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Hidden History

Coral's POV
I gulped. Ok. Lets, uh, do this.
"I was an experement like you, subject twenty-three. I was there untill you left. There were rumors of the flock. The other experiments said you guys escaped. Jeb was gone too, but when the exitement died down, all of us began to see the glass half empty again. we thought you died. Soon after, Cork and Zhone helped me bust out. We did ok, untill there was this fight. We were outnumbered. So many erasers. Whenever we wore some out, more would come. We got separated. I hoped they were okay, but my main concern was surviving. It was hard. There were always people after me. I always got beaten, or shot, or strangled, and I always came out of those situations wondering when the next one was coming, and whether or not I would survive. But I always did. And honestly, laying bleeding in an allyway, or sobbing quietly to myself all night, I would have preferred death. It would have come as a blessing. I know what you're thinking, it's better than the school. It's not. At the school, you don't starve to death. You don't go to bed every night wondering whether or not you'll be in the same place when you wake. You sleep in the same place every night. You eat stale bread and water, not rotting fruit and road kill cooked over a weak flame. I can't tell you how sick that makes you, but its better than starving. I was weak. Helpless. But then one day, when a man in a black mask was beating me, I just became so furious, thinking about the people at the school... All the innocent children... I just lost it. Remember that thing I did to Max? Well this was worse. I don't know how, but I somehow killed him. All I remember was blood, and the terrified look... Oh... The power... It just...it..." I started sobbing, unable to continue.
"Coral, you don't have to keep going. It's ok." Cork murmured, rubbing my back, and the little sparks in his silvery hair were comforting somehow.
"Yes. She does. I need to know everything." Max snarled, with no sympathy at all.
Angel... I know your not feeling good, but can you help me out here?
Yes. It's ok Coral. I can do it for you.
Angel began broadcasting my memories to the others.
The power just took over. I couldn't control myself. The next year was nothing but fuzzy images. Blood blood blood blood. So much of it. Terrified faces. Innocent faces. Anyone I could find. I loved the power. No shame. No guilt. Just the madness of complete control. I was wanted, the police were after me, but they never caught me. If they did... They never came back.
I practically fed off their helplessness. Off their pleas for mercy. I loved it when they told me they had families, or people who depended on them. Then one day, I took it too far. I went strait for another mutant. I don't know his genetic mix. He had heavy duty claws, giant fangs, and the same fear I loved in his eyes. I almost had him. He struggled, and he won. His claws raked my stomach and chest. The pain alone was almost enough to kill me. I fought. I think I may have injured him enough to kill him in the end, but I really don't know. I was dizzy from severe blood loss and nauseated from pain. Then I blacked out. I lay there for a long time, but much to my dismay, I came to eventually. I don't remember anything but pain, but I didn't even have the strength to do anything but moan and clutch my bleeding wounds. I knew my time was coming. My breath was shallow, and my heartbeat was slowing. I thought, 'finally. I'm dying.' I wanted death. Desperately. And you know what?
I got my wish.
I died.
"Stop!" Angel cried, tears streaking her face. "Can you tell the rest? I can't anymore."
I nodded, but I was crying so hard, nothing but gasping sobs and shudders escaped my lips. I hated this. I hated this story, but letting it all out felt so good. It felt so wonderful and sad to finally just cry my eyes out, with Zhone on one side and Cork on the other.
"I'll tell the rest. Kay?" Zhone whispered, and I managed to nod. "We... We found Coral's... Coral's body, and we were both so... So upset. She... Cork and Coral were my only friends in the whole world, and one of them was gone..."
Now Zhone had silent tears staining his familiar cheeks.
"We... We panicked... We thought there was nothing we could do. And we still don't know what exactly it was we did. There was a lot of screaming and zapping, but then all of a sudden her eyes twitched, and slight rise and fall of her chest returned. She was ill, weak, and confused, but we didnt care. We were happy anyway. She slowly regained her strength, and after about a month, she told us what had happened. From us being split up, to when she... D-died." He choked a bit, but kept going. "Afterwards, she looked so ashamed it took my breath away. We tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't control herself, but she still looked the same way. We didnt expect her to run away that night. We were so scared of what would happen. That she might get hurt. This was about a year and a half ago. Now she's back."
Both he and Cork smiled at me. I didnt smile back, but I lay my head in Cork's lap and fell asleep.
No dreams.
No nightmares.
Just peaceful sleep.
I loved it.

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