Relatives and Relationships [ON HOLD]

Who Am I?

Yay! Like I said, double update!

Though I doubt more than one person cares.

Happy Reading! :)

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(Quinn's POV)

"What - what are you doing?" I sniffed.

"Oh, I'm covering myself in your blood to fake my death, what does it look like I'm doing?" He said sarcastically.

"Why are you... hugging me?" I sniffled again. He laughed.

"You're really slow, aren't you?"

"Why won't you kill me?"

"I can't, Quinn," replied. He said my name for the first time...

"Can't and won't are two different words. You have the power and ability to, because as you can see I'm vulnerable and crying on the floor, so why won't you kill me? It's not like you actually care." 

"I am human, I have feelings too. I care, and I don't want you dead." He told me slowly as if saying it faster meant I wouldn't understand. I shook my head.

"No, no... I'm meant to die here, you have the physical ability and every reason to kill me just do it please, I'm not important or needed in this world please end me, please..."

"You're important, Quinn. You're actually the most important thing in this entire thing right now. But I can't let you go back to your mother. I'll give you a choice, do you wish to join me?"

"...No."

"Well, I lied it's not really a choice, you're joining anyway. I just wanted to hear your answer." I rolled my eyes at him. Of course. "If you work with me, you'll find out the entire truth. We have better ways of finding things and training. If you don't want to stay here, at least hear the thruth first."

"Before I hear anything, I wanna know what you meant by one of my powers? I have multiple?"

"You only have two. That was the maximum at the age of six."

"Whats my second one?" I asked, not even caring about what he meant with the rest.

"Your dreams," he started. "They help you become more aware of your surroundings. They let you know what you want from the world. The recent dream you had meant you don't want to see anyone die unless it's you. It helped you find a piece of yourself." I stared at him blankly. 

"What do you mean?"

"To help you understand, first answer this question. Who are you?"

"I... Quinn?"

"And who is Quinn?"

"Uhhh... An irregular human with a power?"

"Beyond that. Not what you do, but what makes up you? Who are you? What is your personality?"

"I... don't know..." I realised. Who am I? I could think of my interests but what made me? What was my personality? If someone asks you who you are, you don't give them a literal reply, you say your name. Or you say your role (like I am the king or something).

I can't figure out who I am, and I realise that now. At 3 AM I'll find myself awake cursing myself in my head, 'You're a fake, you know you don't want that, don't act like you care about people. You think you're a good person? You say you're not to be modest but you don't know that's actually the truth' and stuff like that. I don't know if I am who I think or say I am because a person can hide everything behind a thought. For example, if I'm about to kill someone, I keep that in my head, I don't say it out loud (most of the time). So what I say and what I think can be completely different, and I don't know which one is really me. I like to think that by not saying it out loud that means I actually care about the person I was going to say it to, or I don't want to actually kill them, but I'm the one who thought of it in the first place so why would it make a difference if I said it or not?

(Sorry 'bout that really long, deep paragraph, I came to a realisation recently that I don't know who I am, and of course, I made Quinn suffer coz of it, you're welcome :) )

He nodded as if he could see I understood now.

"Those dreams show you your true intentions, Quinn, they show you what you want and who you are."

"But - you cursed me when I was six?!"

"Not 'cursed', but yes, a birthday present."

"You know my birthday?" My priorities, man.

"Of course I do, I'm your father," Then I remembered something.

"Why did you leave me and Mum?"

"I didn't, after you were born she went crazy and possessive. We split and I decided I would raise you. She was fine with it for the first three years, but on your third birthday she came in and took you back. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He was kneeling on the bloody floor next to me, facing me with tears in his eyes.

"Are you - are you crying?" I was shocked. He looked up and blinked a few times.

"No, I'm fine."

I didn't know what to do.

And that's when I realised...

I would be working with 10 boy.

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Hey thanks for reading ik it was sorta boring there was just a lot of dialogue and that weird deep talk to herself that she had. I don't know why I don't just kill her off, she sucks. 

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