A/N: Bahaha. I'm so dumb sometimes. This is a repost of chapter 7 because the one I had up for nearly two weeks was two chapters ahead. I was posting in shorter parts than the chapters I had saved and that's where it got mixed up. So sorry for the confusion guys. I'll pay more attention when I update from now on.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner laughing at myself.
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Grey-streaked hair, intense icy grey eyes. This is the face that is known by almost every person in the city. Tyrus Starskye is the man who makes the final decision when it comes to any situation with the disease. He has the reputation of a tough but wise leader. He always knows exactly what to do to make the most people trust him.
He is also my father. I see through his illusion of selflessness. We are too much alike for him to be anything other than a liar.
“Everything we worked so hard to avoid. Destroyed. Because of your foolish actions.” He presses his fingers against his forehead, refusing to even glance my way.
We stand on either side of the glass-top island in the kitchen. Our reflections glisten on the dark surface.
“You’ve been sneaking out in the middle of the night into the worst part of the city- alone, for three months! Do you have any idea what things might have happened?”
My headache throbs with each heartbeat. “No Dad. I had no idea.”
“Do not get smart with me!” He’s leaning on the island with both hands. His fists are clenched so hard that his knuckles are white and shaking. There is such fury in his eyes that I have to look away.
“I can’t believe you’ve been using your powers to steal from people. I’ve given you everything I can possibly offer you. Then in return you go and take everything I’ve ever taught you and throw it away.” He glares at me, waiting for a reply.
With a calm, steady gaze, I look back into his eyes. “Yeah. I did.”
He throws his hands up in the air and walks over to the counter.
“This has ruined us. People know what you are now. They are going to think of you as a mutant and of me even worse. You promised you’d never use your powers. We agreed that it would be a secret.”
I swallow back an overwhelming confusion of what to feel. We did agree that I would keep it secret. But I never knew it involved shutting myself out from the world.
That man could have killed me tonight. But all my father can think about is how it effects him. I want to scream out, make him see that I am more than just a problem.
“Why did you have to get the disease? Why do I have to have a mutant for a son?” He turns to the glass bottles that contain dry goods and sweeps them unto the floor. My breath catches at the noise. They shatter and slide across the sparkling white floor tiles.
Heaving with anger, Dad turns face me.
“Can’t you at least pretend that there’s nothing wrong with you? That’s all I asked! You couldn’t do something so simple!”
Shocked by his outburst, I stare at the destroyed remains of food and glass on the floor. He’s always restrained, never openly violent like this.
Anger finally makes me snap. “There is something wrong with me! I’m a mutant. You keep pretending that it doesn’t exist but there’s no denying it. I can’t change what I am. Or what happened.”
“Kevin, you’re all I have. It’s hard, so hard since your mother’s death. I’m trying the best I can to provide you with a happy life despite your condition. But it’s becoming too much for us to handle.”
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Shape Shifter
Science FictionThe people on Nita are plagued with a disease that leaves survivors with unusual powers. Kevin, a teenage boy with the ability to shape shift, is the son of the man in charge of trying to stop the mutations. He was told to keep his powers a secr...