Welcome back to the second Do You Remember. I decided to continue this. Yes, I've also decided that Claus isn't exactly dead. He'll tell us why in his own time, so please be patient...I'll also try to make these longer.
QotD:
"Lucas, what's that you're reading?"
-sob-
"What's wrong?!"
"YOU TRAITOR, CLAUS! YOU'VE BETRAYED ME! And the witch too, but...ME TOO!"
-New Culture. If you get the reference, you'll get a mention on one of my more popular stories.-
...What time is it?
I'm confused. I'm lying in dirt, and I can't move. I don't need to breathe, but it weirds me out holding my breath. I can feel bones underneath me. I won't rot to pieces like Mom. Oh man, am I lying over Mom?! Aah...get me out...please, I'm still alive...can't you tell?! I can't move! Get me out, someone...please.
Please...
You've forgotten me...haven't you? I have been left behind. Just another mistake...and another child will take my place. Another woman will take Mom's place. I don't think Lucas will let her...maybe Dad won't do that, but...I don't know. Right now, the time could be twenty-seven o' clock and I would never know. Armageddon could come, and I wouldn't care. Technically, according to medical experts, I should be dead and gone.
...Of course, the same was said when I attacked Drago and failed to carry out my mission of what I now see as perverted justice. I was shutting down and then, hands lifted me. I couldn't hear them-I was in a stupor and extremely close to death, from what I heard once I woke up in the recovery unit. And I never knew what happened before that.
They had told me I was of non-human origin. In other words, they created me. And that is a SIN! A SIN AND A LIE! I believed them-I didn't have any conscience at the time that warned me they were lying. But some lies to some people are true to others. Is there really a lie that everyone does believe?
I was trained. Day after day, against cardboard cutouts and plush scarecrows tied to sticks in a gun range. I honed my PSI, my special skill that made me wanted. They had to amputate my arm in the operation room because it wasn't responding well and actually got infected... They replaced it, marveling at the simplicity of THAT operation. It's an easy thing to figure out-I am more mechanical than just my arm.
...They could manipulate me at will...make me do things I never recalled...horrendous things that they said they were 'below'. I still don't remember, even after my 'death' in which I have finally recovered my past. Hearing the sound, over and over in my head, of Mom's voice pleading with me. I didn't know. I couldn't begin to comprehend who this woman was, and why her voice hung in the air as the moon could.
They said they were below torture and killing. Yes? I still remember what I look like. I think I look like torture, and I KNOW I look like death. But, I am here, and they are getting their own justice. I hope their other Chimeras tear them to shreds. (That would be justice to me. But I can't dole out justice.)
Oh, brother, I can hear you cursing my name! I can feel a wound in my heart begin to bleed as you lament over my fallen grace. Or maybe the biological half of me is beginning to return to the cycle at last...then, I will never move. I can never speak. I can't begin to share what I have realized with the world.
What a fate...to be isolated, underneath Earth and still conscious, still breathing with tremendous pressure on your chest...I don't have a coffin, Mom doesn't have a coffin. I think the rock my head rests on is her skull! Oh please, come save me...I've been spun away into a twisted fairy tale with a rewritten ending that only pleases the saps and the wanna-be heroes.
I cannot bring myself to peace...someone must take me.
Lucas, my brother! Hear me...with this accursed PSI...my message. I am still here. I am ready to die. Come and take me.
Come and take me!