Tempest of Emotions
Chapter Two
A/N- Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Junior year is a major pain and my heart goes out to all who are suffering like me (And to people suffering a harsh school year in general). There is just not enough time in the day to do homework, watch TV, use the computer and get sleep! I need sleep! Thank goodness for this three day weekend! Oops, I'm rambling and that's not the reason you're reading this. BTW, thank you to the select few who have reviewed! It was very nice and useful in the whole writing process thing- for lack of better word. Oh, and sorry about the whole formatting thing, I didn't read the instructions carefully over the whole uploading process and thus the end result is a really screwed-up looking story! Well, as you might notice the first chapter has been fixed to look better! And do tell me if there's some mistake in the darn story! Ahhh, I'm doing it again. Oy! Just ignore my raving and ranting and scroll down to the actual story (If you haven't already!).
Disclaimer- This is really old and I think no one's paying any attention to this part so keep on scrolling down! And if you really want to see the disclaimer, which I highly doubt, go to chapter one. PS- All other stuff like rating, also go back to chapter one. If there is a change, it will be posted. Carry on!
Over the past two years, my life has gone upside down. At first, I was nonchalant, not a care in the world; with the exception of being discovered that I was different from everyone else. Am I that different? Just because I was made in some lab in the middle of nowhere and was designed for something I have no idea about, doesn't make me some kind of freak. Does it? Just because I have some strands of feline DNA in my genome and can do some extraordinary feats that no other normal human can do, doesn't make me the savior of this doomed world. Does it? Before I met Logan, I was perfectly content. All I had to worry about was me and me alone. All of a sudden, I'm enlisted to save the world from all the evils created by other people. Great, there goes my cover. Instead of lying low, I'm out there kicking other people's butts. Not that I don't enjoy it, but this wasn't my problem. All I wanted to do was to find my family and live happily ever after. Yeah right. Like that was going to happen. The world is never going to accept me or my kind. Maybe they will. Probably in another million years.
Now, I'm helping the infamous Eyes Only on his demented crusade to save the world. You've got to admire him for trying, but what is he trying to save? This world is too messed up for anyone to restore. Maybe not.
Logan, with his ideals of a perfect world, is blinded by his inability to see this broken world and yet, I still love him. Love? That's a bit strong. Ok, I care about him a lot. He means so much to me, that it scares me some times. Am I capable of love? I was never meant to feel or even have emotions; stupid Manticore training. But I truly care about Logan. But with this virus, I feel like we're not meant to be together; not now, not ever. Cindy and Joshua tell me not to give up and that we will be together. If we were meant to be together, why is it so hard? And so painful? In my dreams I watched him die and in reality, it almost happened a couple times. I couldn't live with myself if I knew I was the cause of his death. Love sucks. I care about him so much and yet, I have to let him go. Or else, he dies. I have to let go of everyone and everything I care about and it hurts like hell.
I had to let go of Zack. It was so wonderful to see him again, alive. But then he tried to kill Logan and I had him slip out of my life again. It was absolute torture when he finally woke up and didn't recognize me. I miss him so much and wonder constantly if I made the right decision to send him away. It's probably for the best; he finally gets to live the normal life he always wanted.
At least, I still have Joshua for comfort. He is a gentle big brother who offers advice and comfort in my darkest hours. Joshua is truly untouched and unadulterated by the evils of this world. He is probably one of few who actually understand me. However, I feel like I'm losing him too. With his recent brush with love and tragedy, Joshua decided to leave me and my protection. I finally realize that he can take care of himself and all that he needs is a friend for support and comfort. I will always be there for Joshua, whenever he needs a friend or a shoulder to lean on or someone to talk to.
And then, there's Alec. The man who has Ben's face. The face of my long lost brother; whom I killed. It must be karma or fate or whatever you call it. It pains me so much just to look at Alec, hear him talk or laugh or even breathe. He reminds me of Ben so much; of course he would, they are twins. I didn't want to kill Ben! He begged me to and Manticore was closing in. I had no choice, I had to do it. But, I'll never forget the way Ben looked at me before he died. The look in his eyes, his last words, and his last breath will haunt me forever in my dreams. Alec is a big fat jerk, who doesn't know the meaning of friendship, loyalty or love. Basically, everything that makes us humans and not monsters. Alec is pure Manticore, through and through. Ahh, Normal's pretty golden boy, who just happens to be a transgenic. How ironic. I would give a million dollars just to see his face when he finds out what his golden boy really is. Alec is such a pain, always sticking his nose into my business or messing up something important, like the virus cure. I still blame him, even though he paid Logan back. He is such a screw up! Ok, ok. Maybe not all the time. He is interesting to have around, you know, someone who I can talk to (sometimes!) and I guess I can trust him, but on second thought I don't think so!
