The boy awoke from his reaccureing dream, he frist received that dream, 13 years ago while he was in the hospital. He knew he was diffrent than all the other children at his school, everyone was so diffrent from him, they all led semi-normal lives in a socity that valued diffrences, but they did value his diffrences. They didnt value diffrences of those who were too diffrent.
They didnt care about him, he knew that he was diffrent, he in fact he had proven it to his parents, once. He had eaten without moveing his hands, food flying through the air breifly, and into his mouth. Soon after that incident there was a knock on the door, the man standing at the door was dressed in white cloths, he had asked for the boy to take a walk with him tommrow.
The boy had gotten out of bed, and waited down stairs for a knock on the door, the man was there again deressed in white robes, they left the house for the park to walk and talk.
They had been walking around the park, the man seemed to have been asking the boy questions, they boy answerd truthfully, he somehow knew the answer to the last question before it was asked. "Young boy, listen to me..." The man told him.
"I have been listing, I always have been, always will be. Its part of who I am." The boy responded to the man and walked off, he felt a cold, yet warm hand on his back, telling him to stay and listen. He turned around and looked to where the man was standin before he turned his back. All he found was the white robes and a letter. The boy head a voice saying something along the lines of: "There is a lesson to be learned from all of this."
The boy had walked back to his house, where he showed his father and his mother the robes and all about the man who had come to the door and asked to talk to him. They didnt seem to remember anyone who was at the door, all they remember is that he said that he was going to go take a walk. The boy knew he hadnt said that he was going to take a walk, then he finaly rememberd that he had reveived a letter, he opend it and read "Dear, Mr. and Mrs. Schroeder, We all have reason to beleive that your son is a Meta-Human, Please keep this infomation confidential untill we can confrim this fact." He read alloud to his parents who looked on in disbeleif. "We currently beleive that he is of Class 5+ Physicic Abilitys, meaning that he can potentialy do anything that he can think of, also that his capicaty is still growing at a rate up a year." His parents were shocked and in awe. The boy started to cry, all he wanted was to be normal, now this...most normal children would kill to be Meta-Humans, but Meta-Humans would kill to be normal. He walked around outside, holding the robes, and the letter, wich was now pocketed. He walked behind his house, he slipped the robes on, pulled up the hood and walked down the street. A local kid walked over to him and looked at him for a second and asked "What are you wearin them robes for? Join a Cult?" He laughed.
The boy looked at him, leaves began to rustle, the fall air began to grow cold and start to crackle, mist formed around his feet, a massive cloud formed over head, and lightning was heard over head. They boy looked at the other boy and sighed. "You really want to make me angry, right now?" He looked at the sky, the crackleing air, the lighting, the rustleing leaves. "Im sorry," He came to his senses "I didnt mean to scare you."
The other boy just walked away saying "There is a lesson to be learned from this."
Three Years Later...
"I know, I understand." The boy, who was now a teenager stood there in the rain looking at someone whose face was coverd up by the umbrella that she was carrying. "I dont care, that you never loved me at all. I know thats a damn lie, but you know what? I dont care."
She was shocked at this statement, she started to cry. "I dont care either." She slowly walked over to him, he only took a step back, when she took a step foreward. "What the hell?" She asked with tears in her eyes.
He felt horrible for makeing her cry, he knew that she deserved it, but he also still had feelings for her. After she began to cry more he walked over to her and hugged her. He was very cold, but she was somehow warm, even when it was 53 degrees outside. He stroked her hair, and calmly told her, "Its ok, now...Its ok, everything is ok now."
She put her head on his sholder and started crying less. She also still had feelings for him, but she also felt horrible for cheating on him, with his best-friend. "Im soo sorry, Marcus."
He just looked at her with a look of disgust in his eyes. "Hun, Im kinda not Marcus, he is dead to me. Your crying on the wrong guys sholder." He still didnt care that she forgot his name.
She was embrased at her mistake but she also didnt care. "Im sorry." She mutterd, to him.
((This has been in my head for...oh I dont know, a few years or so...So Please comment/critisise it. Thank you, constructive critsism is welcome too
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Paragon City, December 18th 2176, 3:33 AM...
