I sat against the wall and picked up the grey bouncy ball next to me, flinging it up. It ricochet against the wall and flew back into my hand. I smiled. Such a simple object... yet fascinating. Whenever you threw it out, it always returned to you. Unlike emotions. When you gave out compassion, happiness, enjoyment... your reward is betrayal, anger...
A bright car light shined into my window. I winced and put my hands over my eyes. In the light, you couldn't hide, everyone sees you, expects you and is disappointed if you don't "behave"...
I loved the unknown. Darkness and desolation were my cup of tea. Nobody expects you to be this or that, nobody even sees you...
Sighing, I jumped back on my bed, turning on my phone. The bright light annoyed me but I knew I needed to do this. Opening my messages, I grinned when I saw 2 unread texts.
"dont worry, your 15 so i can hide you easy but"
"U know i am goin to kill u right"
I chuckled at the last comment, sliding my finger across the virtual keyboard.
"Yes."
Shortly after, my phone vibrated with a reply.
"Good..."
I turned off my phone. I had confirmed it, and that was all I needed. Slowly, I put the phone against the table and picked up a new object; one that was metal, sharp and stained with red. Slowly, I turned it around and aligned it with my torso. I took a deep breath.
This was for a greater good.
Without a second thought, I thrust it deep into my muscles as my nerves fired and reacted to my sudden impulse. Gasping for air, I let the pain overwhelm me as I crumpled to the floor dripping with blood. Dizzy, I put my own flesh on the table. Step one was complete. Step two was to not die. I frantically slid my hand across the table until I gripped a match. Quickly striking it, I set a piece of paper on fire, and slammed it against my bloody torso.
I screamed internally as pain shot over my sides. On my exterior however, I was a blank slate. Now that I burned the wound, it had cauterized so I was not going to die.
"I am okay." I told myself, but as I got up, I was dragged to the floor by pain's grasp. "What's wrong... You are fine..." I reassured and attempted to get up again, to no avail. I was not fine.
I lay helplessly on the floor. Would I lose to death this early on in the game? I had yet to leave. But here I was, a miserable heap, a miserable disgrace laying on my bed.
"You're broken." I heard a voice say. It was my childhood frieds... The ones I held dear... The ones who betrayed me.
"I am sorry." I replied, tears streaming down my face. They laughed and pointed. "Look at him! You deserve this!"
"Stop it." I replied. They jeered at me and threw paper balls.
"Stop!" I yelled, turning to face them. Nothing was there... they were figments of my imagination. Having nothing else to do, I turned back. Only to see them.
My blood boiled as I saw my parents standing there. Always, they lied. Always, they told me I was their loved one. Yet, they all left me. They hated me.
"Go away..."
"What? After all I did for you? I raised you, clothed you..."
"That was your choice!" I screamed back as pain shot through my sides. I couldn't fight the pain. Over and over, my parent's excuses danced in my head. "...I help you when you need help..."
"...You owe me a great deal of things..."
I was angry. I felt hate start to build up.
"Everyone hates you..."
Anger lapped at my feet, like a tsunami and almost crashed down on me. But I avoided it. "I did something wrong." I reassured, as I calmed down.
"I love you."
Hate immediately crashed on me, as I shot up despite the pain.
Hate filled my vision as I turned to my parents and reached for my knife.
Hate! I ran out of bed and ran up to my father. No, he wasn't my father...
HATE! I screamed as loud as I could and sank the knife through his chest, ripping it out and pushing it in again as he spurted a beautiful, sweet red. I only relived that memory for a short while longer as I realized he had long been killed.
"Get a grip of yourself." I mumbled as I held the knife close to my heart. I loved this tool, so powerful. It controls emotions; pull it out and all fell before you.
I had little to think about when I realized she would be waiting. Grumpily, I stepped up and broke from my daydream. I walked past the blood soaked carpets until I reached the wooden door. Turning around, I pulled a matchbox out of my pocket. No evidence was to be left behind; I was to die.
My flesh that I had cut out was enough proof.
The match dropped and engulfed the surrounding furniture, lighting it up. I would have loved to see my house burn to the ground, but the bright light made me do otherwise, as I left the house.
As I left my old life.
The bitter cold contacted my skin. I hardly even noticed. I was so focused on seeing her again. Obviously, she was too, as a blinding light appeared in front of me. Gracefully, she stepped out, making no attempt to conceal her pink-white tail, pointed ears and her triangular nose.
"Hello, William."
In the blink of an eye, I was right next to her, and so was my fist, which slammed into her face. "MY NAME IS X!" I roared. She grinned and wiped off the blood from her mouth. "I see you haven't lost your charm." She replied. I stared at her, as she stared back. I liked how she didn't care, or flinch. If I did that to any regular human… you could imagine their reaction. She sighed. "Eventually, I will do that to you too, and it will be the last thing you see." She told me frankly. Before I could reply, she held out a hand. "X, let's stop wasting time."
I reached for her hand, and the world around me twisted and molecules disintegrated into new compounds. Finally, I was no longer in a dark street, but in a small room with a cozy fireplace.
"Alpha, you know I hate the light." I complained. Alpha ignored me and sat on a chair. When I didn't move, she reshaped my atoms and repositioned them on the couch. I just sighed and leaned back. There was no point fighting against someone who controlled matter and space. "Good choice." She commented, throwing an arm around me. "Why not go into your true form?" She asked.
"I prefer this."
"Man, you're still no fun."
She was too lazy to grab the remote, so she teleported it into her hands and turned on a TV. We watched it, still sitting in front of the fireplace.
"...was burning to the ground this evening. Witnesses say they found the house on fire at around 2:30 AM. A corpse of Sarah Smith and David Smith was found, as well as remains of their teen son William Smith. His entire body was not recovered, but the amount of body parts found that belonged to him meant that he did not survive the incident."
Alpha chuckled. "So, how did you do it?" She asked. I stared at the burning house on live television.
"Did what?" I replied, my eyes fixated on the flickering image. "I did nothing. William Smith is dead."
Welp, this was just an introduction paragraph. Explanations on why he is who and what he is will be next chapter. I really did not know how to jumpstart this, so I decided to do something emotional. Tell me what you think! Action and more details next chapter. Bye!