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I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
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Jesse Speaks

For as long as I could remember, I had been different. And from this came my endless struggle to fit in, be normal. But whatever this was, it was rushing through my veins. I could not escape it; it was a part of me.

Even if I could get rid of it now, give up everything that made me different I don't think I could. These powers, abilities had helped me on more than one occasion, they had become an everyday habit just like the normal breathing, cup of coffee, biting nails or going for an evening jog.

Rather than jogging, I would spend hours practicing his aim with a gun or even perfecting the aim of my blast energy.
Oh yeah, I could do that.

I could control the weather; make it cold or hot or rain or fog. People could become like puppets if I wished, nothing more than bones of wood and muscles of string. I still couldn't understand how I could do it, but after a lot of practice on inorganic materials I had managed to move onto the bigger fish. The only way I could understand it was that it was the air; I could control the weather couldn't I, which was made up of air and there was always air within a body. I still couldn't understand how everything I could do worked, but as long as I could control them I didn't truly feel uncomfortable with them.
Just not normal.

At school I was labeled the loner, the weird one. Nerd, jerk, loser.
Each school I went to, it was the same thing. A few I managed to get into a group but only on my looks. I never understood what the big deal was about being tall with blue eyes, sandy hair and a toned body. Sure I wasn't unhealthy or hideous to look at, but nobody was. So of course after a term or so I was back to sitting at the back of the class, under the tree by himself for lunch and the library for study.
I honestly couldn't care less, alone was better.

Which was why I was nervous about this new team.
We were all so broken, held together only by old duct tape and the hope of something that would never be within our reach; I'm sure we don't even know what it is that will help us feel better about ourselves. I know I don't know what mine is. Acceptance is something I longed for, but not what I needed, I would struggle for the rest of my life more than likely before I ever found it, if I ever did.

Pearl sat her head in my lap as I stared out over the overgrown backyard, having worn her out with fetch. The sun was still high in the sky as I sighed, my mind whirling with thoughts and ideas; different things for me to try and where my life was going to take me now in the next few weeks.
I admit, I was terrified. I hadn't felt like this since I raced into hell and saved Adam. Why would I do that? Because I needed help; I needed him and he needed me. It wasn't easy as I stood in that graveyard, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch his soul from the talons of Lucifer and Michael, even harder when I had to put that tormented thing back into a revived body. It wasn't easy, and for weeks while Adam wept and raged, I slept and recuperated, grateful that both the warrior and fallen angel remained in their cage.
It hadn't taken us long to become friends, myself going out hunting and gathering information while Adam studied every piece that came before him, trying to locate those he thought were enough for this task; the task of Zeno.

Claire sat beside me, not looking at me as she stared out at nothing like myself. I rolled my shoulders and looked at her; her pale skin marked slightly with angry red cheeks.
'I'm sorry about Ben.'
'You shouldn't be.'
We chuckled slightly, myself wondering why she was apologizing on his behalf.
'Is it an Australian accent?'
I laughed just that bit harder, wondering when that question was going to come up; I was just grateful that it was Claire asking and not Ben.

I could hear him speaking with Adam, and though the words were muffled, I knew it would be about his father.
'Yes, it is. I have lived over there for… a long time.'
Claire nodded, gold hair spilling around her neck and I fought the urge to reach out and push it aside. I had never felt like this around anyone, whatever it was… I wasn't enjoying it. I was nervous to speak, I couldn't stop staring at her, thinking about her. I wanted to be in her presence but yet when I was, I was like a dog waiting for an order; too frightened to move or speak. Christ, I had only just met her!

Pearl swapped me for Claire, rolling onto her back for a tummy scratch, which Claire happily gave.
'So what brought you to America? I hear that Australia is nice.'
'So different to here,' I smiled, tugging the end of the toy Pearl thrust at me, 'A lot more beauty to see.' I tore my eyes away from Claire and played with Pearl as she fiercely shook at the other end. 'But I was born here, in America. I left when I was a kid.'
'Why did you leave?'
I took a moment to sigh as Pearl released the toy, barking for me to continue. Instead I tossed it onto the lawn that was more of a forest and clasped my hands.

