Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, I do however own "Bleach". Not Clorox!
Bleach
X-Men, it sounded so wonderful. Too bad I'd probably never be a part of it; my power was too life-endangering, to myself and others.
Whoever I touch dies, it's not like Rogue's, with life force and powers and junk, it's with bacteria, viruses, germs, dirt, anything most people would classify as "dirty". Which brings me to my nickname, "Bleach" and in a nutshell that's what I do.
A bacterium makes the body work, it breaks down food in your stomach and loads of other stuff and it is always regenerating. Imagine what would happen if every single bacterium in your body was sucked out. I'd imagine you'd die, actually I know you would. I know because I've done it before.
I've also cured people of diseases, like cancer. I used to go to hospitals sometimes and go to the terminal illness wards and take away the cancer of people who wanted to have a clean body when they died. When I touched them they looked happy for a minute, but in the end the expressionless faces of death took over. I don't do that anymore, the family of the people I helped into death didn't like me. I also don't do it anymore because I'm too weak; you see, the cancer doesn't just disappear. It has to go somewhere, that somewhere is me. I'm dying ever so slowly now as I walk around the school. Everybody knows it, I chose not to have anyone try to cure me, I know my body is used to disease and can hold on for as long as it needs to. My only wish is that I could die clean.
To be clean may seem a bit vain of me, but in truth it is a valid wish. I've never been completely clean, everything I touch has dirt on it and I suck it right up. My skin is usually brown with dirt. I suck up plenty of viruses too; I constantly have a cold, from accidentally touching surfaces people have sneezed on. My hair is usually limp and stringy with oil, my eyes glazed over by some illness, and my face is full of blemishes. I must be an odd sight to see. My body is covered in filth and yet my clothes are perfectly clean.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll live to see the next germ-filled day, but most of the time I wonder how much Lysol or Germ-X is left in my room. No matter though, I know my whole closet is full of cans and bottles of them both. Sometimes I joke that when they run out I will be finished with my business and I will die. No one knows that I'm not really joking. I can't stand to see the products that have kept me healthier than could have been hoped alive. No one knows though that I'm lying when I say that my closet is still full of them. The last can and bottle are on my bedside table, almost finished.
I'm heading up to my room now, to squeeze the last bit of sanitizer on my hands and to spray the last bit of Lysol around my room. Then I'm going to fall asleep and just not worry about germs, viruses, and all that other crap. I don't think those things are in heaven. At least, I hope they're not.
Authors Note: Bleach has been in my mind for three years now and I've often used her as a roleplay character. In the beginning she is often hyperventilating at the thought of all the germs, you see, they terrify her. She can be quite amusing, but at the same time quite chilling. To understand her power completely, think about how many germs are in our world. Terrifying, eh?
