Michael grinned as he pulled his fist out of the sludge that used to be KK's head, stumbling back. He shook the pain out of his hand, his head tilted up. That's it
, he thought. She was done, finished for sure.
After everything, that's all it took. A hundred damn punches didn't do it, lighting her ass on fire didn't do it, leaving her to burn to death or suffocate in the smoke or whatever didn't do it.
One punch was all he needed in the end. Maybe he just didn't hit her hard enough earlier, or maybe she was on her last legs anyways. Maybe that was it. Maybe she was just so worn down and beaten that all it took was that last bit of effort to finish her. Who knows really? Did it matter? Maybe it did before, but not now. It was too late now. They did it. They finished her. Thank you, Kyran.
Now, she was sure as shit not getting back up, she was deader than dead...
Michael's legs quaked in their boots underneath him. Then again, so was he. Michael brought his hand to the wound in his chest, before he stumbled forward into Kyran's arms. Kyran didn't have too long either, they were in the same boat as the two of them fell over, their legs giving out.
Michael laid motionless on the ground, head facing the sky, using what energy he had left to focus on breathing his last breaths. It was a funny feeling to know it was all over soon. He couldn't go into denial, he couldn't pretend everything was okay. He couldn't just say "You know, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow."
There was no changing this, and the worst part was that he knew that. He can see it coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it... Worst part was, he knew exactly why he was doomed.
"Can't be... Can't be happening."
It didn't hurt anymore. The pain was gone.
The permanent aches, the dentist drills that embedded themselves in his nerves were gone, and now he couldn't feel any of what he'd experienced since he got here. That same pain that drove him, that gave him the determination to prove the terrorists, and their slaves wrong, that same pain that gave him his very life, the same pain that told him he was still alive. It was gone, all gone. It might've only been a week since before this happened, but to Michael it felt like an eternity since then. Sure, he was desensitized to it, numbed by it, but it was always there, it was always a reminder of how bad things were, and how they'd get better if he fought back. With it gone was the chance that things were getting better. This was the end, and there was nothing he, nor Kyran, nor Chuck, or Scarlett, or any would-be rescuer could do to stop it.
"Not us... Why?"
Wanna know what was even worse than the fact the pain was gone? The fact that it all felt pleasant at this point. There was nothing prodding him, nagging at him, pushing him to get angry, to lash back. He hated that more than anything. He wanted to go out, lashing and clawing and screaming, and KK didn't even put up enough of a fight to give him that!
She had the ignominy to die right she got in her two lucky hits on Kyran and him! There was nothing left he could do, nobody to take it out on, he was too weak to get up by this point to help Chuck or Scarlett. He was dying, he was useless now.
He stared blankly at the sky as Kyran spoke to him. Just three words was all it took. Three goddamn words and it sent waves of emotions through Michael's very core. It was the punchline to the funniest joke in the world. Someone caught on... Goddamnit someone realized just what the whole thing was. Of course it would've been Kyran. That meant he probably knew the real reason for it then. In a way, he had to feel bad about lying to them for the reasons of doing all of this, and he never expected any of them to realize what the plan was, but Kyran put it together. He knew that they would've been going home soon then, that if someone on this island could realize it, then so could someone away from it could. Someone up above in some plane or satellite or space ship, or... or just some asshole looking at Google maps or something!
Kyran was the only person to know his secret, his end game, and now that secret was going to the grave with both of them. Wasn't that funny? Michael thought it was funny. He laughed. It started as a chuckle, then burned into full hysterics. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more, then laughed until it hurt. It was funny, too funny...
It was so funny his laughter broke into quiet sobs. The pain that had left him as he fell came back in full force, trading physical aches for realizations. This wasn't fair. This wasn't funny, this wasn't funny at all! All the shit they been through, all the times they lucked out, the times they survived the worse this island had to offer, and now this was it!? They were so close!
Michael rolled to the side to face away from Kyran. He didn't want to see him like this. He curled up, as he tried to speak. "T-this isn't fair... We were so close! W-why'd this have to happen to us? Why us? Why couldn't have been...Fuck! After everything, it's just... it's just over like that?"
Truth be told, it was bullshit of him to say he wanted to go down fighting. He didn't want to go down at all, he didn't want to die period. I mean yeah, if he absolutely had to die for something, sure, he can get that! But he didn't have to die, Kyran didn't have to die. It wasn't fair for either of them! Both of them went to the brink of death and back before, and they stopped it, they fought back... Now it didn't matter though, they couldn't fight back, there was nothing left either of them can do, they had no choice in the matter.
Now, after everything that's happened. After helping Everett grab his stuff, after giving Blaine a second chance after he tried to kill him, after his mistake that costed Everett his innocence, and Aaron his life, he was doomed.
After surviving a night of Blaine's torment, only for Simon to give his life to save him, to tell him to spend his life to helping others, after helping to mend Maxwell's injuries, after dragging Kyran across the island to revive him, after finding Scarlett again only to realize Everett died somewhere and Michael never even got a chance to apologize to him.
After bringing everyone together for a plan that could or couldn't work, after he got ambushed by KK, after he gave up his own arm to finish her, and that wasn't even enough because she just followed him back and got him and Kyran killed. After everything, it was over, just like that.
It was all his fault that they were dying really. He only had himself to blame for the fact that he just got himself and his best friend killed. He wanted to play hero and now look where it got him. Well, you got what you wanted didn't you? You played hero. The day is saved, whoop-de-fucking-do Superman! Now what? How you gonna get yourself out of this? How are you gonna get Kyran out of this, huh? You can't... Plain and simple. You fucked up, you own up to it. Life isn't a movie, and you just realized that shit too late you fucking idiot.
"Oh God, Kyran... I fucked up. It was... It was my fault... I should of... I shoulda made sure she was..."
Michael curled up, trying his hardest to hide his face from the world, to hide his shame. Why wasn't he dead yet? Why couldn't it just hurry up and... be over. He was done, right? What was keeping him here? Why'd it have to take so long to bleed out?
Fate just had a way of fucking with him didn't it?