Better be worst!

 

 

Of course, all the good things come to a end…

 

Maine came into my room in the Virginia State Springfield house we rented like normal person. He just told me calmly that we had to go to the agency (It was only few thousands miles away from our when we are not working home) for some test. I heard that they maybe found a antitode to my disease or, at worst, a way to slow it down.

For slow it down, it slow it down !!

But it certainly not worth the needdle !

 

I arrived in the agency’s lab and one of the scientist, doctor, i-dont-know-what-and-i-dont-want-to-know, ordered me to sit down on the chair and give him my arm. He pissed me off so hard that for one moment I thougtht to give him my middle finger instead. But I thought to my family, the one I did’nt see for almost one year, maybe two (at this moment I realised that I loose sense of time). What if…and I know with ‘if’ we can mettre Paris en bouteille…what if they finally cure my disease, my curse, and I could came back home to say, once again to my mom and dad that I was sorry and I’ll never touch my new brother, never ever, even if to kiss him or hug him ?! Hein ?

So, indeed, I straight my arm, take off my glove and wished secretly that the bastard over there touch my skin by accident before putting the needle inside my vein.

I must seems a very very bad person to you, with very very bad behavior, but…they made me ! And mother nature helped them ! I was a poison and I had this power in me, everywhere in me…the power to choose who’s gonna die and who’s not. I couldn’t love without hurting so why not started hating everyone in the world…its seemed for me easier.

 

When the liquid came into my blood, run into my body like a sweet sweet alcohol, I felt like a second living. A pearl of blood showed us it nose like to say ‘hello’ and another scientist smashed it in a tissue to analysed it. I looked at him like a little piece of shit. I knew my blood was infested, that if anybody else than me touch it he’ll be dead in the instant, but still…still it was just a little drop, a little tear of red pure deseperate. An dit was my blood ! I wanted a bandage with hello kitty, or the care bear like the kids, not a free experience without had to go to the blood donnor !

The first sientist showed me a cage with his fat finger : « Cary wathever is inside ! 

• Oui chef ! » I answered. I stud up and came closer. Two beautiful bullets of silver looked at me, moving it small small nose…a rat ! « Open the rat and cary it ! ». I turned to the scientist, and the other ten or twenty person who surender me : « Are you insane ? I could kill him !

• What the hell is wrong with you, frenchie ?! let escape the bald boss behind everyone. You killed hundred of people for us and you refuse to touch a rat ! A vil, dirty…

• Take it easy, will you ! I stopped him. First : the hell is certainly with me from the begining, right…secondly : the wrong with me is you !...and third : a rat is a noble animal, very interesting and its not because he can’t speak that his dumber than you ! I have more consideration for him that I have for you !

• You need to touch him to be sure that the antidote work, honey ! wispered Maine, coming next to me, putting his hand on my sweater.

• But why I can’t touch one of this helpless and useless parasites ?!

• Because it’ll be a federal crime !

• But murderer animal is not a crime as much as killing innocent, let me laugh, human ?

• Not a labolatory pet, sweat heart ! You know, you have two choice : we can go and you came live with the doubt until you accendtly touch somebody again, or you can sacrifice the poor rat here, not for science, not for them, not even for me, but to know ! And you want to know, don’t you ?

• I do. ». I opened the cage, apologize to the rat and took him between my fingers. He looked at me, tried to bite me but after few seconds, he was still alive. I turned to Maine, ready to run into his arms for my victory when I felt that the litlle heart in my hand stopped to beat. Ratatouille was not dead yet, but he looked in a great pain. His breathing was harder and harder, I couldn’t believe it. It was worst than before !! Because from now, now…my touch was not only deadful but painful too.

I took a quick look at the dead animal in the palm of my hand like if it was a broken porcelain dol land I trew it in the observation group in my back : « Abrutie ! Vous faites tout de travers ma parole !! ». I put my gloves on, chased the cries in my eyes and walked thru the room. All the scientist moved apart like the red sea with Moise.

I heard someone asking Maine the translation, but he only said : « Find a better trick next time, gentlemen ! » and he ran after me.

He put carefuly his hand on my back. He was up to speak when I let it explosed, this bomb inside my bloody brain : « Ne me touche pas ! Never again ! I don’t want you to touch me, I didn’t want to kill you and now, from now…putain de merde ! I don’t want you to suffer ! I didn’t want to…je ne voulais pas faire souffrir !

• Breath honey…its not the first human mistake you know…take a break ! Ok…On va où tu veux !

• Why don’t we go to heaven you and me ? Main dans la main au milieu des anges ? Hum ?! ». And I just asked him to leave me alone for few minutes because I knew he could not leave me alone too long…I was a too much interesting inverstement.