Hi everyone! Sorry it's been a long time since I've updated... thank you for all the reviews in chapter 12:

aven91

StrawberryM&M

Sonar

DISCALIMER: How many times need I say it? I own nothing but Emmaline, the idea, any poetry- nothing else! I DO NOT own X-Men: Evolution!

Chapter 13

Gasping, I woke. For the first time in my life, the only thoughts in my head were my own. I felt... so weak yet so powerful. I was... human feeling. Like how most people think and feel everyday.

No... I had had it... and realization hit me like a slap in the face.

Ray had Someone.

He was as good as dead, and I knew it. I had been him before- twice. He wasn't made for this. The tears stung, as they ran silver ribbons down my cheeks. In my stomach, there was this horrible pit, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was MY sorrow... MY sadness...

I was just me; no one else. I had my mind to myself- I could wander the world by myself.

Once that had seemed so... tantalizing. Now, the idea of such silence seemed so solitary.

And- there was a pang of something cold and icy...

Guilt. I had felt it so many times before, but never as my own.

Ray wasn't alone anymore. He had all of them. He had my mutation.

But he had more than that-

He had... my other thing. The thing that had puzzled all of them.

He had my mother's curse and her gift. The thing that somehow, I must have inherited. My mom... could see the dead. Speak to them. She fought them and saved them. But... it had somehow become dormant when she had me. And... I had inherited the curse.

Ray had three mutations to deal with now... and the burden of the entire world.

If he though it was hard when he had one mutation and a messed-up family-wait until he woke. If he ever did; part of me doubted that he was even alive. I could no longer feel earth's life and death. Ray could have done so many things-

he had no control.

Well, we all had our lives.

Close your eyes.

'Cause it's over.

No need to sigh-

dear old lover.

This ain't no lie.

We're all through and done.

And the fault; it's all mine.

Say good-bye, my sun.

This was... the worst mistake in the history of the planet- and that is saying something.

I wished I could help, but I'm useless for anything but a pawn for others, apparently. I guessed good always died, and we never could prevail.

Because I was made to destroy the planet.

And it would have happened eventually, but I wanted to push it away, procrastinate the end. At least this way, the entire solar system couldn't;t be destroyed- just earth.

And it was all my fault.

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-flying feather scribbles