I realize when the ugly yellow water drains out, leaving a horrifying deep brown ring, that I'm holding my breath. I stand there, feeling rather stupid-then light flashes and I think at least I'm in a bathroom in case I pee myself. I hear random words, jumbled up in a incomprehensible string, and realize it's me blubbering like an idiot. I was very sure that my stomach would come up out of my throat as the light burns my cornea. Next thing I know, I'm sprawled uncomfortably inside a little chamber, not unlike the one Fry from Futurama falls backwards into that keeps him cryogenically frozen until the year 3000. The funny thing is, as I'm thinking about this and the shamefully wet spot in the crotch of my jeans is starting the chafe, completely upside down, I start to laugh. Hysterically, of course, because I'm terrified again, and this needs to stop happening. I think it's because of the blood rushing to my brain, and I start to laugh harder and start sobbing in that raspy sort of way that leaves you gasping, and I think if Dahlia hadn't opened the door I would've died in there. But she did, and gravity pulled my feet down right on top of her head. I hear a painful sounding thump as she catches the full impact of my ankles falling. I scramble up. I thank god she's not bleeding, and hope I didn't hurt her brain because that was a heavy fall-and I notice the twenty plus people staring at me as if I had tenticals for arms and my whole body was the darkest shade of forest green. -------------------------------------------------- Wooo. Awkwardness
"Uh...I um..." I imagine how ridiculous I look. Some nerdy looking kid with a wet spot in his jeans who just knocked a girl out cold. Felix storms forward and grabs me by the shirt, and the ground rumbles terrifyingly. "What the fuck man?!?" he growls, his voice like gravel. His eyes have turned from a kind blue to a steely gray. I find myself staring calmly at him. Up until this point, I hadn't believed in this whole thing, not only because it didn't process logically, but also because I was normal. I had no special aptitude for anything, but at this moment, this moment that I never want to relive, I knew very well what my supposed mutation was supposed to be. I watched as his face turned from cold fury, to a pallid shade as his brain functions slowed. The ominous rumbling stopped completely. He fell to his knees, and his head looked up at me. His eyes were the same shade as mine, a light brown, and he crumpled. I knew what I was. I was a parasite. The little shadow of doubt in your mind, the skepticism, the negativity, I tap into that. It was in that inexplicable moment, where I'm later told, my eyes turned green with no pupils, and my hair seemed to become black, that I felt my own mind ripping a temporary hole into Felix's psyche, allowing the dark thoughts that should never leave one's mind, loose. They attacked the rest of his thought process, and then it overwhelmed him. The people whom had disappeared were back now, and they were all terrified. I heard the murmurs "-Never seen that." "-was his mutation." "-Base One better take a look..." "Move." an authoritative voice commanded. ---------------------------------------------------- I'm posting little paragraphs because part three is coming soon and I want more updates .-. So little paragraphs until part 3.
Rainbow, so you're telling me you just commented, not reading the entire story? Not only does it tell me you don't give a damn, it shows me that you're one of those people who just skim and pretend to know the entire plot. *cringe*
She looks at me, her eyes grim. "What's going on?" she asks. "I um...this is my first time coming back." "Well you're certainly one for the more dramatic entrances." she says, as she stares down at Dahlia's unconscious body. Felix is sprawled right beside her. She raises her eyebrow. "Follow me." Sydney says. I follow her with the greatest obedience, as she turns on her heels and walks in a random direction. We're back in the airplane hanger, of course. I see out of my peripheral vision, people dragging both of them to the infirmary wing as the crowd disperses slowly. Guilt crept upon me, making me drag my feet. What am I? I'm no Superman, nor am I Lex Luther...but at the same instant, I'd hurt two people. It wasn't about me anymore, though I doubt it was from the beginning. I now knew I could jeopardize the life someone's life, or another chilling prospect, their sanity, though I think the prior would probably be more damaging. Sydney leads me through the winding hallways, not looking back, not breaking a stride. This place is gigantic. I marvel at the fact that I can barely remember where my toothbrush is in the morning, and she can find her way through this maze. She stops at a door that is exactly the same as every other door we've past, with the exception of different door numbers. Door number five hundred and two. I wonder if something terrible is going to pop out and eat my face. It's not completely impossible, considering the fact that crazy shit has already been happening. Inside, it's just an office. It's not as cramped as I thought it'd be, considering the sheer amount of doors and the rooms that are bound to be behind them. She sits down at the small wooden desk, fairly neat. The whole place is very neat, and I sit where she motions to. "Ethan, you are possibly the most unimaginative person I've ever met. And I mean it. Most Origin are quite open minded...most accept it after a few days. But I sense that you still doubt everything. And now, you come in here, with your insane power, after you just wet yourself teleporting. I don't understand...an Origin's power is never this destructive. This could be used terribly...the tyrannical possibilities must be infinite for the right mind...you could be used to oppress humanity. You could be used to cause the apocalypse, even. Ethan, you have the ability to tear a hole in the one thing humanity has, forcefully, all at once, Ethan, you can take hope. You can shred it into bits just by thinking about it. People, without hope, are zombies. Think about it, if no one had hope, nothing good would happen. If no one hopes for a better day, what's the point?" she's flustered at this point. I don't know about all of this, I really don't. A higher society of people with telekinetic and telepathic abilities is impossible, yet here I am. And the though that I could possibly ruin everything, well, ever, is the scariest and the most improbable idea...how did she know so much...how? It's impossible if I didn't even know...or perhaps, it was simply her ability in itself. "Sort of. I can read what goes on in your brain if the thought itself is strong enough." she replies to my pondering out loud.