Waking Up
By: Dani Royer (aquariusfire@aol.com)
Summary: A peek inside John's head as he lets loose. X2 spoilage.
A/N: Thanks to Zara for looking over this. I'm almost done with the next chapter of "Quiet Nights", but I haven't been in the mood to write happy. Here's to hoping this exorcized my angst demons!
Ever since I realized who I was, I began to see myself as fire. For so long, I've felt like just embers. Not strong enough to do anything but stay alive...barely. Even when I was with Bobby and Rogue, I only flared up, then died back down. Now I can feel myself coming to life. I can feel everything waking up. Finally, I don't feel like the embers are going to fade at any moment
My eyes have been opened. This feels...amazing. They're at my mercy. They can't do a thing to stop me. I've always felt so helpless and now they know. They know how it feels to be powerless. They know what it feels like to hurt. To burn inside. I've been keeping this flame inside me so long. Releasing it, unleashing it, whatever this is, makes me feel alive. I'm not a freak, I'm a god. It's my choice who lives and dies here.
They're screaming and actually trying to shield themselves with their hands. Amusing. They look at me as if I'm a monster. Hypocrites. I'm no worse than them. I didn't invade their homes and steal their families. They're acting as if I'm taking away something for no reason. Didn't they shoot first? I just defending myself, right? Defending my friends? I am, aren't I? Then why does it feel so good?
I'm finally waking up to the world. It's not my fault that it's only worth burning down.