Bellator

Thought

"I say we kill him."

"Mutator!" I bark, turning to face him with my mouth wide open.

"Give me a reason we should not, Bellator."

I can't, I think.

"He's a threat." Mutator says sympathetically, and continues to rummage threw our pack. "We can not take such a risk when we know better."

I don't argue and kneel down to him.

Mutator exhales deeply after moments of silence and his fingers bring my chin to face him.

"We gave him our trust, the one thing he asked for. And he broke, much like glass. He choose his path... Why are you defending him now?" His voice changing tone at the question. His voice held a worried type curiosity.

Why was I?

I shake my head and steadily rise from the ground. "I'm going to talk to him."

"What else do you need him to say?" Mutator questions, almost begging for me to comply with his idea. "Time's not at a hault, Bell'."

I pause, and crack the door open.

*** *** ***

I'm tired of his silence, and Mutators aggravation in me and most of all, how much time we were loosing.

If I have to get my answers my force,

then by force, I will.

I hate my powers and how they worked, so most often I do not use them. But on occasion I do, and when I do I astound myself, for I always seem to try new things and learn more and more.

Alterum is deep in slumber when I reach him. His head rests back on the post, with his arms still laced back.

I know that he will not talk or comply with me. He is frightened and ready to end it. He's given up.

Luckily for him, I have not.

Quietly, I unbind his hands from the rope and lay him to the ground. He groans, but does not awaken.

I am not sure what to do anymore, but I know he holds answers.

He was like a box of secret and mystery. Locked before everyone but the one who held the key.

Taking his hand in mind, I squeeze. And suddenly I feel as if something in my mind has cracked. A heart stopping bolt of pain shoots threw my mind and I feel my body go numb and eyes roll back.

And then nothingness.

*** *** ***

I didn't do it. It was an accident. Just an act of foolishness. I didn't do it.

The cell is dark, decayed and cold. Its as silent as death in here, which drove me mad. The atmosphere in the room is unpleasant, sickening, and just made me think more.

And more.

And more I thought the more I questioned my actions.

Death was at my feet for a crime I did not commit.. Or at least did not attempt too. I would never, in a million years kill my own identical brother. My own family.

He was always the better one. Caurculous always praised him more, raised him like his own son. Like his own flesh and blood. Putting me out of the picture as the other one.

They now make excuses that envy and jealousy got a hold of me and did this. But it was an accident. I would, I did not, I would never-

Or have I?