I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10 - Special

Ash pov

I stay up - because apparently it's night time - thinking about what to do. In two days, I won't be preparing Ryan anymore; someone else will be. 

Something tells me I can't let that happen. And I won't. 

But...how the hell do I change it? I can't, can I? I don't have the authority, and I can't jeopardize the operation. This has gone on way too long, and I'm tired of waiting. I want them all gone now.

Ryan's one of 'them' too, you know. You want him gone as well?

Fuck. I don't want him to die, and I don't want him to become an empty weapon that follows orders. No, I want a normal life for him. For him to live with his family and be happy. I want that for him, but... I want to be a part of it, too. I want to be able to talk with him and laugh everyday. To tease him for being so clueless and idiotic sometimes.

I'm selfish. 

Ryan begins to stir, and I sit up from atop my bed. He blinks his eyes open, his gray eyes clouded with confusion.

"What happened?" He groans, sitting up and looking around.

"We did the tests," I tell him softly, looking down.

"Did I pass?"

I hesitate, before sighing. "Yeah, you passed. You're doing great. You'll be out of here and going home in a week or two."

His eyes brighten, a smile stretching across his face.

"I can go home?"

I nod, not having the heart to lie anymore. My heart is screaming at me to tell him about everything, but my brain is telling me otherwise. 

"Ash..."

I look up at him, trying to mask my emotions splattered on my face.

"Yeah?"

"What's really going on?"

My gut clenches. He finally figured out something was up. Took him long enough.

"You're not really going home," I start.

"I thought so. When I was 'asleep' one time, I heard you talking with Doctor Wilson about me. You said I was progressing well and that you put patches on me every night after I had a nightmare. What were they for?"

"To lock away all your memories of home and suffering here, as well as your emotions, until only the memories and emotions you need to survive are left."

"Survive what?"

"Battle."

He's silent for a bit.

"Battle with who?"

"Other Insanes."

"I...I don't understand," he whispers.

I look up at him, sliding off my bed and sitting on his.

"Look. Ryan, you're not normal."

"I know that! You all labeled me as insane! I'm not! I'm just me!" He explodes, but this time none of his ability gets out.

Seventy percent of his ability has been subdued.

"You're right; you're not insane. You're a Special."

"Special?"

"Yes. You have an ability, and a strong one at that."

"You're lying," he suddenly whispers, making me stare at his face, confused.

His eyes are hardened, and his face is ablaze with anger.

"What?"

"You're lying! I'm not Special! I'm me! I'm Ryan! I shouldn't be here! I should be at home, with..." he suddenly stops, his face breaking to reveal his raw pain and horror.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Home... I can't remember home. Did I even have a home before here?" He panics to himself, his face set deep in concentration.

"Ryan, you won't remember your family. Those memories are locked away," I whisper, feeling horrible.

I did this to him. I gave him this pain. Guilt eats away at my stomach and my heart. "I'm so sorry, Ryan."

"Ash, how could you?" He whispers in horror, looking down at his clenched fists in his lap.

"I'm so-"

"How could you?!" He explodes, hitting me square in the jaw.

The blow sends me backwards off the bed, my head hitting the hard floor, hard. Stars explode behind my eyes, my vision momentarily blacking out, before returning again. 

"I trusted you! I thought you were my friend! I wanted to believe you actually wanted me to be able to go home! Instead you lie to me, and take away my memories! I'll never know if I even had a family! YOU did this!" He screams at me, black smoke coming off of him in waves.

My clothing do almost nothing to stop the powerful waves coming off of him. I scream out in agony, feeling my insides burning up. So this is what I almost let be unleashed upon innocents. Maybe if he kills me, he can escape and that will never happen. I want them all gone, but I want Ryan safe.

I curl up in a ball, my limbs twitching and burning. I feel even more agony, as I feel my skin start to slowly peel off. 

Is this the end?

"I hate you!" Ryan screeches, before the door slams open.

"Hold down the boy! Grab Asher and get him to a room NOW!" Dr. Wilson's voice fills my ears.

My vision starts to go black, and I scream again, writhing on the ground. My breathe comes out in gasps, as someone lifts me up and puts me on a stretcher.

"Let me go! Let me go, you monsters!" Ryan shouts, but then his voice stops.

"You're going to be alright, Asher. I'm going to put you under, okay? Don't panic," Dr. Wilson tells me, before the pain fades away, and I feel myself slipping away into darkness.

*Le gasp* Oh no, Asher got hurt! And secrets have been spilled, oh my.

QUESTION TIME: Do you like swings? (So random but I have no ideas right now)

My Answer: I LOVE swings. I wish I had one, but all well *shrugs*

Wow, this was actually pretty short! Yay!

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-Mel