Ah,spring.The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. For some,it's just a season similar to all the others. But for her, it meant the begging of new possibilities. The pinkette made her away across Wellston's streets,taking her time to smell the fresh odour of the flowers the spring had brought along."How long has it been since I have been out by myself?"she thought. Blyke and Isen were a blessing,but sometimes she just needed some time for herself. The massive workload that Wellston gave to every student didn't help the situation,leaving them minimal free time.
But,now things were different. Spring Break was about to start and she couldn't help but feel thankful for its arrival. Finally, she could have a break. A lot has happened in the past months, and she hadn't managed to process everything. Although(how could she put this?)the latest news left her quite shocked.
John,the merciless and uncooperative ravenette,that she had tried to approach in order to reach a middle solution, found out about their past "activities"(if you could call vigilantism an activity) and instead of misinterpreting the situation as a way for them to get stronger fast in order to overthrow him ,and giving her friends a trip to the infirmary about it, offered to help her friends train with him if they gave up on becoming vigilantes. She was thankful for his absurd showing of mercy,but she couldn't help but wonder.Why does he keep pushing me away?
"John, just what is going on inside your head?" she sighed.
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Truly this was the correct question. John's head was getting more messed up day by day. Morning dizziness,hallucinations of past events and sometimes nightmares occupied his daily life. He didn't know what to blame,but his sudden power increase of power seemed like a decent start. Maybe he wasnt able to endure the amount if power he was currently weilding.He was able to faintly sense auras around him, without the user activating his individual ability.With his passive working as a sixth sense, the number of auras he could "see", doubled over the last few days,as he was now(as he figured out)able to copy abilities that didn't give any visual feedback.
His thoughts were interrupted rather short as he he heard a video-call coming his way.
"Who would even consider, calling me this early in the morning?" he grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to grab his laptop
Even if the call didn't seem import that day,it was the first step towards his redemption.
Without giving it any extra thought,he accepted the incoming video-call,only to be met with his own father, William. His smile was heartwarming as always.
"Hello son. It has been a while" William greeted
"Dad?"
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"What's with that surprised face?Am I not allowed to check up on my son?"
"No it's just that...I (think of something John!)had missed you" John said struggling to stay calm. He really couldn't call me at a better time.
"What's going on John?"
"sh*t. He found out"
"Nothing,why the sudden concern?"
"You have never used the words I missed you in your whole life?So,why now?"
John gave up. He couldn't hide the truth from his father.Not anymore. So,he let it all out. Everything that happened so far. He tried to remain calm but he couldn't. He broke down. Tears started forming, dripping down from his face.
William gave his son time to process everything. Without doubt, John was a difficult kid. He was raised to live as a cripple but even before his powers awakened,he was different than everyone that carried the same burden as him. He always stood up against everyone that abused their power,before power got the better of him. Perhaps, if William based his book on John's character traits, it would have had a different,better ending. But just like back then,he decided that it was up to John to write his own story.
Once his son had calmed down, William spoke.
"You acknowledge your mistakes?"
"Yeah, and I'm afraid that there is no turning back now. I have done enough harm to myself but even more to people that didn't deserve it"
"Everyone makes mistakes John. We all have a point on our lives where the path ahead doesn't seem clear.Once you find your way out of the darkness, you will rise stronger than before"
"But what if I'm destined to become the bad guy?What if after everything I try,it always ends the same"
"I can't answer that son. I can't promise you that your path to redemption will not be rocky and full of obstacles. I can just prepare you for it"
"Well that wasn't a confidence booster" John recorded
"Sooner or later,all of us face the harsh truth. But I believe you already know where to start."
"Perhaps I have a slight idea" John sighed
"Just remember that whatever your course of action might be, I will always be proud of you"
"Thanks dad"
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Once the video call ended,John was left deep in thoughts.He could lie and pretend he had abandoned the old violent ways just like that, but if he did, he would repeat the same mistakes as before. If he wished to move forward, he had to accept his former self. And that itself,was not an easy task.
Once again,his self-reflection was cut rather short,this time by a hesitant knock on his door.
"Why can't I just...have some time for myself" John questioned his reflection on a nearby mirror.
He could have sworn he saw his reflection shrug in apathy.
"Great,now I'm also turning crazy" John grinned to himself as approached his dorm's door.
The creaking sound of the door filled the empty space,while the visitor was revealed.
John glared down at the pinkette. The color of her cheeks seemed closer to a violet red while her incoherent panting was indicating that.....
she had been running? John concluded
After a slight moment of recollection, Remi regained her posture. Her cheerful smile returned ,as she vocalised the only words John never imagined he would hear.
"I'm going to grab a coffee. Wanna tag along?" Remi asked
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(Chapter End)
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