P.S. I'm A Creature (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 20

Kenny's P.O.V

I stared at the mirror for the billionth time, looking at my stitched up chest amd stomach. The red bumps were started to swell down, turning from bright red to a dim purple.

The stitches were very harshly made, uneven and crude. Some even stretched all the way to my head where my blonde hair used to be, black rope dug into my skin like a badly made baseball. I was shaven clean off leaving ugly marks where it used to be.

That wasn't even the scariest part. It was my eyes. Well...they weren't my eyes. My blue and green eyes were gone and replaced with brown ones. I looked at them through the mirror and I felt like I was staring at a stranger, a scary stranger who seemed lost and scared with those brown eyes.

I'm sorry about your eyes.

"It's fine, Jake. If changing my eyes color means I can be alive a while longer, then change them to rainbow for all I care."

I heard a small chuckle in my head, causing a smile to appear in the face of the stranger.

I knew Jake was inside me, making a temporary soul for me. Darvin explained everything after he stopped crying, but Frost explained it better. I had died, but was brought back to life. Everyone I ever knew was a creature or an experiment. I was betrayed by my best friend. Viktor was captured, and most likely dead.

I know. It's a lot to take in.

"Tell me about it..." I muttered.

The door clicked opened and I looked back to see Darvin walk in, his thin arms full of bags. He stared at me for the longest, probably scared I would drop dead suddenly. I was scared, too. I only had a week to live, and I wish they never told me. Sometimes it's better to live happily not knowing what's to come.

"Hey. You feeling better? I was a little scared when you first saw yourself and screamed bloody murder."

I smile and nodded, making relief reveal in his eyes. This whole thing had taken it's toll on Darvin. His eyes were duller and his skin was paler, something I thought was impossible. He had also lost weight, his cheeks sunken and his lips dry. Just looking at him made my heart ache.

"What's in the bags?" I asked, standing up and moving away from the mirror. I needed a break from staring at my injured body. The scars and marks were starting to take a toll on me mentally and I needed a distraction.

"Glad you asked. I bought food, water, first aid kits, and a backpack. Oh!" Darvin dug into the bag and pull out a small container, blue and green on the small boxes, an eye design on the outside.

"I know how much you don't like looking so different so I got you some contacts."

I stared at the box, unable to process what he was telling me. I look different. I not only dislike it. I hate it. I hate how in pain I feel. I hate being bald. I hate being stitched up. I hate everything.

"Thanks." I mumbled out, taking the boxes from Darvin's hand, who only gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

I squeezed the containers, sickness creeping up in my stomach. If someone had told me a few days ago I would have been eaten by my best friend and then revived like Frankenstein, I would have called the asylum on them. This isn't something that's happens to most people. All I wanted was to grow up peacefully, with my friends, and then die an old man. Why doesn't anything turn out the way I want them to?

"Kenny?" A soft voice called out to me, laced with concern.

I looked out to the door and saw Frost standing there, her clothes ripped from the sleeves and the legs. No doubt she wants enough space to move around for the trip ahead. Her skirts and blouses won't last long against super powered people.