"Im looking through a hole in the sky,
Im seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie,
Im getting closer to the end of the line,
Im living easy where the sun doesnt shine,
Im living in a room without any view,
Im living free because the rents never due,
The synonyms of all the things that Ive said,
Are just the riddles that are built in my head,
Ive seen the stars disappear in the sun,
The shootings easy if youve got the right gun,
And even though Im sitting waiting for mars,
I dont believe theres any future in cause,
Ive watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast,
Ive seen the western world go down in the east,
The food of love became the greed of our time,
But now Im living on the profits of pride."
A very old, feble, helpless, blind, deaf, and dying old man mutterd those words, while on his death bed, dressed in a blue hospital gown, he lie there stareing up at the ceeling, his heart beating slower every second, till finaly, no beat at all. Pity he couldnt have lived ten more years, but after all 160 years old isnt to uncommon to be when he died, as the life expencicay was 138, due to all the advances in medical technology; Nanobots, fake organs taken from flash-cloned carbon coppies of the receiver, pills that accereleated growth, operations that could give one meta like powers, and so on.
"Doctors, fellow patients, friends, reletives" One of the last human employes in a hospital looked up from the status monitor of Patient #121876, after pushing the alarm, and the red flashing intercom buton. "Patient #121876 is now legaly dead as of..." She paused to look down at her watch. "3:38 AM, on December 18th, 2176." There was slience, then it was broken by a crying baby, born a few minutes ago. "Well, this is akward, we just have the death of one of the most respected men in the who world, and a child is born." She spoke with an irronic, almost entertained tone in her cold emmotionless voice.
December 18th 2176 7:24AM...
"Mr and Mrs Schroeder, we are sad to report that there were..." The Doctor pasued to find the right words. "complecations while we were giveing him his vaccines, and medications."
"Just spit it out, Doc." Mr Schroeder spoke to the Doctor, who was now looking though a folder that he was carrieing, he seemed to have found something that he was looking for. He pulled the paper out, it was white with black writeing all over it.
"Its his testing results," The doctor spoke to Mr Schroeder. "He failed everything, he somehow rejected the medications, and the nano-robitic life monotoring device, that we put in everyone, its just..." He paused again to find the right word. "...bizzare."
Mr. Schroeder looked down at his wife, who was now crying. He spoke for the both of them. "Who cares if he fails your 'tests' that gives you NO right to hurt him, He IS life unlike your robots who do all the maual work." Mr. Schroeder had snapped on the Doctor. "I dont really care, wether or not anything passes or fails these tests, its still life." He protested.
"Mr. Schroeder, Your son, is..." He paused for the right word, looking out the oneway window at the bay. "Special. He is very special, he didnt cry one bit when he was born, neither when he was given shots." He put the file back in his folder, and walked out of the room.
"Well, what should we do?" She asked, from her hospital bed.
"What I just told him we were gonna do." He replyed. "You look like you need sleep, get some sleep. Goodnight."
'In the Misty Morning on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun a final sign. As The Misty Morning rolls away to die, reaching twards the Sky to blind the Stars.' The very old, feble, helpless, blind, deaf, and dying old man from the next room over, spirit spoke to the young helpess infant lieing down, sleeping. 'There is a hidden meaning in what I just told you, you will find it sometime. You are, me, I am you, and so on...You already know this. Dont make the same mistake I made.' With those words, the mans immange vanished from the infants mind.
When the man had vanished, the boys nightmares had yet to begin. The boy soon found him self walking alone, down an old beaten up country road in the middle of no where, it was dark outside, a storm was brewing. A streak of lighting ran though the sky, and came clashing down just a few feet from the boys head. He jumped, he had head beautiful, calm, and soothing music, then as the lightning struck near him he head horrible, angry, and depressing music. The boy looked around to see the source of the music, he found nothing. He looked down at his feet, he saw a cricket on his foot. "This is a valueable lesson to be learned, here." The cricket spoke and jumped off, instantly the cricket was hit with a powerfull bolt of lightning, vaporising the small insect with ease. The crickets voice ecchoed.
The boy kept walking, he came to a very steep hill. He walked over the hill, he knew it had to be early morning, as there was mist all around him, but there was no sun rising. Then the old mans voice ecchoed through his mind 'In the Misty Morning on the edge of time. We've lost the rising sun a final sign. As The Misty Morning rolls away to die, reaching twards the Sky to blind the Stars.' The old mans voice stopped echoeing in his mind. "Theres a lesson to be learned from this..." A star spoke in a deep, careing, and almost scarastic voice, to the boy.
((Ill write more tommrow.))