Night, April, 2013
Finally, I have had success on one front, and arguably one of the most important ones. I've managed to find another mutant, though he is not one of the ones I was imprisoned with, which means that there must be more mutants than I had thought.
He calls himself Malachi- or, to be precise, Sir Malachi- and I found him under stranger circumstances than even I would have thought.
I was on one of my nightly runs, when I sensed someone out there using a lot of psychic power. Curious (but still cautious, as far as I knew these were more Kraang) I tracked the source down to the sewers (a place I honestly usually try to avoid), and I found him in the middle of what seemed to be a battle with a large dragon. Shocked, I sat and stared for a bit, unsure if what I was seeing was real or not (so much has happened that I wouldn't be surprised one bit if there actually were dragons roaming around somewhere). I sat and watched as the battle continued, unsure of whether I should try and help. I decided to at least asses the situation, so I reached out with my thoughts, and found, upon my minor probing, that the dragon was actually an illusion being created by the mutant!
As soon as I touched his illusion, he noticed me, and the dragon dissipated.
Illusion making. It's a fascinating power, and it does make some sense, considering that the Kraang were more than likely responsible for this fellow's mutation, and they seemed very interested in making mutagen work with psychic powers. But I digress, I haven't even described Malachi yet.
He's a short, and, truth be told, kind of pudgy, sparrow, I believe (though I could be mistaken. I'm a chemist, not a biologist, after all). He has only one leg, though how the other was lost I daren't even think about. He's kind of a strange character (though I suppose I'm not one to judge), always talking in his queer medieval-style way, like how he greeted me, for instance.
As soon as he noticed my prodding of his illusion, he turned around, facing me, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, good Doctor Rockwell. What bringeths thou to my humble abode?"
Not knowing exactly how to respond to that, or whether I actually even could respond at all (I had only thought so far as finding the mutants, and not so much what I would say, or if I even could say anything. Short sighted on my part, I admit), plus there was the strange matter of him knowing my name. That seemed like a good enough point to start a conversation, so focusing my thoughts as well as I could (reading minds had become easier, perhaps it was the same for telepathy?), I tried to ask How do you know who I am?
And, to my relief, it seemed to work, because he got a gleam in his eye and answered me, "Ah, therein lies a long tale."
He then told me his story, which I will not write here in full, because it is, as he said, a long tale, but it is a sad tale, far worse, it seems to me, than he made it out to be. Malachi, which I doubt is his real name, but I understand the want to change it, is hardly more than a boy, and yet because of a chance mutagen that fell from the sky (not unlikely related to the mutagen I had found earlier. Probably some careless Kraang) he has become trapped in an outcast life in the sewers. Then he told me about his meeting with the turtles, and that he knew my name because of them. After he finished his story- the whole time using his medieval-styled speech- I felt sympathy for him, and asked him if he wanted to stay with me in my warehouse instead of his hideout in the sewers. He agreed right away. I suppose anyone would choose a warehouse with company over living alone in the sewers.
Actually, he's looking around the warehouse as I write this. It makes me a little nervous, as odd as that may seem. I never really ever had company at my old house, back in the old days. This is the first time in a while that I've had..um...guests at my home. I wonder what he thinks about it. ... Well, I could easily find out... No, that doesn't seem quite right. It's one thing to get a persons thoughts in passing, especially when it's a stranger, but purposely digging into someone's thoughts,and a guest's no less, just seems rude. Of course, I don't even have to pry to sense his confusion, his nervousness, but also his hope. They're just there, plain for me to see-I mean, sense. I hope this isn't considered rude, after all, it is not like I'm trying to pry into his emotions. Maybe letting someone stay with me was not the best idea after all. I should probably let him know about the potential lack of privacy he might have. I hope that doesn't scare him off, I hadn't noticed before, but I could use the company. I've been alone for a long while, after all.
Although, I'm not honestly sure how well I will get along with Malachi, he seems nice enough, of course, but our interests don't really merge. I should ask him about his powers someday. They are very interesting, and they may be something we could both relate to.
Early morning, April, 2013
Malachi seems to have settled quickly. His first night staying here and he's fast asleep. After I finished writing my last entry, Malachi finished his little tour of my home, and asked me where he would sleep, in his own way. I think I'm getting used to his way of speech. Of course, I stammered a bit at that, but was able to make a passable bed quickly enough, although right now he's using it more like a perch. I can fiddle with it tomorrow- or later today, that is- to work better for him. Seeing him sleep the way he is just reminds me how I don't truly know him, he is, by all rights, a complete stranger living with me.
I don't feel tired at all, so I might go and scavenge breakfast, the first one that we'll have while Malachi is staying with me. I wonder what he likes to eat... Oh, well, I'll just get what I find like I always do, and see how it works out in the morning- I mean later.
Ta da! Finally mutants are found! R&R, until next chapter!