Supernatural
~By Lovely-chan~
He born with it and
it takes over him. He can’t control it, but he can feel it; he can
feel everything.
It was sometime in the
future, probably around 2,275, but even then, supernatural powers
weren’t seen as normal. There were many cases during that century of
people of all ages developing supernatural powers. Some possessed
visions, others strange powers over things or creatures, but others
could only have a special sense.
A large hospital
constructed under the Pacific Ocean took care of those cases, it was
forbidden to have these ‘creatures’ on the surface. The planet was
in complete chaos, many people were completely mad, others scared,
but the majority living with the strangeness.
There wasn’t much food,
less water supplies that were pure; everything was practically
contaminated and destroyed. Earth was a planet in pure destruction,
and scientists believed the end was nearer than ever.
Even though
technological development was very advanced, there was no cure to
Earth’s death; most people ignored the fact that humans were
endangered species.
Under the ocean,
experiments were made day-by-day searching for a cure, for a hope,
but nothing could be found. All they created were these mutants,
this new race of supernatural humans.
~*~
Mareo was locked in a
dark room, like always. Each of the samples was always kept locked
away in the same cruel way. He was born a supernatural, so his
destiny was being locked away. His parents had sent him to Toru’s
Hospital after they realized their son was a supernatural. Their
five year old could easily feel the pain, happiness, and even read
the thoughts of whomever got near him. It was a unique case among
the samples, he was the only one with this capability, and because
of it he was watched carefully.
Ever since he was a
child, his parents had locked him in his room- afraid of his powers
and behavior. He was likely to become nervous and even violent when
someone with strong feelings got near him. It hurt him, that was the
reason, but no one seemed to care or even try to understand.
‘I want to be free.’
Freedom was his dream, but also his biggest fear. He knew if he
stepped away from the room, all the emotions, the pressure, the
stress, even the density felt in the air would attack him and put
him under a violent or painful state he’d never experienced before.
He hated having this sense, this unusual ability to feel, but there
was no cure that he knew. Maybe they just didn’t want to cure him at
all.
A young boy walked down
the corridors of the hospital reading each of the files on the doors
of each patient. He was a curious young man and had always wanted to
see what was behind each door, but all he could do was imagine. He
secretly entered a restricted area- he’d discovered the code to
enter without turning on all the alarms.
Sachio curiously began
his usual routine of investigating the samples. He read one by one
without finding anything particular in them. “Just the usual…” Until
he found Mareo’s file. “Humm interesting. Name: Mareo Neitz, Sex:
Male; Age: 15, Height: 5’ 5”; Eye Color: Red; Hair Color: Indigo
Blue; Skin Color: Pale gray; Family: Vanished, Sample Number: 7777,
Behavior: Unstable, violent, emotional; Diseases: None; Senses:
Ability to feel other’s emotions, and mind reader; Case: Unsolved;
Warnings: Highly violent; Other: Born a supernatural, top secret
investigation. Do not enter alone.” He smiled. “Now this is a
special case.” He noticed there was no window in his door. “Damn, so
unlucky today. The door is locked. And I can’t even peek. I wonder
about this boy…”
The main entrance was
opened and he hid behind a blue curtain without knowing that was the
window that went to Mareo’s room. He stepped behind it and when he
looked up he saw a young man sleeping. ‘Is that Mareo? I can’t
make out to see him…it’s so dark.’ He glanced for a while until
he heard the footsteps go away, and then opened the curtain, light
poured into the room and he could watch the unusual sample. “Ah!
He’s so slim!” For Sachio the samples were just like animals, or
even worse. He thought they had no feelings or even get physical
pain at all. All he thought was that the samples were some kind of
monster or mutants; he just liked to look at them for the fun of
watching something unnatural.
It was then when Mareo
woke up and looked straight into Sachio’s eyes, provoking chills all
over the male’s skin. ‘He’s creepy!!’ He noticed how Mareo’s
eyes turned sad, there was obviously anguish inside them and he felt
guilt. ‘He heard me!’ Mareo turned around so he wouldn’t face
the young boy at the other side and covered his ears rocking softly
his body back and forward. ‘Poor guy…he’s so young, even younger
than me. I wouldn’t like to be trapped like he is…I’m so lucky I’m
not a sample.’ He felt immense guilt and pain to be looking at
this kid like he was some kind of monster, and it made him free a
couple of tears from his eyes.
At that instance Mareo
turned his gaze to him, and to Sachio’s surprise, he walked close to
the window making the other young man tremble with fear. He
remembered what the file said: Extremely violent, do not enter
alone. He shook heavily but couldn’t move, it was like Mareo was
trying to communicate with him, but all he did was touch the glass
between them. Sachio now could see him clearly; his eyes were indeed
red and big, very impressive. It was the first time he saw someone
with red eyes and the hair color was also a bit different than other
samples. His was very opaque, like dimming from life. ‘Is he
dying?’ Mareo looked down and then Sachio noticed he also had
tears in his eyes.
The sample took one of
his tears in his forefinger, and showed it to Sachio pressing it
against the crystal and drawing a circle with a line crossing it. It
was a NO symbol. ‘What is he trying to say?’ He then walked
back to his bed and lay down. ‘Was he telling me not to cry?’
Once again Mareo looked at him directly into his eyes and nodded.
Sachio smiled, and then heard the footsteps again. ‘I’ll be back
tomorrow. I promise Mareo.’ He quickly ran away without being
noticed.
‘He didn’t called me
7,777, he called me Mareo.’ |