Change Me (A Shatter Me fanfiction)...This is my personal version of Ignite me.

CHAPTER 6 - Red is the Color of Death

CHAPTER 6 - Red is the Color of Death

I fear for my life. Kenji is Omega Point's new leader? I wonder how the place isn't in chaos yet, as I walk down the dark hallways of Omega Point with my stepsister, Cleo. We are both silent. No one daring to speak. We are headed for the cafeteria.

Before we left the infirmary Cleo told me how after I left our father would go over to her house to see her. He would tell her about how I was such a monster. And how I left. Ever since Cleo's mom gave her up Cleo has been trying to find me, to tell me I'm not alone. She was too late.

I can now see the resemblance between us. It's shocking. We both have the same long straight dark brown hair. We are both thin, and pale. We both even have the same walk. But the thing that is the most shocking is that we both think the same exact way. If I knew about her, I would search for her. We are survivors.

The few people passing by us stare at me. No my suit, and then at me with a look of disgust, hatred, and betrayal. Almost everyone is wearing these new suits. They have some kind of deeper meaning than someone's favorite color. I just don't know what.

When we finally get to the cafeteria every single eye in the whole room is on us. Well probably me, just like all those people in the hallways. Someone in the crowd of people shoots up. He is the only person standing. I don't even need to look at him to know who it is. It's Aar... Warner. Everyone is wearing the suits. I recognize several people in the room; Sonya, Sarah, Adam, James, Brendon, and several people I recognize only from walking around in the halls.

"Are you hungry?" Cleo asks me.

"No." I say.

"I thought you were going to say that." She says, but I am already walking down the isle.

Everyone in the room is no longer watching me. Now only two people are. A...Warner and Adam. I avoid eye contact with both of them. I continue walking down the isle. When I'm only five feet away from Warner he jumps to his feet and pulls me into an unexpected embrace. . In front of everyone in Omega Point. He is wearing the same shirt that every other boy in the room is wearing. His is dark blue. We sit down at the table. There is another person sitting at the table.

"Winston?" I ask him. He looks up. It is Winston. He is wearing a green shirt like Kenji. We both smile at each other.

"Juliette," He says. "I have something for you." He hands me a new pair of gloves and brass knuckles.

"Thank you. I needed these. Wouldn't want to kill anyone by accident." I say jokingly. "What's with all the suits?" I whisper to him.

"Oh yea." He says. "Everyone with an ability must wear them. They protect others from your abilities." Cleo sits down next to Winston with a tray of food.

"The purple ones," She says pointing to herself, "Are for people who have healing abilities. Green ones like Winston's are for if you can physically does something to yourself. The white suits are for people like Brendon who can manipulate elements or something like that. Gray is for mind control and other mental stuff. You wear yellow if you are like psychic and can do stuff with your mind. Blue," She points to Warner. "Is for when your ability is something specifically for defense. And um red is um for," She can't finish the sentence.

"Is for the deadliest of people who can kill you just by touching you. I'm not dumb I know I'm the only person who's wearing red." I say.

"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" Warner asks Cleo.

"I... um," Cleo stutters. I stand up and walk over to Cleo. I crouch down so our faces are next to one another. I wrap my left arm around her shoulders, and smile. Confusing Warner.

"This is my little sister, Cleo Ferrars." I say to him. His eyes widen. The shock is so evident on his face it almost makes me concerned. But when he tries to speak and can't come up with any words I lose it. I laugh so hard that I begin to feel a cramp in my gut.

I let Cleo explain the story to him. While Cleo is explaining to Warner I slip on my gloves and knuckles. I was given my boots earlier in the infirmary.


"When did you wake up?" I didn't realize Warner was talking to me until no one at the table was talking anymore.

"Oh uh, A few hours ago." I say. Warner nods obviously frustrated that he wasn't there when I woke up.

"What time is it?" I ask Winston.

"An hour past noon." He says, and then picks up his tray and leaves. I thank him, but I don't think he heard me. Something is deffinetely on his mind.

"What are we going to do for the next five hours?" Warner asks me.

"Well I don't know about you but, I haven't been using my lethal powers for a very long time, so I need to go train for a while. You know not the killing and severely injuring part, but the part about causing earthquakes, spliting diamond, causing the sea to part with my emotions and my fist part." I say.

"Sounds like fun," Cleo says. We both stare at her like she's nuts. I hate training, but I need to make sure I'm not going to destroy another lab again. "What?" She asks, "All I ever do in training is try to cut myself, or spead my power to others. Which it isn't going to do."

"I can see your point. I hate it too." I say.

"I've never had the chance to experience these magical training sessions. Can I join?" Warner asks.

"No, the only reason I am is because Kenji is making me. He doesn't want to deal with an earthquake. He put it in my scheduale. I'm serious next to 'training' he wrote that." I tell him.

"I didn't get a scheduale." He says.

"Yea because they don't exactly know what your gift is." Cleo says.

"Yea they don't. I do." He says pointing to himself. "I am the one who caused Kenji to..." He stops knowing what happened to Kenji was mostly his fault, but it was my ability.

"Is he always like this?" Cleo asks me.

"Only in front of other people. He likes to show off. Big time." I say.

"That is true, but I do know what my ability is." He says.

"Big time." I repeat.

Cleo and I place our trays on a little stand by the door, and exit. I couldn't help but feel the heat in my cheeks, as I walk out of the room. I know Adam_ one of the only other people still left in the room_ is watching me.

Ok guys sorry for the late update... I've been having really bad writer's block lately, so sorry if this is shit... And I feel like crap.  If u like this story pleaz check out my new werewolf story called SHIFT.

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And if this chap. gets more than 3 votes I'll do the next chap. in Adam's POV.  (BTW that would b really hard cause I hate Adam.)

DFTBA! And I really cant think of a corny sentance to place here.