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Bone Breaking Work
Chapter 1: Misunderstood
"Noah Brown! Don't you walk up those stairs young man. Noah NO, Get Back Here this Instant!" SLAM
A young brown haired and eyed teen flopped on to his bed in a second story bedroom while faint shouting could be heard downstairs.
He didn't want to hit Mark today at school, hell he managed to ignore his jabs plenty fine at lunch that day. So why oh why couldn't he stop himself from sucker punching the dude when Mark bounced a basketball off his head!? Sure, it hurt but it shouldn't make him want to kill a classmate.
Why won't anything work out for me?
It all started on Monday 2 days ago. Noah had woken up, proceeded to roll out of bed despondently after realizing the weekend was over, only to land shakily on his far too wobbly legs. Not one to pay too much attention when still in wakeup mode, he went straight for the shower and then proceeded to go away from the shower and out the open window.
The Hell?
Noah Brown thought he'd filled his quoter of strange happenings with that stunt. He'd ended up upside down in a bush like some sort of cartoon character, no way would this happen again. Surely this was merely the universe making certain that he got enough weird karma saved up. Stable karma was now owed, therefore everything could and would go perfectly for the next few months… Right?
Then his day proceeded to get even weirder.
Going up the stairs to his room felt abnormally strange on his legs.
The shower couldn't seem to be anything other than far too hot or cold on his skin.
The Cereal he had that morning smelt like a lollipop.
The avengers took down a hydra uprising in Manhattan according to everyone at morning break. Although, that was normal occurrence all things considered. What wasn't normal was how many strange happenings occurred from Monday to Wednesday.
Hundreds of little things didn't make sense! Why could he smell better? Why did his arms feel stringy and his legs wobble every step? Why couldn't he manage wake up fully until he fell out of a window? Why was it every time he moved, the slightest shift of his clothing contacting his skin would make him flinch? Let alone every bump or poke from someone else.
On Wednesday night Noah was thoroughly over this shit, he grumpily threw his entire body on to the bed and wished it would all just end! So, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoped to God that tomorrow things would go back to normal and that if they didn't, he'd go to school naked and sucker punch anyone who tried to stop him.
Smiling to himself about that totally rational and well thought out plan, he dug himself deeper to wait out this nightmare.
By 11pm he finally got to sleep. At 11:50pm his heart rate slowed to 1beat per minute, 60 times lower than a healthy human. The X Gene fixed that problem by removing the human element at 12 midnight.
By morning the dream would be over, and the nightmare begun.
Noah woke up wide awake for once and felt his dinner trying to come out where only entry was permitted. Seconds away from throwing up, he scrambled upright, just barely managing to aim over the lip of the bed before last night's dinner came up and out to splatter over the floor. Feeling something insidehis back explode forced him to curl up in pain before he could notice the blood mixed in with the food.
Screaming was his number one priority, but he couldn't seem to breathe. Reaching up to his throat in panic wasn't going to happen either because his arms were limp. He felt burning fluid travelling to his fingertips, his legs were fractured at the hip, the colour in his eyes wer-
OH GO# !HE P !N.
Everything hurt
Everything stretched
Everything BURNED
The screams of a sixteen-year-old boy were heard across the Neighborhood that night as his skin flaked off bone. The feeling of his spine popping over and overtook the last of his air away from him.
His skull started to grow and stretch, the skin of his face became uncomfortably tight and ripped itself apart like leather stretched beyond its limit. A sixth sense suddenly found its way into Noah's perception, which didn't help at all as his first five were proving too much already.
The experience was oh so painful and disconcerting, to the point where his brain stopped trying to make sense of things at some point. Then it was all over, and he was panting through a new throat, pins and needles slowly receding to feel the hardwood floor. The ringing in his ears giving way to blissful silence and his eyes tentively opening take in a bedroom painted in blood, skin, and bits of flesh.
"Aaaaarg" the sound of a voice, halfway between a growl and a groan woke him up from the trance, breathing heavily he tried to get a hold of himself as frantic steps rushed away from his door down the stairs.
The sounds coming from the Livingroom a floor below indicated his parents were frantically calling the someone. The authorities most likely his brain helpfully added.
Noah was a smart man. He may have been sixteen, but he kept up with the news and read enough fiction books to know what had just happened. He had the X-Gene and his parents just called the cops on the monster inside their sons' bedroom. From his perspective he was their son, from theirs he'd just ate that son.
Choosing to fix this mess asap was the best option available to him. So, he tried to get up, tried to stop curling up but he couldn't move. He needed to get downstairs and talk to them. Needed to tell them he loved them. Give them the chance to realize their son wasn't gone but just looked different.
All these were reasons to get going. To fix his life that was fine until a scant few hours ago. To get up on those shaky legs and determinedly move on. This rage filled purpose lit a fire in his heart. It was the most profound sense of resolve he'd ever felt. Yet it came nowhere close to how terrified he was in that moment. He was too afraid to even move a nanometer as his body wasn't what he was used to. It was utterly petrifying to even move.
Noah tried so hard to get up throughout the events of the next hour but could do nothing but stay curled up. For the first time in his life, he couldn't control his body. He resolutely ordered it to stand up when his parents screamed out their sorrows below, but it wouldn't. Pushing his arm muscles or any of his muscle groups only made them tense. Forcing his eyelids open was the extent of his control. Noah could only watch in terrified rage as strangers invaded his bedroom with hocky masks and metal implants.
He would later learn that these weren't the police, they were Reavers. An extremist mutant hate group that enhanced themselves with technology and the body parts of the enhanced. His first clue was when a second group rushed in after the first to wrap him up in chains and proceed to impale the hooked ends into his skin.
The mouths of his assailants were moving but his brain had barely gotten enough time to sort through all his new body's signals.
A whimper came out as they dragged him across the floor and muffled yelps as he was roughly pulled down all 12 steps to the living room. A warbling broken cry was released as he saw his parents and something about his misshapen voice must have been familiar, because the next thing he knew he was locking eyes with each of them. That was recognition in their eyes! He knew that for certain, he was sure they just realized it was him. A warm flare of hope blossomed and suddenly he could move.
Noah struggled in the chained cocoon to reach for them, to meet them halfway so that they could stop this nightmare and bring things back to when he was just a human teenager worrying about school. But when he looked up again there wasn't any love in their eyes, just contempt from his father and more anger than he'd ever seen before in his mother.
A deep pit of emptiness filled his heart and ceased his struggles, they weren't going to help.
When the reavers started yanking him outside he let them. He didn't put up a fight as they dragged him across the pavement or protest when yanked harshly into a van. The engine was revved a moment later and they were off.
In the haze of his brain adjusting to a new body and broken heart, Noah started to understand. His parents had recognized him at the bottom of those stairs. They could have accepted the reality of the situation, stood up to the kidnappers and tried to save him but they didn't. They choose not to, because when it came down to it. They'd rather hide away behind contempt and rage than accept a horrible truth. Their son wasn't the one who turned into a monster tonight, they were.
Hello viewers!
This chapter do be a little short but fear not, that was to get the boring stuff out of the way.
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