Chapter 7: Derek
"Ugh! I can't believe you let her get away!" I screamed at Kelly.
"Didn't we decide that we weren't murderers?" she asked, rhetorically.
"She deserved it! She was going to torture us and then drain us of our powers!" I told Kelly.
"We can't kill people. It's wrong," Kelly replied.
"If we don't, we'll never beat them! As a wise man once said, 'If people stand in your way, and they won't move, there's only one way to take them down, and that is killing them,'" I said.
"Who said that?" Kelly asked.
"It's an expression," I replied.
"I don't care what it is! Killing is bad!" Kelly persisted.
Little help here, I thought to Meghan.
"Morgan's right. They won't back down unless we make them," Meghan agreed.
"It might take some time to get used to the idea, but to beat them, killing is our only option," I said.
"There's got to be another way," Kelly said.
"Yes, but until we find it, murder is the only other plausible option," I said, lowering my voice.
"Fine, we'll do this your way, but once we find another option, we are not going to murder anymore, right?" She asked.
"You have my word… unless you change your mind by then," I said.
"I won't," Kelly promised as she stalked off to the far side of the cave.
How does she know about what's right and wrong? She's been in an asylum her entire life, and brought up around crazy people that have no sense of morality, I thought to myself. It must be because she's still a child, I decided. I'm sure that in a few years she'll understand that evil things need to be destroyed, even if you have to do something evil to do it. There was a long silence.
"Well, I'm gonna go explore the area. If I'm not back by morning… leave," I said as I walked out of the cave.
When I got outside, it was nearly dusk. The sun was beautifully setting over the mountains in the distance. If I flew to the top of the mountain, the sunset would be even prettier, I thought. So I flew to the top of the mountain and looked out. I saw everything. I saw the majestic mountains. I saw the tall trees. I saw the rigid rocks. I saw a hot guy. I saw- wait! A hot guy? In the mountains? I don't think so.
He stared at me with his milky brown eyes, with his sandy brown hair rippling in the wind. He started walking towards me and I froze. Oh, no. Did he see me fly? I asked myself. He walked up to me and paused. I really wish I had brushed my hair this morning, I thought to myself, making sure I didn't accidentally project it to him.
"I'm Derek," he said in a "hot guy" kind of voice as he held his hand out for me to shake.
"Morgan," I said, shaking his hand.
"Um, not to be rude, but did you just fly up here?" he asked.
"Uh… I wanna say no, but yes," I replied.
"Cool, so you have a gene mutation, right?" he asked.
"Yeah…" I said.
"Me too," he said.
My jaw dropped. There were only 4 people like me, and one was evil. If he is like me are there others? I asked myself.
"Are there more?" I asked.
"No," he replied, pushing his hair out of his face.
"Are you running from anyone?" I asked.
"No," he answered. Somehow his one word answers made him even hotter.
"So, um, what can you do?" I asked.
"I have super-speed, super-strength, and I can turn invisible," he said.
"Cool," I replied, "So you're here alone?"
"Yeah," Derek said.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"A week or so," he replied.
"Do you wanna come meet my friends?" I offered.
"Sure," he accepted.
So I took Derek to meet Meghan and Kelly.
