A little bit later while still absorbing everything that he saw and everything that has happened Dr. Reyes brought him out of the infirmary into a much nicer and smaller room which looked like a library and an office combined into one Clint took a seat on the couch looking almost zombie like mortified with himself and the mere fact that he killed people even though they were thugs or goons still taking a life is taking a life.
And he doesn't know what's worse the fact that he remembers everything of that event more clearly or that he remembers enjoying mutilating them like he would an average everyday meal.
Clint just sits there wrapped up in his thoughts until Dr. Reyes takes a seat next to him with a coffee mug in her hands.
"Why did I kill them, hell why did I even enjoy it, why me?" Clint asks himself more than Dr. Reyes.
"Survivors guilt is a very common reaction to trauma, we looks for reasons but most of the time we have none." She explains.
"But what I can tell you is the reason why you survived Clint," Clint looks at her now curious, "is because your a very uncommon boy, you said you remember being shot and yet here you are without so much as a scratch."
"Let me ask you, do you know what mutants are?"
Clint nods, of course to him is who doesn't know what mutants are whenever you turn on the news now one of the biggest issues to gossip and bicker about is the existence of people with super powers. Thus the famous group of hero's called the X-Men who fight for mutant rights and to help build a world were one day hopefully humans and mutants can live together peacefully co-existing.
"Mutation most commonly occurs in the early stages of puberty. You could spend the first 13 years of life like an average person, but then you come of age and maturity where you start to discover your true nature!"
Clint feels a pinch of guilt in his stomach turning his thoughts back to the memory, "What is my true nature then, a killer!"
"No! But that's what your here to figure out!" She says confidently.
Clint takes a moment to absorb another revelation that he is in fact a mutant, he hesitates slightly before speaking but he can see by the encouraging look on her face that Dr. Reyes wants him to tell her what's on his mind.
He takes a deep breath, "If you don't mind me asking, how exactly…besides the memory of a bloodbath that is, how do you know that I'm a mutant?"
"The men that I work for have a way of recognizing new mutants or enhanced individuals the moment their condition reveals itself!"
"That how we discovered you Clint and your fellow patients!" She explained simply.
However the key words that caught Clint's attention are 'fellow patients' there were others here like him. He looks at her in surprise, "You're not alone here Clint, not anymore!"
A part of him was relieved that others were here although he did dread about how these others would look at him once they found out their next door roommate is a murderer.
Then Dr. Reyes stood up and walked over to the corner of the room and slipped her coat back on. "You must be exhausted from all that you've learned today, so why don't I show you to your room and we'll continue in the morning."
Clint nods standing up himself stretching out a bit letting out a small yawn. He'll admit after everything he hopes that by tomorrow morning this will all be a bad dream that he'll wake up from and be back in his own bed in his uncles apartment.
Clint pauses his train of thought for a moment before realizing what he just thought. Uncle. I have an uncle and I live with him. He thought to himself.
Yes you do and he is not that different from you! That loud dark, deep, and distorted voice from earlier says loudly not as loud as before but still the sudden burst of noise caused him to grip his head.
Clint once again scans the room for the owner but doesn't see anyone besides himself and Dr. Reyes who took notice of the boy who looked like he was having a headache or something.
"Are you alright Clint?" She asks sounding concerned.
Clint looks at her and gives a thumbs up. He may be an alleged killer and mutant, but he'll be damned before he lets anyone think he's insane. After all this is a hospital that last thing he needs is to give her a reason to lock him up in a padded cell. So he'll just keep a lid on the wired voice for now.
"Yeah sorry it was just a slight headache from trying to wrap my head around all this but go ahead lead the way I'm fine!"
She nods, "Follow me please!" With that they start walking down the halls of the building.
Clint's curiosity doesn't go unnoticed by Dr. Reyes as she sees him observing the place. "This is a facility for young mutants like yourself, teenagers and young adults who need some extra care before they can go back out and live healthy lives."
They finally come to a small room that has a desk with a chair and a single bed with some neatly folded clothes and bathroom supplies on top. "Here's some warm clothes, toiletries and other basic essential needs!"
Clint inspects the room and the clothes even though she claims it's a hospital somehow to him he feels it's more like a prison. That being said he couldn't help but ask the only question left on his mind, "How long do I need to stay here?"
"Until I decide you're not a danger!" Dr. Reyes says almost monotone as if that a usual question that's asked around here.
Clint arches an eyebrow, "Danger to who?" He wonders.
"Yourself, you've been through a lot, get some rest okay!" She turns to leave at that.
"Dr. Reyes?"
She halts and turns back for a moment, "Did I really kill those men?" Clint asks desperate to know.
"Maybe, but your in a safe place now, nothing can hurt you in here Clint, no one can come after you I promise, goodnight!" She shuts the door with the lock clicking in place.
Clint is finally left alone with his thoughts he feels like he doesn't know what to do except stick with the plan and hope that by tomorrow he'll wake up from this nightmare. He slips off his gown and sets the cloths and supplies over in the desk along with his cross necklace, he's left only in a pair of boxers his slightly built abs exposed and his legs. He slips himself underneath the covers and tries to catch some Z's although he knows it'll be a long night.
His last thought before he drifts off to sleep, God please tell me this isn't real! He prays.
It's as real as I am Clint as real as the guys we snacked on, and this is only the beginning! The voice says with a sinister chuckle in the end.
As much as Clint wishes he didn't hear it he can't deny that the voice is right this is only the beginning of his living hell.