'I thought you would have known by now.'
I watched her with a careful eye as she crossed her arms gently over her knees, not turning to look at me.
'I was a kid when I found out I had these, abilities. My mum and dad… I loved them but I was adopted. My real parents were far less loving. Anyway I had a choice, to either remain here at home or put everyone at risk or to flee.'
I could remember clearly when the two men, Sam and Dean came and told me, opened my eyes to what was really going on. The angel scared me and something clicked in my mind right there and then.

That was Claires father.
Perhaps not the angel who tried to kill me but the body, it was Claires father. Her eyes turned slowly to mine and I could remember the hatred in her eyes when Castiel was mentioned, and slowly I could feel my anger towards him grow until it was a burning bubble in my chest.

'Why, you were just a kid? What could have been that bad you had to flee the country?'
I hesitated in my answer; did she forget already?
Never had I actually had to tell anyone straight up what I am, it made my blood cold and mind race. If I did admit to it, did tell her what I am and how I came to be about, would she condemn me like all the others?

I opened my mouth, wanting desperately to lie, but the intelligent sparkle in her eyes made me stop. She knew exactly who was who, she knew who she was in the group and Ben. It only left me.
'I'm a Cambion.'
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for me to explain.
'Sorry, I'm rusty when it comes to cambions…'

I swallowed hard, tossing the toy again for Pearl and tightening the jacket around my chest.
'It is the result of a demon and a human joining.'
Instantly the disgust was on Claires face and I could feel my insecurities creep slowly back again.
'What, as in, with a…' I nodded at her hand movements and when she finished, staring at me, she dropped her bottom lip and nodded, a silly grin on her face as she took it in.
'Never knew the bastards could do something like that.'
'I wish they hadn't'
'Don't say that.' Claire replied quickly, a hand on my shoulder. 'You're here because of it and the way Adam keeps rambling, it must be for a reason.'

I smiled my thanks, grateful that she hadn't turned and left with Ben, antipathy towards me because of who I am.
'Can I ask then, it doesn't make you human, are you a-'
'Not a demon, a cambion.'
She took her hand back and I sat up straighter, wanting to tell her, show her the best sides about being the offspring of a demon.
'I'm more powerful than any demon or angel. What I am is human but… along the lines of the anti-Christ.'

Claire laughed.
I cringed at the sound and stood up, not angry but waiting to see if I should run and hide in a different country again.
'The anti-Christ? You seem to be the kind of guy that would rather hurt yourself than anything else. I'm sorry, I don't believe you.'
She was the first person to have reacted in such a way. Then again, I hadn't ever really told anyone straight out like that before. I frowned down at her, not sure if I should be insulted or grateful for the reply.

'Why is it so hard to believe? Forgive me but you the first person to not run away at a hundred miles an hour or pull out your gun.'
'I don't know it's just, the anti-Christ? Something more powerful than demons and angels?'
'It is true!' I growled, feeling strange having to fight to get someone to believe me when all my life I would have given anything to hear everyone sound like Claire.
'Prove it.' She whispered.

Gathering whatever courage I had in me to actually prove it to her, I grinned at the challenge and took a step back. Pearl thought I was ready to play and I picked up her toy, throwing it as hard as I could. The toy flew over the back fence and beyond, further than even a bullet being shot. Claire raised an eyebrow and Pearl made a sad groan, but to help emphasize my power I ran. I ran as fast as my legs would allow me; leaping over the fence and racing to catch the toy even before it hit the ground and ran back.
I slammed on the breaks and dropped the toy for Pearl, looking straight to Claire who was standing up, watching my every movement.
'Okay, so you're the incredible flash…'

I laughed as I took my jacket off, knowing I would have to do more to prove it to someone like Claire. She remained still, watching me and trying to find the humor but just like everyone else I could see the concern in her eyes. I wasn't human, I had no idea what part of me was human other than my anatomy. Concentrating, I moved my hands slightly and could feel the air twist and bend to follow my fingertips.

I could feel it tingle up my arm, spread through my body as I formed clouds to cover the sun. Opening my eyes I saw the surprise on Claires face as she held her hair back as the wind picked up. Before it got too bad though I sent it away, thrusting my arms to the side and the clouds followed. I continued my sort of dance by lifting my arms; objects around the yard lifting into the air like strings were pulling them up. Claire took a step back but I didn't want her to go, she needed to believe.

