Lgbtq+ Oneshots

Polygender

[Blood and Gore/Murder ahead, graphic level]

[He/They/Ey/Xe/Ze pronouns

Max left school, and all the kids crowded away from him and they got confused because everyone left em alone. Xe never understood about the indecent that was rumored. Was it made up to out  hir?

All Max wanted was to hang out with Eve and Tom again, yet Eve was no where to be found, like she had left completely. Tom never hung out with him anymore, only telling them about a time where they got along. Yet Max had done nothing, at least nothing to him.

The doctors had told eir mom about the memory lost that happened, and it came from Eve's murder. Max tried to overhear the situation, but when the docter and xyr mok came in, no information was given.

All that ze knew was Eve was murdered by a student, one not caught, and that he lose all of their friends. Rumors that Max was the killed spread everywhere, and there was another Max who got the blame of it. No matter what they said, Max was never suspected.

One night a memory came to Max, crushing his dreams. A image of blood, trailing to a frail body was seen, the knife twisted, soon moving a in a circle to twist the guts and flesh. The perspective was of a murderer themself, yet Max wasn't one. No they never would kill. Not again- why never again and not at all. Max just went to bed, feeling unwell and unsafe. Like someone was watching.

The guilt ey felt the next day, there was no reason to be guilty over a dream. Was it a flashback to a memory? Max was just confused and the emotions were overwhelming. Xe talked to tom that day, and hir mom. No one knew about how Max would have that memory, yet Max had that dream. That memory.

The next day, another dream or memory. This time it was of him and Eve walking somewhere, it then blacks out to blood. Running. A knife. Like a murder had happened. This paired with the last one was suspicious to Max. They wanted to find out what ey forgot. No one offered help with it, except for Tom. Xe was glad, but he never helped with anything but comfort.

The rumors had stopped being directed to the other Max. Now ze was angry at Tom. All the confusion he had, guilt and regret mixed into anger. Tom had gone against them by using eir drama. Now the school knew of these flashbacks. Ot memorys. They had no name yet.

Next night was a mess. A whole murder was shown. The stabbing, screaming and gore. The way Eve had pushed hir away while his eyes glowed in the lights.

The chase, the everything. It all hit. Max was left in a panic attack, wearing his pride hoodie as one of the few things. He could never hurt his friends, never. Eve was their friend. Tom was too. Why did he leave em? All the questions fit the scenario. Yet the answers were right in front of them.

Max headed into the kitchen, a slight stumble still present. Xyr sister was there, as she had seen hir come back in blood, from head to toe.

All he had to do was leave, what could you do. If you saw you were a murderer, Max had little left to do. They had possibly hurt everyone, and was in pain. So much confusion had occured in the last hour. Not just that but hir gender started to fuse, casuing more confusion.  The boy and genderqueer while thinking of stabbing eir closest friend was painful.

When dawn cracked he were nowhere to be seen. Tom and the other students got confused and their mom was bawling. Yet Max did what he thought was best. Ey was hurt inside, but felt as if xe had a choice to stop hirself.