Authors Notes: Thank you Wallabee Beatles, Demon Angel, Miranda Shadowind, Numbuh8 and dgvrbr
for the good reviews, hope you like the new chapter.
Imagi your creative criticism is a welcome change for those who simply flame fics. You may have a point, but I hope you feel my story is becoming more creative.
Alfred's POV
I told them, they found out. I told them plainly, no more,
No more evil schemes, no more bothering the Kids Next Door, no more being delightful. I told them what I was, who I was, and that I would no longer be what they wanted me to be, I would be my own person, not a delightful child, from now on I would be Alfred.
They did not take it well. Not well indeed, they told me what a disappointment I had become, that I was a weak link in the chain, that I was nothing to them anymore. I had expected bad but.....that was over two weeks ago, and they have not said a word to me since.
Why did I do it? Why was I so selfish? Why didn't I just continue being a member of the family? I've lost everything, my family was all I had. Maybe if I had friends, or something I wouldn't feel so bad. I wanted to take it all back, but then what? Just go back to being just as miserable?
My siblings continued their plots and schemes in private, where I could not see or hear them. They always failed, naturally. One time, when one of the schemes gone awry had taken place in the house, I came face to face with the one called Numbuh 3. She looked at me, she clearly knew something was amiss, that there had to be a reason why I wasn't with my siblings, and had not been for a few of their schemes recently.
"You're sad." Was all she said, somehow she saw through my mask, the helmet I always wore, somehow she knew what I was feeling. Before I could think of how to respond, a voice called her back to the fight, the voice of Numbuh 1. She looked at me worried, but then had to leave to help her teammates.
Sad, yes I was. I wanted individuality, freedom and found none. I still even wear my helmet, I'm afraid of seeing what's under it now. I don't to know who I really am. I love my family, I always have and always will, was my betrayal so horrible? Was it so unforgivable?
I hardly see them anymore, they avoid me, and now I avoid them. Avoid the icy glares they give me when I enter the room, I even eat my meals by myself. I'm no longer delightful, yay........but it turns out I'm miserable no matter what. Time to end it I suppose.
I wonder what others will think when they find me.
Will my siblings weep? Will the Kids Next Door? Will 3?
People will say 'he was to young to do such a thing'. I'll probably even make the front page of the local paper: 'Local Boy Commits Suicide'. Though I wonder if they'll show a picture of my real face, or just me with my helmet.
What will it say on my tombstone? 'Here Lies Alfred the Weak Link'? I reach into my bathroom cabinet, and pull out a bottle of aspirin. I've seen this on TV, it's supposed to be a clean way to go, if you want to end your own life.
At least I won't have to worry about the pain, the anger or the loneliness anymore. I look in the mirror, and pop open the bottle. I'm not even going to take off my helmet, why bother?
Goodbye my family. I'm sorry.
End POV
Alfred swallowed the contents of the bottle, he felt dizzy, then an incredible pain.
Then he felt nothing, and the world became blurry and dark.
To Be Continued
for the good reviews, hope you like the new chapter.
Imagi your creative criticism is a welcome change for those who simply flame fics. You may have a point, but I hope you feel my story is becoming more creative.
Alfred's POV
I told them, they found out. I told them plainly, no more,
No more evil schemes, no more bothering the Kids Next Door, no more being delightful. I told them what I was, who I was, and that I would no longer be what they wanted me to be, I would be my own person, not a delightful child, from now on I would be Alfred.
They did not take it well. Not well indeed, they told me what a disappointment I had become, that I was a weak link in the chain, that I was nothing to them anymore. I had expected bad but.....that was over two weeks ago, and they have not said a word to me since.
Why did I do it? Why was I so selfish? Why didn't I just continue being a member of the family? I've lost everything, my family was all I had. Maybe if I had friends, or something I wouldn't feel so bad. I wanted to take it all back, but then what? Just go back to being just as miserable?
My siblings continued their plots and schemes in private, where I could not see or hear them. They always failed, naturally. One time, when one of the schemes gone awry had taken place in the house, I came face to face with the one called Numbuh 3. She looked at me, she clearly knew something was amiss, that there had to be a reason why I wasn't with my siblings, and had not been for a few of their schemes recently.
"You're sad." Was all she said, somehow she saw through my mask, the helmet I always wore, somehow she knew what I was feeling. Before I could think of how to respond, a voice called her back to the fight, the voice of Numbuh 1. She looked at me worried, but then had to leave to help her teammates.
Sad, yes I was. I wanted individuality, freedom and found none. I still even wear my helmet, I'm afraid of seeing what's under it now. I don't to know who I really am. I love my family, I always have and always will, was my betrayal so horrible? Was it so unforgivable?
I hardly see them anymore, they avoid me, and now I avoid them. Avoid the icy glares they give me when I enter the room, I even eat my meals by myself. I'm no longer delightful, yay........but it turns out I'm miserable no matter what. Time to end it I suppose.
I wonder what others will think when they find me.
Will my siblings weep? Will the Kids Next Door? Will 3?
People will say 'he was to young to do such a thing'. I'll probably even make the front page of the local paper: 'Local Boy Commits Suicide'. Though I wonder if they'll show a picture of my real face, or just me with my helmet.
What will it say on my tombstone? 'Here Lies Alfred the Weak Link'? I reach into my bathroom cabinet, and pull out a bottle of aspirin. I've seen this on TV, it's supposed to be a clean way to go, if you want to end your own life.
At least I won't have to worry about the pain, the anger or the loneliness anymore. I look in the mirror, and pop open the bottle. I'm not even going to take off my helmet, why bother?
Goodbye my family. I'm sorry.
End POV
Alfred swallowed the contents of the bottle, he felt dizzy, then an incredible pain.
Then he felt nothing, and the world became blurry and dark.
To Be Continued