The island of mutation

Cliff of Memories

Patch's P.O.V.

I rub my finger tips across the soft pieces of grass that surround me, I readjust myself so that my knees are under me, I probably look stupid like I'm trying to swim on the ground and maybe I am, it would be nice to swim, or do anything other then be a prisoner on an island. They sent my people to this island when I was five we were the last mutants to come I guess they ran out of mutants to send, or they saved the worst of the mutants for last, they probably hoped that by the time we got here the mutants that came before would think they were normal, that maybe the Toungeless, or the two headed people would see us and be so disturbed that not even they would want us just like the regs.

My moms name was Ameila her smile showed me that there is some good in this world, when the regs sent us to this island she told everyone that it would be great, that we would finally be accepted, and maybe we could even take off our gloves in public and use our abilities for good. My mom was sadly mistaken when we got here and were treated the same way by the mutants that we were by the regs. When we got here the other mutants took one glance at us and were instantly disgusted, they gave us a total of two hours to see our new supposed home but in that two hours the silent's were deciding whether to banish us into the woods or push us of the cliff on the other side of the island... they went with choice two. The mutants said that whenever new people came they all went to the cliff and took the time to get to know the new comers, my mom didn't trust them. All my people went that night except me my dad hid me in a flower patch without my mom knowing, I was hiding for around one hour before I started hearing the screams, I knew they were my people and I ran as fast as I could following the noise, I reached a clearing that was lit by torches, the people who stood in it cornered the last one of us they knew of, our elder stood on the edge of the cliff, she didn't even wait for them to push her, she just smiled, lifting her hands there were tears soaking her palms, and then she jumped.

I look out over the cliffs edge I can feel my hand wet with the tear of my eye, I press my fingers into the soil and listen to my people, their memories, their prayers, all they have to say to me. Yes, they are gone to the mutants that cover this disgusting island, but they are not gone to me, my abilities let me hear the ones who decide to talk to me even when they are gone.

My mother and father have never come forward to talk to me, its been ten years since they were killed, I come to the cliffs edge every night to talk to whoever will talk. I don't talk to anyone except them and the blind lady who lived in the cottage next to the flowers, I come to talk out of fear that one day ill come and there voices will be gone, out of fear that the waves will wash the blood stained rocks below the cliff and then ill only have the blind lady.

After sitting like this for a while I hear a rustle to my left, I turn one of my hands to see a beautiful girl standing around six feet away from me. At first I am stunned that there is even an ounce of beauty on this island, then I have a fear that this person might have seen me or my hand, my hand and my face are both dead give always of what I am with the huge scar where my eyes should be and my hand being were my eyes are its hard to hide what I am so I tend to avoid any type of contact. I quickly get up and rush out of the clearing hoping that a bush or the grass blocked her view from seeing me.

I continue walking after I get to the safety of the trees, and I continue my way home only stopping once to look back and make shore I'm not being followed. Once I'm home I do the daily chores of watering the garden out side then watering the plants inside, and lastly drinking water myself not because water is good for me but its good for the plants that grow on me, now I'm definitely weird.

Going through the day as always night comes, I tell blind lady that I'm going for a walk and rush to the door opening it to the same girl I sall at the cliff she looks startled, quickly i grab her arm to see what she is thinking. If I'm in danger i want to know as soon as possible, but all her mind tells me is that she wants to know if we are selling the flowers that grow around our cottage. I get blind lady and tell her what the girl wants, then leave hurriedly not wanting to take the risk that the girl sees what i am, when i get far enough away i stop and sit in the flowers watching to make sure that blind lady is safe i press one hand into the ground and use the other to watch there both on the soil which means i can hear what there both thinking. I don't go for a walk that night, i sit until the girl leaves with so many flowers I'm surprised she's not suffocating, after she's a good distance away I walk back to the cottage, when I reach the cottage the blind lady smiles and tells me about the nice girl, she doesn't say whether the girl will be coming back or not.

"What was her name"

"Why are you asking me, I don't even know your name why would I know hers"

"Because I know you were listening, I can feel it when you are Patch"

"Adriel, her name was Adriel."