Rebekah
We sit in silence. And then, after about ten minutes, he speaks.
"Why did you tell the professor?"
I look at him.
"I had to."
"Why?"
"Because... Isaac, what if we suddenly go home and I'm still...this? What if I go home and I suddenly lose control again? You think I could live with myself if I hurt anyone? Isaac, I have a little brother. How do you think I'd feel if I hurt him? I have to get this under control. Look at Sabretooth. He hurts people because it's his nature. Look at Logan. He's the same but he fights it. I have the ability to kill people with one strike, Isaac. I can't live with that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not that person. For pity's sake, I'm a teenager! I read a lot, I like science, I'm sarcastic! I'm not a fighter! And I'm certainly not a killer. But last night, I almost was. I don't want this anymore. I just want to go home, be weird in my boringly normal way and forget all this ever happened."
I look down at my hands. The purple nail polish Kitty attacked me with has started chipping.
"Look at me, Isaac. I'm a pacifist trapped in a predator."
"No. You're perfect like you are."
"You don't have to go out with an image inducer on all the time."
"You shouldn't have to hide what you are."
"You sound like Magneto."
"And? There's a problem with that?"
"I admit I shouldn't have to hide what I am, but at the same time, I can't flaunt what I can do. How are people going to react if I start leaping twelve feet into the air or walking along the tops of fences, just because I can? If I start running as fast as a cheetah or lifting things substantially heavier than I should be able to, then I'm intimidating them. I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because... Can't you see!? This isn't all black and white. This is all shades of grey!"
"Some things are black and white."
"No. Nothing can be seen in black and white."
"That's black and white."
I glare at him.
"You get my meaning. Barely anything can be dealt with in black and white."
"What about murder?"
"What about it?"
"Is killing in cold blood in shades of grey?"
"It's somewhere in the darker side of the spectrum. I can't believe we're talking about this!"
"About what?"
"Whether I'm well or not. How can you-"
"Well? That makes it sound like you're sick. Mutation isn't a sickness-"
"Yes, but schizophrenia is."
He stops.
"What?"
"I can hear them. All the time. These little voices in the back of my mind. I don't think it's proper schizophrenia. That would be auditory hallucinations and I'm not aware of hearing the voices. They're just...there in my head. And they tell me what I could do. Right now there's a little voice shouting out exactly how I could gut you. There's another telling me to bite your throat and pin you down until you suffocate. And there's one telling me to play with you like a cat plays with a mouse. So look me in the eye and tell me I'm totally sane."
He can't meet my eyes.
Isaac
I finally looked up and stared Rebekah straight in the eye.
"You think you're the only one Bekah?" I growled. The staring and the sudden gruffness in my voice seems to awaken her feral instincts and she growled back even louder. I could feel the vibration through the floor. Her fur started to expand slowly.
"I want to kill almost all the time. I see injustice, a scent in the wind that reminds me of The Brotherhood, and it drives me to kill. None of us are sane! When are you going to realize that? Call it a freak accident but we're here now and none us is ever going to be normal ever again. The difference between us Rebekah is when my mind says kill, I go and kill. I switch all that ferocity onto the bad guys while you try to be the good guy and keep everyone alive. When people make the choice to be a villain they sign off their rights to live as far as I'm concerned. And you don't think I'm worried about my family? I have five siblings! You don't think I'm scared I could have a nightmare and blast a hole through their heads or crush them by accident? You and I are not as different as you think. Maybe that's the reason we ended up in this god forsaken universe. If you don't find an outlet soon
someone's going to die."
"I can't kill. I won't," Bekah said breathing hard. She was really fighting it.
"I can defend myself against you if you go psycho but I'm probably the only one I dare say. You're going to seriously hurt someone."
"I need help. And the sooner you admit that to yourself the better you'll be as well."
"Maybe," I said coldly. "Don't worry Rebekah. If you ever freak out again, and you will, just give me a call and I'll do whatever's necessary."
"You're trying to be emotionless and cruel but I can see right through you Isaac. You're worried about me," Bekah said. I turned to look at her. The animal seemed to have settled down for now and she didn't look quite so enraged and fluffy. She was more herself and I could almost see the hint of a smile.
"Maybe I am. Is that so hard to believe? I just want what's best for you and this mutation of yours is going to destroy you. Like it or not, this is the world we live in and you can't be a pacifist and a mutant. Choose."
A.N. Apologies. Suma here. Sorry for the huge length of time between updates. I claim full responsibility for this. I've been very busy for the last few months and haven't been replying to Wolfsbane. Mutant Mansion is slowly coming to an end. Once again, I'm sorry, but with exams and other things, I've not had much free time.