'd like you to shut up and try to help me, cut yourself from the real world for a few seconds as much as you can. 

Saying that, she smiled at Christopher who was looking at us with a smirk. His happy tone back again, he tapped the gun on the wall. 

His eyes curved playfully, and he pulled the silencer from his pocket. He was getting ready to shoot, when Marcos finally gave up his prideful silence and shouted. 

"What the heck, Chris?!?! Are you forgetting who your brother is here?! Drop that damned gun, are you going to listen to some bitch whining??"

Bitch? Whining? 

Isn't that so funny, Alice? 

No, it wasn't. It was anything but funny. My head is hurting and my chest is still too wild for my comfort. 

I didn't expect myself to do what I did, but everyone has a limit. Or more like, a bottom line that should never be crossed. It was tempting to leave him be, however, he should be deserving of that. 

Which he wasn't. 

There was only one reason stopping me from ending him here and now, but even with that, his punishment is a must now. 

I stood up, albeit wobbly, and grabbed the gun from Christopher's hand. 

Next thing everyone heard in the room was a loud scream of pain from Marcos accompanied with a faint trail of smoke. 

Heh. The silencer is so effective. 

Mei laughed in delight while I retread again inside our body, not wanting to witness what I had committed. 

The two devils in the room laughed with glee, this made me think they were truly a match made in hell. 

They're nice together, I suppose…