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Even The Freaks Need Love
Chapter Four: X High And Strange Dreams
As I started to get use to the fact that I was no longer Emroy Hewitt, but a fierce mutant known as Reaper, I felt my soul being pulled in two. One side wanted me to be Emroy Carter Hewitt, the person I was. The other wanted me to be the Reaper. I was torn between two needs. I wanted to be Emroy; but I needed to be the Reaper. I could already feel the personalities being created inside my very head.
It made me sick.
I was Emroy Carter Hewitt from the moment I had taken my first breath of air. When it filled my lungs, fulfilling me. Then, I was also a one hour creation named the "Reaper". I was, like I had said, torn. Really, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The rock being Emroy, and the hard place being the Reaper. In the one hour, and now possibly, a few minutes, my mind had begun to create the Reaper.
The Reaper's likes. Hates. Goals. How it- I, phrased my words. My personality. I begun to wonder if that was how all mutants' minds' work. The moment you came up with your nickname, your conscious slowly started to formulate this strangely addicting thing known as "The Reaper".
It was one colossal mistake that I had chosen because of my rebellious state of mind- or lack of. I really did not want to place a game of tug-a-war with my mind. 'Cause, I was going to lose. I... I was so torn that I didn't even notice when we landed, in fact, I wasn't certain, but I thought we landed in a basketball field. I shook my head, trying to stop the debate. I was afraid. The Reaper was winning.
I closed my eyes, ignoring the calls and waves of emotions from Ororo and Logan. I was too busy trying to be certain that I was me. Me. Not Reaper. So far, not so good. I was sure Logan grabbed my things. I didn't care. Not that I would if my mind didn't feel like a Presidential elections rally. For a moment, I thought I was going crazy, until I remembered I was.
You are the Reaper! Fearless. Dominate. Powerful. You are death.
You are Emroy Hewitt! Sarcastic. Obnoxious. A head case. You are Emroy.
I was almost ready to call myself Reaper. It felt logical. I wasReaper. Not fearful; feared. Not controlled; dominate. Not weak; powerful. I was, in a sick way, really death. I killed those around me. Those I loved. It all clicked. I was really this person- personality named Reaper. It was me.
Every slowly, I could feel the personality I was slip away. Before I could subconsciously grab it, The Reaper kicked in. In some unearthly way, I felt kind of complete. The normal things that I stress out about were replaced with: Ugh! Is that all? It was both pleasant and strange at the same time. It was, in some masochist way, bitter sweet.
"Reaper? Reaper!? Are you okay?", I heard Ororo's accented voice call me back from my unseen subconsciousness.
I looked up. "What?", I coked, feeling the emotion of surprise washed over me.
"Y-Your eyes...", she mumbled, recovering from her shock.
I arched my eye brow. There was nothing wrong with my eyes. I had nice, soft blue eyes. Well, I thought I did.
I turned to look in the mirror, gasping out loud at my now black eyes. I looked so weird. My white sclera was almost gone with the inky black that spilt over it. My hand raised to my cheek. What had happened to me?!
"Ahem. We should get going," Ororo said, grabbing the last of my luggage.
I nodded mutely. I had nothing to say.
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Huge was a major understatement. I was sure there was nothing bigger than this place in front of me. There were kid varying from all ages. The view was amazing. I wonder how long it will be before they kick me out. I was completely amazed by all the happy emotions around me. I almost stumbled three times.
I felt as if I were sitting on a beach when it was twilight. The waves of happy emotions washing over me like warm waves from the unforgiving depts of the ocean. I was sure that if I listened some, I would be able to hear the emotions.
Ororo, I hated to admit it, was very helpful. She showed me the classes and some mutants, non of which spiked my interest. We walked to my room, well, my new room. It was kind of plain. The walls were a creamy colour. The bed was rather large with brown comforters on them. The door, I presumed, led to a bathroom. There was one desk, one closet, both a mahogany colour. A few shelves for pictures and books. The window held a great view of the campus. The carpet was soft under my feet. There was also a simple dresser sitting across from the desk.
Hm. I could re-decorate.
I dropped my bags on the floor, looking around once more. I wonder if they have paint here. I locked that question in my head, as I walked to the comfy looking bed. I needed a good sleep. I dropped onto the bed, pulling the covers up with me. I could make the best of my situation, I guessed.
And who knows, maybe I might like this place.
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I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, leaving me achy and alone. I wanted to call out to the man wheeling away from me, my wonderous burden with him. I wanted to scream, I wanted to kill him. I hated this man in front of me. I wanted to feel his bones crack under my hands. He had to die.
I did not feel no sympathy for the man in the wheel chair. On the contrary. I did not care about anything right now. I just wanted the man dead! He stole what ever was keeping me sane away. My burden. My precious burden.
He needed to die.
Everything went black for a moment. I was left standing in a white room with a greenish man laying on the table in the room. We were to only colour in the room. Green, black, brown, blue, peach. The only colours. I walked up to the man cautiously. I didn't know if he was a threat or not.
The man looked in pretty rough shape. Suddenly, I felt the need to kill whoever did this to him. I wanted to rip whoever did this to him apart. I glared at the wall. Somehow I knew that someone was behind it. I wanted to kill them with my bare hands.
I jolted out of the white room. I was flung into a room with a woman who looked all too familiar to me, and a child I seen in the mirror not so long ago. My head hurt like I was suppressing something down. I walked to the walls, clawing at them. I had to see that man.
"Shush, shush. Come on dear. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
I could hear the lie in her voice, feel it through my being. I wanted to yell to the frightened girl that she was lying. The woman changed into another person. A person I wanted to suppress. Aiden. I didn't know why, but I wanted to kill him, too. He was dangerous. My mind was screaming, but I couldn't move
The little girl reached forward, her little hand touching Aiden face. I felt a sinister emotion run through me. I visibly shuddered. Aiden was not the man I remembered. Not the boy who would have grabbed me, asking me why he could not kiss me.
Aiden turned into the same man in the wheelchair. The man I seen before. I glared at him. The need to kill him grew until it was almost filling my whole body.
"Now, child. Please." The man said, reaching forward. "I mean you no harm."
"Come on now, Charles. Leave the girl be. Stay out of her head." Another man said, walking next to me.
The sudden feeling of intense dislike washed over me. He was not a threat to me. Not at all. I could take him down, but the question was, did I want to fight an old man? No less on that offered me such treasures. I blinked, taking a step back. Both men turned into a woman, fusing together. The woman reached out to the child- me.
The child grasped the woman's hand, as the woman pulled her up. The woman began to coo the small child. The child reached up, kissing the woman. I watching in horror as the woman twitched violently, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I felt something fill me. Something sickening.
The woman fell to the floor, still holding on to the child.
"NO!", I screamed, as the child began to cry.
I fell to my knees. A horrified expression on my face.
I was the one who killed my mother. She wasn't in a car accident like Daisey had told me.
Fury filled me. She lied to me.
To protect you, Reaper. Something hissed.
It was all to much for my mind to take. Aiden appeared, smirking crazily.
A/N: Okay, so chapter five will be put up soon!
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