Metamorphosis

Chapter 29

"You're crazy," Gen said with wide eyes and abruptly stood up from the chair across Julian's desk, "you're absolutely fucking crazy if you think that plan is going to work." Julian stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to grab onto the blonde's shoulders but she shrugged him off. "No! Don't touch me!"

"Gen," Julian soothed, "this is the plan we've been waiting for." He cupped her face with both of his hands and forced her to look at him. "When this succeeds, you, Jude, and everyone else will be free from the BSIA. You'll be free of Trish." She looked at his eyes, her green meeting his blue.

"If it succeeds," she retorted, "Julian, you have no idea how to use your powers." He raised an eyebrow at her and released her face.

"Do you?"

"That's not the point," she waved off, "we just got these powers on Sunday, aka, yesterday." She crossed her arms. "Julian, think. You don't know what can happen if you put your plan into action. You could kill Trish," he saw her eyes water but she immediately blinked the tears away, "you could kill yourself." The male shook his head and suddenly wrapped his arms around Gen's smaller form, pressing her flush against him.

"I won't," he swore, "I promise. If it means getting you, Jude, and everyone else out of this organization, out of Trish's hands, then I'll do it." He felt Gen wrap her arms softly against him, causing him to tighten his hold. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh, one, two, several tears falling out of his eyes. "I'll get you guys out of here, you can count on that." Gen wrenched herself out of his embrace and looked him in the eye.

"But what about you?" She asked with a shaky voice and wiped some of his tears away. He cracked a grin and chuckled, holding her left hand and resting it against his left cheek.

"Someone has to keep an eye on their psychotic cousin."

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As the vice principal continued to talk and sob from the stage during the funeral tribute, everyone listened intently. Practically none of the parents' of the deceased attended, a fraction of the lower classmen attended, and only several seniors came. Since the turnout was really low, the bleachers weren't needed and the attendees just stood in front of the stage quietly. The stage held pictures of the deceased as well as their names. In the middle and edges of the stage were white Lilly flower arrangements that were typical of a funeral tribute. Draped around the flower arrangements were a silver banner that had the words Once a Monsoon, always a Monsoon.

"We will never forget you," The vice principal sobbed, "all of you will always be in our thoughts." Standing in the middle of the black dressed crowd were Andrew, Jazmine, and Israel.

"Is it right that we came?" Andrew muttered and his companions didn't need to turn to know that he was talking to them. They nodded.

"They're our classmates and they died because of something we're involved in..." Israel whispered. "So wouldn't it be our fault that they died?" Andrew and Jazmine turned to look at him in surprise.

"Don't say that so loud," the phaser whispered, "someone might hear you."

"So what, Jaz?" The superhuman snapped and turned his blue eyes at her. Blue eyes that were once warm and happy are now sad and cold. "They died because of us, and we could've stopped it." She stood frozen at his words, her expression dumbstruck as she looked at him. Andrew held the same expression. Israel swallowed the lump in his throat and bowed his head. "I'm sorry," he apologized and smiled sheepishly, "I think I just need some fresh air." Before they could stop him, he was already walking out of the crowd and out of the building. The phaser sighed while the metal mimicker crossed his arms over his chest.