My First Alternate Sequel to Ender's Game:
Ender Goes Insane
Chapter 1 – The Denial.
Bean couldn't believe it as he looked at Ender. He had an unusual expression on his face. It looked less troubled. Too less troubled.
"No, Bean, he has hardly been speaking English, let alone been understandable, in 5 weeks." Alai said.
"But, it can't happen. He'll get better soon. It's been really hard on him, you know. He didn't hate the Formics." He convinced himself that as much as he could, probably because he wanted it to be true. His old instincts from the streets of Rotterdam told him different. They wanted him to be ashamed that Ender was so weak, that he was a bugger-lover. But for some reason he couldn't do it. All he had been through at battle school had changed him, into a different person. He left Ender's quarters, and made it way to his room. In his room, the usual familiarity of the scene was gone. It was as if it was foreign. The fact had dawned on him. He was starting to accept it.
"No!" He screamed as he hit his bed frame with his fist. "Ender's fine!"
"What'd you say?" Petra Arkanian was obviously outside his door.
"Nothing!" The word came out much louder than he had expected. "Okay then," She said quietly. He then apologized, but he was unsure whether the words even came out.
That night he had great difficulty sleeping, although that was no surprise, as it had been happening ever since Ender had become like this; it was just now, however, that he realized why.
