Rebekah
I look away.
"I won't kill. Not unless I have to. I don't think I have to right to decide who lives and dies."
"You told me you've hunted. What makes the animals you kill different from people?"
I glare at him.
"I can't believe you're even saying this! For pity's sake, there's every difference! The hunting is done in animal form! I don't cheat! I don't use my intelligence to hunt! And when I hunt, I appease the kill instinct! I hunt so I don't hunt people!"
I look down.
"I know I'm not a 'good guy' as you put it. I'm just a scared kid who wants to go home but daren't. I want to go home... I just want my boring life and my funny, odd family and...I just want to go home."
I get up. Isaac calls out.
"Where are you going?"
I shrug.
"I...I just want some time alone. Look... Just... Don't come after me, okay?"
I walk off a little then quickly strip and shift into cat form. Light on my feet, climbing up and walking along, until I reach a wall on which I can sit and stare up at the stars.
And while it's not perfect, it's closer than I feel I deserve.
Isaac
As soon as Rebekah said not to follow her, my natural instinct was to ignore her wishes but she didn't seem to be going anywhere and she wouldn't appreciate me following her anyway. Why did the thought of hunting humans bother her? If they were guilty they had less rights than the animals Bekah hunted.
Well, I couldn't stay in this universe any longer. I had to go home. A.S.A.P. I went to see Dr. McCoy. When I finally got him to speak in a language we both understood, It became clear that since the destruction of the machine there was nothing stopping us from returning home. From what I deduced, I only had to return to the place where I had entered and I could get back. Hank warned me that if we didn't get to those places in the next forty-eight hours there was a possibility that the gaps would repair and we would be trapped here. I couldn't let that happen, even if I had to drag Bekah there myself. Control or no control.
I started to run. I found it to be very therapeutic. Before I knew it, I was in London. My birthplace, and the place I would probably die. New York was great but home was where the heart was. I enjoyed walking through the busy streets at least pretending I was normal. I guess that was something Rebekah couldn't enjoy properly. I was grateful I could visit any country in the world now. I was fast enough. It was easy to feel at peace among the people here but they were all mutant haters just like the rest of the world. But unlike Bekah, if I was discovered here, there would be no running. Only death and pain for the whoever moved against me.
As I was gently strolling, I noticed quite a few people were gathering around shop windows. I joined them and watched the television screens. On the screens, I could see a courthouse and the words on the bottom screen read, MURDER.
"What happened?" I asked an elderly man.
"How haven't you heard about this?"
"I've been out of London for a while."
"Well, you must have only just got off the boat cause this has been national news for the last week. This man kidnapped and murdered a little girl but he's got some hotshot lawyer and the witness, a twelve year old girl has gone missing. It's a bleeding crime that's what it is but no one can do anything about it- hey, where are you going kid?"
It would be a crime not to do something about it. The Central Criminal Court wasn't too far away. I knew the way.
On my way, I I phased through the back wall of a shop. After phasing my fist through the security camera, I stole a balaclava. I pulled it over my head and started to run. I would show the whole world how we mutants hunt.
A.N. Oops. Turned out we had another chapter before this one, which may explain why it may or may not have made sense. Please go back and read it first, as it explains a lot more about this chapter.