Chapter 11

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Pov: Onyx

It's been a week since I was released from prison. Staying with the professor hasn't been bad.

I mostly stay in this room. Just thinking.

I haven't gotten comfortable being around people yet.

Being confined for so long in that facility made me feel odd being around people now since I've been isolated for 9 years. I've only grown used to Etta's presence. The professor told me I should try getting out today.

I sat up from the floor I was sitting on. Orion asked me if there was something wrong with the bed In my room. seeing as I don't sit or sleep on it.

The bed feels a bit weird to me. I never had a bed in the cell I was in. It was just the floor and a toilet in the room they put me in. No windows, no seat, just a toilet, A small table, my paintings, and 4 concrete walls.

I guess I just became accustomed to sitting and sleeping on the floor.

I walked over to the mirror and examined how I look. I decided to put my hair up in a messy bun and try something new. I made the brush on the other side of the room gravitate towards me.

Professor told me to try setting small goals for myself. Just to help me start feeling a bit "normal" I guess you can say.

My goal today was to leave this room and try interacting.

I finished fixing my hair and threw on a baggy hoodie

I looked in the mirror at my appearance "good enough," I said to myself.

I moved closer to the mirror and stared into my eyes.

Can you hear me? I said to her hoping she was listening.

No reply.

"I don't know if you can hear me but I do not need you. You've messed up my life enough." I whispered. I started thinking back to the day they brought me in for interrogation years ago.

"Are you ready to talk?" the detective in front of me asked. We were sitting in a small white room with a metal table in between us and I was cuffed to the edge of the table. My eyes were bloodshot and I had dried tear marks on my face and bruises everywhere.

"I d-didn't do it," I said with a shaky voice "I didn't kill them. I didn't"

"Hm interesting," he said eyeing me like I'm a liar. he pulled out photos and laid them in front of me. it was pictures of me at the scene but I looked possessed. My usual hazel eyes were glowing a bright blue and my ginger hair was glowing blue.

It was ultra x floating over the dead bodies of my family.

"That's not- its-" I tried to say as tears began forming in my eyes again.

"Are you gonna tell us that isn't you, after you've just murdered your whole family"

"NO! it was the other guy, the-other-there was another man. he killed them," I said now sobbing.

He chuckled " One thing about you dirty metahumans, you love to lie" he took the pictures and put them back in a file "there was no man at the scene"

"I didn't kill them I-I wouldn't" I sat up in my seat and leaned forward on the table.

He scoffed " Yea and I'm Michael Jackson." he said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"My question is why would a 9-year-old girl want to kill her family," he said as he leaned forward eyeing me suspiciously.

"I DIDN'T" I SCREAMED BACK "I DIDN'T"

"Ms. Grace" I jumped when I heard Orion's voice. I turned around and he was standing in the doorway "sorry to startle you I just came to check on you, are you alright"

"y-yes Orion, thank you. I'm okay" I said

"Okay well don't hesitate to call me If you need anything. all you have to do is say my name" he turned around and left.

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I was about to leave the room when all of a sudden my body went limp and I blacked out.

I was in a dark place. "HELLO" I screamed out "where am I"
I walked forward into the abyss. I cupped my hands around my mouth "IS SOMEONE THERE" I yelled.

No answer.

Suddenly I started to feel like something was behind me.

I quickly turned around and there was nothing there.

I turned back around and was startled by the unexpected presence in front of me. It was Ultra X. she looked exactly like me but she had pure piercing blue eyes, blue hair that was straight instead of curly and she had a blue aura surrounding her. Exactly like I remember her.

She stared at me and said nothing. "what do you want from me," I asked " why did you bring me here"

She moved closer to me.

Closer and closer.

We were close enough that she could probably feel my breath as I exhaled. I tried to move back but my feet wouldn't move.

Her lips didn't move but I heard her voice

"I'm here for a reason, you can't get rid of me," she said.

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