Might as Well...

Dead. Him. Of all people. Of all people in the world.
She ran into her room, the sound of feet muffled by the plush carpet. Her mind was blank, her ears ringing with the gravity of the impossible truth.
Dead. He's dead. He's dead, he's deadhe'sdead!
She collapsed onto the chair, its soft cloth comforting her in her sorrow. She drew up her legs and lay her head against her knees. The tears finally started to roll down her cheek, blurring her vision. Eventually she succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep, her body preparing itself for the dreary days ahead of her. She didn't notice the figure coming inside, the blanket wrapped tenderly around her, or the glint of something hidden in a pocket as someone brought up a chair to site beside her slumbering form.
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Eventually, she woke up, her blurry eyes stinging from salt-water tears. She looked in front of her, barely able to recognize the shadowy figure in front of her. It looked like the one she was mourning, but different.
"Kai?" she asked, the figure still blurry in her eyes.
"Yeah." he answered gruffly, his voice nearly a growl.
"Why're you here?" she asked, her voice almost childlike in tone. Again the thing shone as a ray of light hit it as Kai moved to open the blinds. Soon, the room was full of light, the previously purple room revealing that it was actually painted a brilliant crimson.
"Samantha," Kai said slowly, "I came to get you. Now can you please come with me?" he asked her. How her eyesight had cleared to the point where she could see his glass green eyes again, a stark contrast against his jet-black hair.
"I don't wanna." Samantha snapped, the emotions from the night before coming back to her in the form of anger, her copper eyes hardening. "Why do I have to go?"
"Everyone's waiting." Kai answered, his voice was clipped, a bit more forceful.
"Nu uh, since when did they come over? Since when did you come over anyways too?" She was on her feet now, about to walk over to him, but she didn't.
"I came over because you called me." Kai replied calmly, his face completely unreadable. "Don't you remember calling me over?"
"I never did!"
"Samantha." Kai spoke as he got up to his feet also. "You did call me over, so why don't we do something to get your mind off of this? Maybe watch a movie or go for a walk?" Kai's voice was almost hypnotizing, but Samantha would have none of it.
"How can you act like this!" she cried out. "Ari was your own brother, and he was murdered!" She started sobbing again, hot tears flowing down her cheeks.
To Be Continued?

I used to believe that you were born the way you are. That's what they taught us, anyways. Who was I to question this centuries-old philosophy that governed our whole society?
But I was wrong. I am the one to question them, to correct them of their wrongdoings! I am an evil, and this is my story.
The society in which I was born into was simple and sufficient. At birth, your brain was scanned to see if you would turn evil. If you tested positive, you would be disposed of. You lived if you tested negative. After that first test, one would take a test every year after that for the rest of their lives.

As I walked through the forest, I turned and saw Loneliness at my side. As I waked through the park, Loneliness shielded my from touching others, it prevented me from talking to them with evil intent. As I went back home, Loneliness was at my side again, making it so that I passed through the streets unnoticed. At the end of the day, Loneliness tucked me into bed, singing a sweet lullaby.
When I finally went to sleep, Loneliness struck, tearing my thoughts, chewing my emotions. It ate me up 'till I was naught but a shadow. The only possession I could still call mine were the memories of when Loneliness had not yet entered into my life. Each day the cycle repeated until one day, Loneliness presented me with a way to finally obtain sweet, blissful escape; death.
No, I had not always been this way. My former companions were Happiness, Curiosity, Anger and Fear. When i was young, Happiness and Curiosity were by my side constantly, guiding me through a blissful, ignorant life. I regret ever fraternizing with them, as I was set up by them for disaster. Yes, set up, by my two good friends! When I learned the "rules" about how life was to be lived, I bid Curiosity adieu. Happiness eventually followed in its footsteps and I was left with no one.
Soon enough, I met the meticulous Anger, happy to help me vent, but passive enough that I wasn't out for revenge. This mutual friendship was sustained for quite some time, Anger feeding off my anger, leaving me looking to all as a passive child, but it was known from the start that this wouldn't last. I lost my anger, as I started to understand the reasons for actions done to me. I accepted and forgave, so Anger left me for others more suited to it. Oh well, we were never meant to be anyways. But how I'd wish that I had stayed with Anger, I would never know until I met Fear.
Fear, upon first glance appeared normal, so I let it in, wanting someone to keep me company. It was mainly dormant, even helpful sometimes, giving me a false sense of security. Little did I know that it was merely lying in wait, until the right moment to strike. It didn't happen quickly, but it did happen. When Fear overtook me, I was helpless and succumbed easily. But thankfully not for long. In my captivity, I became angry, so angry that Anger came back again to drive Fear out. Fear was a weak emotion, Anger defeated it easily. to celebrate, Anger brought Happiness and Curiosity with it. But of course, they were not here to stay. As a last parting gift, Anger introduced me to Loneliness.
Loneliness was a kind emotion by day, fostering independence and shielding me from ill intent. At night, it would devour my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, leaving me wwith only my memories. Eventually it realized that it wasn't doing any good to me and offered me a way to escape her clutches...
As I stole down the stairs, I was unsure. Should I really do this? As I entered the kitchen, I was unsure. Surely it's worse than being with Loneliness. As I took the few steps towards the drawer, I was unsure. Surely there must be someone that'll miss me. I thought. But of course I already knew the answer, that no one will miss me. This thought finalized my decision. It will be better for me if I become my own person, I thought. I opened the drawer and took out the knife. I will finally escape Loneliness.

Watching, waiting, wanting. I always knew that they were there. I couldn’t have even hoped to lose them. Why do they want me? The answer’s simple; because I am their greatest achievement, the one thing that they could never hope to lose. I am the greatest achievement of genetic science, I am a super-human.

But I’m being rude, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Blaze. I am also known as F17-35. I am born of a breed of recombinant super-humans who specialize in controlling fire. My mother was a lupine-human hybrid and my father was an avian-human hybrid. As a result of this, I have the snow white wings of a gyrfalcon and silver and black hair like the fur of a timberwolf. But no, the genetic scientists who were messing with my genes couldn't stop there. They had to alter my genes so that I now have purple eyes, gills, and guess what? An organ that generates nanobots! Being super-human is awesome, right?