Maybe I'll get my wish soon; you know the one about exposure. With White chasing me and mine; I don't know how long it will be until we are all exposed, dragged into some lab to be either reinstated as cold-blooded killing machines or dissected to see just how Manticore made such freaks. Or we could be lynched publicly just to quell the frightened masses who yearn for both our blood to be split and our demise.
Curse this infernal endlessness of eternal consciousness! Just once I would like to sleep out of want instead of need! I want to forget my troubles for once! Forget Zack's last moments, Ben's dying words and Tinga's cold body!
I want to forget I want to dream I want to be normal I want to live I want to love I want to be free
Max paced furiously in her small and cramped apartment in the early cold morning. Her endless stream of thought tormenting her nightly; allowing her no refuge within the sweet realm of dreams and their wonderful antidote of obliviousness. Her gift became a heavy curse. Her heart rate sped up as she thought more disturbing and dark notions. Maybe she should leave town before any major incident occurs and before anyone gets hurt. Maybe. Zack always told her that staying in Settle was a big risk, but she was too stubborn to listen. Besides, starting all over again was really hard and she just didn't have the time or the want to do so. The corner of her eye fixed on the rising sun and her breath caught as she noticed the sky's beauty. Inhaling deeply, she calmed down as her heartbeat slowed and she began to prepare to endure another grueling day in this city of hers. Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed. They could always take a turn for the better at that next bend in the road. Who knows?
A/N- So, was it bad because that ending was a little out of sync and just seems kind of weird. And that little poem or litany, although it's not quite qualified to be called such, just seems kind of out of place. But those just popped up and if you don't like it, please tell me! Btw, I killed the "Signed members only"! I didn't even know about that until someone told me to turn it off! Thank you! And keep up the criticism! I would like to make the story more appealing and in the process hopefully get a better sense of style of creative writing! And I almost forgot to mention that the beginning chapters are a catalysis (Or background) for the rest of the story! Just thought you would like to know! And should I do a Logan POV? I kind of like the idea!
A/N- Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Junior year is a major pain and my heart goes out to all who are suffering like me (And to people suffering a harsh school year in general). There is just not enough time in the day to do homework, watch TV, use the computer and get sleep! I need sleep! Thank goodness for this three day weekend! Oops, I'm rambling and that's not the reason you're reading this. BTW, thank you to the select few who have reviewed! It was very nice and useful in the whole writing process thing- for lack of better word. Oh, and sorry about the whole formatting thing, I didn't read the instructions carefully over the whole uploading process and thus the end result is a really screwed-up looking story! Well, as you might notice the first chapter has been fixed to look better! And do tell me if there's some mistake in the darn story! Ahhh, I'm doing it again. Oy! Just ignore my raving and ranting and scroll down to the actual story (If you haven't already!).
Disclaimer- This is really old and I think no one's paying any attention to this part so keep on scrolling down! And if you really want to see the disclaimer, which I highly doubt, go to chapter one. PS- All other stuff like rating, also go back to chapter one. If there is a change, it will be posted. Carry on!
Over the past two years, my life has gone upside down. At first, I was nonchalant, not a care in the world; with the exception of being discovered that I was different from everyone else. Am I that different? Just because I was made in some lab in the middle of nowhere and was designed for something I have no idea about, doesn't make me some kind of freak. Does it? Just because I have some strands of feline DNA in my genome and can do some extraordinary feats that no other normal human can do, doesn't make me the savior of this doomed world. Does it? Before I met Logan, I was perfectly content. All I had to worry about was me and me alone. All of a sudden, I'm enlisted to save the world from all the evils created by other people. Great, there goes my cover. Instead of lying low, I'm out there kicking other people's butts. Not that I don't enjoy it, but this wasn't my problem. All I wanted to do was to find my family and live happily ever after. Yeah right. Like that was going to happen. The world is never going to accept me or my kind. Maybe they will. Probably in another million years.
Now, I'm helping the infamous Eyes Only on his demented crusade to save the world. You've got to admire him for trying, but what is he trying to save? This world is too messed up for anyone to restore. Maybe not.