Dropping the other items, I twisted my wrist and Claire was turned back around to face me, myself moving in close enough to smell the conditioner on her hair.
'Believe me now?'
She was silent for a while before she looked up at me. I was so afraid she would slap me, hit me or scream or anything, but instead she smiled.
'Is that it?'

'Think of where you would rather be, right now.'
'What?'
I smiled and took her hand in mine, feeling my power build around the two of us. Goosebumps broke out on Claires pale skin and I smirked.
'Close your eyes and think of your most favorite place in the world.'
Doing as I asked, Claires bright eyes closed and I did also. It isn't quite reading minds, at least I hope that it isn't but I reached out and saw where it was she wanted to go.
'Hold your breath.'

And within a second I opened my eyes to green.
The lush forest surrounded us and I could see no end of the trees. It was quiet, but not void of noises and I stepped back from Claire, who opened her eyes.
'Oh my god…'

I grinned slightly as Claire spun around, a smile beaming from her face.
'How did you do that? Is this some sort of trick?'
Shaking my head, I remained where I was as Claire slowly calmed down, pausing a good few feet in front of me as she looked at me. Nervously I tugged at my black shirt, not wanting her to suddenly rage or be appalled.
'Amazing.'

Claire was amazing.
The way she just smiled at me, lost for words left me unable to speak. I just stood there, the damp soil beneath my shoes and green foliage forming a canopy over our heads, not knowing what to do or say. What could I?
'How do you do that?' She asked and I shrugged my shoulders, stepping back and enjoying the sweet smell of nature.
'I don't know. I just, it's just like deciding to stand up and go somewhere, minus the actual standing up and going there… I have no idea.'
We both laughed and after a few minutes, Claire was close to me again, within an arm's reach and I could feel my confidence grow.

'I thought you would have had more, ominous abilities because of, well, you know.'
Ominous I mouthed with a large grin.
'That isn't all I can do, some are far worse, Claire.'
Her smile slowly dropped and I stepped forward, holding her arm gently as I blinked us back to the house. Disorientated Claire stumbled slightly but I caught her, walking her inside to sit at the kitchen table.

Adam was watching us, and a smirk of his own grew on his lips but Bens face remained as hard as stone. Leaving the room, Adam turned with his whiskey and Pearl followed with a wagging tail. Claire coughed and I placed a glass of water in front of her as she looked up at me.
There, I knew that there would have to be some form of horror.
My mother or father, possibly both was a demon, what good could I do?

Giving her a weak smile, I returned to my seat outside, clasping my hands in thought as Ben took a seat next to her.
It was obvious how Ben felt for Claire, when I was helping him break down the wall to his past, I could feel the fear he had about losing the present. I just hope I wouldn't be as transparent; that isn't what this team needed.
Casually I relaxed against the back wall, staring out over the yard and listening to the distant sound of the highway, but that wasn't only what I heard.
'He has powers, Ben. That's what we were doing, god you sound like my mother.'

I laughed quietly, wondering why Ben was so concerned for her absence for a little less than ten minutes, but the conversation continued to make me feel uneasy.
'So a demon got it on with a human and Jesse is the result? What part of him is human then?'
Claire tried to explain but she wouldn't know what to say to win; they were right.
'He can't be trusted, Claire; the son of a demon? Who knows what he can do.'
Claire was getting frustrated at Ben, I could feel the tension in the air and I held a hand over my mouth, mainly to stop myself from speaking.

'Well if we're going to go up against this Zeno guy, it sounds like we could use all the help we can get.' Claire growled, and that was that.

I lowered my head as I sighed, closing my eyes and wishing myself to the white sand of the beach. The oceans roar calmed the storm in my own mind and I remained still even as the cold air wiped around me.
Sometimes I wish I never had these powers, I wish I was normal but if I was going to die in the next few weeks or months, I wanted at least one person to know that I wasn't a demon, I was good.

..
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

Sorry that it didn't go in depth about his past and what he has been up to, but th story hasnt finished yet. What lies just down the road for the new team of freedom fighters?

Silver-Kirin
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