Been awhile :D School sucks :P Anyway enjoy :D
Violet Yami 3
The bullet tore through the boy's brain, splattering brains and blood on the carpet. I drop the gun from my shaking hands and fall to my knees. I have just killed someone.
It hadn't been my fault! I was angry, he provoked me, my hand slipped, I didn't mean it, I was afraid, it was self-defense, I-I…
A million excuses fly through my mind as I grow pale kneeling in a pool of blood. I can't stop shaking, and I almost feel numb to the world.
What have I done?
The albino's hair was slowly being stained by his blood; never again will he speak or move. I feel tears dripping down my face. It's as if nothing feels real anymore. I wave of nausea washes over me and I lean over and puke my guts onto the floor.
This can't be happening.
I sit there hacking on upchuck and my breath becomes quick and short. My fingers and toes numb and the world seems to spin. My head falls to the ground as it feels incredibly heavy. My fingers twitch and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I briefly look into the pale boy's pink eyes; he looks incredibly human, so defenseless. My breath quickens more and suddenly I find myself lost in the darkness of my mind.
What have I done?
Again I awake in a hospital to the sound of voices speaking above me. Differently however I recognize them, one being my mother, another being my father's and finally an unknown one. I guess it's the doctor's.
"What happened?" I mumble pushing myself up. My body is sore and I have a terrible headache, but other than that I feel perfectly fine.
I look beside me and see my mother and father, my father holding my mother with looks of distress on their face. They are both bandaged and my father has a cast on his arm. They look bruised and tired. I remember what had happened and my face pales.
"I killed someone, "I whisper.
My mother grips my hand, "It was self-defense, you had to dear."
"He was going to kill us, you had no choice," my father grips my shoulder.
They tell me these things but I squeeze my eyes shut and I can see the scene still behind my eyelids. I know I didn't need to kill him. I could have knocked him out, or shot his arms. I had wanted to kill him. My anger had been so strong; it was almost as if someone else had pulled the trigger in her furry. But… it had to be done, they were monsters. Those Mutants had been my age and they were all willing to kill me. I mean how many human's my age went around robbing and killing people. I look down at my hands, maybe I had been wrong. Maybe they needed to be controlled. I looked at the other visitor, this was not another doctor.
It was a teenager; I had no idea why I had thought it was a doctor's voice. He looked so familiar, his pale skin, dark ruffled, messy hair. His eyes were like two pools of ink and he was tall, almost as tall as my father's six feet and 2 inches. A smirk came to his lips as he watched as a look of surprise and recognition came to my face. I had met this guy once before, only had been 20 years older.
"You…" I don't finish my sentence as the man brings a finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet.
"Dear, this boy… this boy knows everything about you. You have to go with him," my mother tells me, her voice trembling.
I'm shocked to see my father with a solemn look on his face, tears already forming but my father refused to cry. "He's promised to keep you safe," he mutters pulling my mother from me.
"Good bye my love," my mom bawls as the two walk out the door.
I shout after them, "What are you talking about? What is going on?" I cry. My face turns angry as I face the boy, "Who are you? And what do you want mutant?" My anger for mutants flaring, my hatred runs strong because of the mutant who tried to kill me and my family. My guilt disappears.
"So you know," his voice silky smooth, the same as his future's voice though less gruff. He looks at me thoughtfully with his intelligent eyes.
"Of course, know one disappears out of thin air and then comes and visits me years younger. Except maybe a fucking mutant."
A look of sadness flashes across his face, similar to the one of his future self, "I see, your anger for mutants still runs deep."
"And I'm supposed to love mutants after almost being killed?" I say angrily and then pause, "What you mean still?"
He ignores my question and the sadness is replaced with anger, "I don't see why I should help you. I'm only doing this because my future self visited me. I thought you were kind, I remember you being kind. But now I only see hatred and contempt. He told me to help you, that you were a good person." He pauses and glares at me, "He and obviously thought wrong. You're nothing but the same as any other human. You can't see past your own "perfect" genes."
"Bastard, you don't know me. You're the ones who think you have every right to do anything you want because you can. Why do you keep acting like you know me? I've only met your future self once, never you!" I yell. I know deep down that I shouldn't hold someone else's wrongs against him. But my anger needs to be let out and I lose to my emotions. "Why do my parents think I'm going somewhere?"
The boy sighs, "I'm supposed to tell you where your brother is."
"Again with brothers, that's what you're future self told me. Before he k-ki…kissed me," I say weakly having trouble saying the word.
I see the boy's eyes flash, "He never told me that," he mutters.
I go on, "Why would he do that? Also why did he call me Zero?"
"My future self doesn't like to tell me much in case he changes the future," he tells me throwing an envelope at my feet. "You are to go to this address, save your brother and than come back to your parents. Afterwards I'll contact you again and we'll determine what to do next." Before I have time to argue I don't have a brother he holds up his hand, "You will remember when the time is right. Just do it and all your mysterious will be answered."
He closes his eyes like his other self, "And remember that the future is not set in stone," he tells me, obviously pointing out the kiss. With that he walks through the door.
I jump after him instantly pulling open the door to a normal hallway, and I can't see the boy in either direction. He had disappeared again.
I take a nap hoping this whole ordeal is another one of my strange dreams, but soon find myself in another nightmare.
I'm in a glass room and all alone. A scream runs through the small room and the glass shatters, and soon it's raining this crystal glass. The pieces fall and I feel pain as they slice open my skin. Then I feel drip from millions of wounds on my body. The two intermix as the raining glass stops. I look up and I see a boy standing in front of me. "Nicholas," the name comes off my lips in a whisper. He looks at me sadly. He pulls off the scarf and reveals slits on his throat. I barely notice them as he ties the scarf around my leg. Then gallons of water pour from the sky and I feel my self drowning. But I'm unable to die as I find myself sitting in a familiar white room.
"So you finally realize your potential," I hear my voice tell me.
I look up questionably, I hadn't spoken.
My golden eyed self steps out of thin hair smiling at me, "I guess not. But you are starting to join your unconscious self."
"What?" I ask, confused, isn't this a dream?
"Yes, this is a dream," it becomes apparent that she can read my mind. "But every human mind has two states, unconscious and conscious. Usually people cannot reach their unconscious side. Occasionally people will feel it via dreams. But only few realize your mind is a gate to everything that ever happened to you," she pauses, "Or sometimes more."
I ignore the last part, "So you know everything about me?"
She shakes her head, "No, you do." This confuses me more and the other me shrugs. "Don't you realize what you are? What your part is in this game called destiny?"
I shake my head and she sighs, "Go wake yourself up. Find your brother. And become everything you are. You are me and I am you. But in the end only one of us should be alive. It's up to you and me to decide who has the right to live," she winks, her golden eyes shining, "The human or the mutant."
With that and a rush I wake up.