Barely Human (Septiplier)

prologue

[Mark's POV] 

      I was a beast. I was a monster. Some fucked up experiment of the underworld. I was some hybrid, some strong being with multiple powers. I was danger in a body. I was wanted. Everyone wanted me. The girls, the men, every team force. Everyone wanted me on their territory.

     Perhaps it's the powers. The telekinesis, the teleportation, heightened senses, heightened reflexes, flexibility, lung capacity (not that I needed oxygen) I was invincible. I couldn't be killed because no one knew what the fuck I was. They didn't know how to kill me, and no one dared try in fear of failing and me killing them first. It's not like I was heartless. Hell, for all I knew I was...but I have feelings. I have morals. I groaned in frustration and kicked at the ground below me. People wanted to use me, why couldn't I be normal? Human? Why did I have to be some...some monster!? I tugged at my hair before breathing in deeply. I didn't need to cause a freak of nature at the moment.

Calm down, Mark

I fixed my hair and plastered on a smile, leaving the clearing in the forest. I made my way out into the civilization where I could overhear people talking about their lives. Complaining about this and that. I rolled my eyes and looked around me. I could tell when these people deserved to die. Hell I could choose who should and who shouldn't. Like a reaper of some sorts, but it wasn't that easy to place me into a category. I sighed and walked forward, attempting to look as normal as I could. All the people around me made me queasy. Maybe it was because I had a certain weak spot for human blood and flesh, or maybe it was because I was claustrophobic. I kept my head down, dodging people with the slightest ease: already planning out their moves in my head before they even did so. I let my thoughts roam.

Why does everyone use you Mark?
Are you a toy?
No. You're a monster.
You're danger.
You're a beast.
A freak.
A creature.
You know you're all of those things.

I muttered something about the stupid voice in my head. Sighing, I felt the emotions and feelings around me. I wasn't getting a strong urge to anyone. I kept walking until I was soon taken aback. My vision blurred and my head began to pound. I felt my legs almost giving out and I panicked. Something wasn't right. I quickly looked around me. My eyes trailing over to a boy.

     His mouth was open wide in a smile. His tongue poked out as he pushed some of his green hair out of his face. His blue eyes were trained on the young girl in front of him. His sister. He was listening to every word she said and he was laughing. Normal behavior. I sighed when I realized what happened. The Council would want to destroy him. I hadn't had a reaction that strong in like 200 plus years. This boy. This poor, seemingly innocent, nice guy would only cause pain and destruction. He had to go.

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"I don't understand. You're just going to kill him?" I asked.

     "Yes. All in time. He may have seemed innocent, young Mark, but his blood line is terrible. He must go." William replied.

      "But-"

     "Has to. We can't go through what would happen if this boy were to stay alive. It'd destroy us all. Human and beast. All of us Mark."

     I sighed. It may be an innocent life, but I'd choose that over millions of other innocent lives. I nodded in regards to William and walked away.