Xara Ellis
Pitter-patter, pitter... spatter, spits the rain dancing on my windows. They were like the tears that flooded my face while another breached my body not just two hours ago. Who knows what other heinous crime he must have committed not long after?
I could have known...had I not lost approximately two-thirds of my intelligence. What a waste...wouldn't you agree?
A waste of what? You ask. It's a waste of the time and energy I had put into use throughout my short-lived career as an FBI agent, a teacher, a harbourer of the tenth intelligence and more.
In any case, here I lie, wounded, fragile and almost insane.
But I can still think. Yes, I haven't lost that faculty just yet...
Still, it matters to me that I have my own self to entertain (not excluding you, either). Furthermore, my talent (or craft, if you will) has helped me to understand that I have, at least until now, used far too much jargon.
Honestly, I hadn't thought using jargon would have posed any issues, but it turns out I have to lessen the complexity in my speech.
It's difficult, you can imagine. Being a genius, knowing and accepting you are one ('you' as in some people) and feeling envied by others who are considered inferior and dim by the government.
I suppose we're not all the same. You may be a genius yourself! But that doesn't make us two different from others. We're still human, still made of the same atoms...perhaps with more neurons and wit but at least-
"AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" I scream after an exotic yet brutal pain arises in my groin. I cry for help, then shudder.
The nurses come rushing in in order to calm me down. I scream and yell and twist and turn until once again, I am sedated, just before I could inform the women of my terrible incident.
My brain begins to whirr and I feel flowers blooming within my mind. I can see them...red and orange, opening, moving to the left, right, to and fro.
No, not again. I don't want to be reminded of him again.
"Xara!" shouts one of the nurses, wiping the beads of sweat away from my high forehead, "what happened?".
Jason had managed to clean most of the blood using wipes and changing the bedsheets whilst the nurses were on lunchbreak. However, my insides were starting to expel blood once more down my legs.
"I...I can do it," I whispered.
"What? What are you talking about?" another nurse asked, holding my hand firmly.
"And I will," I nodded.
"What?!"
Almost asleep, I managed to squeeze out my last few words whilst staring outside, "You, rain, do not command me. I command you. And I command the wind, too!..."
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I; Labyrinth
Science Fiction'There's a strange sensation of the absence of essences. There's nothing.' In the year 3032 a.D within the walls of the Minnesotan city 'Yesté' live three of the world's most revolutionary people innate with what is known as the 'tenth intell...