Logan, with his ideals of a perfect world, is blinded by his inability to see this broken world and yet, I still love him. Love? That's a bit strong. Ok, I care about him a lot. He means so much to me, that it scares me some times. Am I capable of love? I was never meant to feel or even have emotions; stupid Manticore training. But I truly care about Logan. But with this virus, I feel like we're not meant to be together; not now, not ever. Cindy and Joshua tell me not to give up and that we will be together. If we were meant to be together, why is it so hard? And so painful? In my dreams I watched him die and in reality, it almost happened a couple times. I couldn't live with myself if I knew I was the cause of his death. Love sucks. I care about him so much and yet, I have to let him go. Or else, he dies. I have to let go of everyone and everything I care about and it hurts like hell.
I had to let go of Zack. It was so wonderful to see him again, alive. But then he tried to kill Logan and I had him slip out of my life again. It was absolute torture when he finally woke up and didn't recognize me. I miss him so much and wonder constantly if I made the right decision to send him away. It's probably for the best; he finally gets to live the normal life he always wanted.
At least, I still have Joshua for comfort. He is a gentle big brother who offers advice and comfort in my darkest hours. Joshua is truly untouched and unadulterated by the evils of this world. He is probably one of few who actually understand me. However, I feel like I'm losing him too. With his recent brush with love and tragedy, Joshua decided to leave me and my protection. I finally realize that he can take care of himself and all that he needs is a friend for support and comfort. I will always be there for Joshua, whenever he needs a friend or a shoulder to lean on or someone to talk to.
And then, there's Alec. The man who has Ben's face. The face of my long lost brother; whom I killed. It must be karma or fate or whatever you call it. It pains me so much just to look at Alec, hear him talk or laugh or even breathe. He reminds me of Ben so much; of course he would, they are twins. I didn't want to kill Ben! He begged me to and Manticore was closing in. I had no choice, I had to do it. But, I'll never forget the way Ben looked at me before he died. The look in his eyes, his last words, and his last breath will haunt me forever in my dreams. Alec is a big fat jerk, who doesn't know the meaning of friendship, loyalty or love. Basically, everything that makes us humans and not monsters. Alec is pure Manticore, through and through. Ahh, Normal's pretty golden boy, who just happens to be a transgenic. How ironic. I would give a million dollars just to see his face when he finds out what his golden boy really is. Alec is such a pain, always sticking his nose into my business or messing up something important, like the virus cure. I still blame him, even though he paid Logan back. He is such a screw up! Ok, ok. Maybe not all the time. He is interesting to have around, you know, someone who I can talk to (sometimes!) and I guess I can trust him, but on second thought I don't think so!
Maybe I'll get my wish soon; you know the one about exposure. With White chasing me and mine; I don't know how long it will be until we are all exposed, dragged into some lab to be either reinstated as cold-blooded killing machines or dissected to see just how Manticore made such freaks. Or we could be lynched publicly just to quell the frightened masses who yearn for both our blood to be split and our demise.
Curse this infernal endlessness of eternal consciousness! Just once I would like to sleep out of want instead of need! I want to forget my troubles for once! Forget Zack's last moments, Ben's dying words and Tinga's cold body!
I want to forget I want to dream I want to be normal I want to live I want to love I want to be free
Max paced furiously in her small and cramped apartment in the early cold morning. Her endless stream of thought tormenting her nightly; allowing her no refuge within the sweet realm of dreams and their wonderful antidote of obliviousness. Her gift became a heavy curse. Her heart rate sped up as she thought more disturbing and dark notions. Maybe she should leave town before any major incident occurs and before anyone gets hurt. Maybe. Zack always told her that staying in Settle was a big risk, but she was too stubborn to listen. Besides, starting all over again was really hard and she just didn't have the time or the want to do so. The corner of her eye fixed on the rising sun and her breath caught as she noticed the sky's beauty. Inhaling deeply, she calmed down as her heartbeat slowed and she began to prepare to endure another grueling day in this city of hers. Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed. They could always take a turn for the better at that next bend in the road. Who knows?
A/N- So, was it bad because that ending was a little out of sync and just seems kind of weird. And that little poem or litany, although it's not quite qualified to be called such, just seems kind of out of place. But those just popped up and if you don't like it, please tell me! Btw, I killed the "Signed members only"! I didn't even know about that until someone told me to turn it off! Thank you! And keep up the criticism! I would like to make the story more appealing and in the process hopefully get a better sense of style of creative writing! And I almost forgot to mention that the beginning chapters are a catalysis (Or background) for the rest of the story! Just thought you would like to know! And should I do a Logan POV? I kind of like the idea!