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Posted by aaron5212 on Jul 3, 2007 16:35:29 GMT -6
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A cop. After all his powers, after all the hardship and indecencies, he had become a cop. Jebidiah thinks to himself as he sits in the library of his house, "I could have been anything. My brain is my power.... I just had to stay low key."
He takes a sip of the red wine held in his hand and looks up to the tiled ceiling. What to do? He couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to be challenged, he needed to do something significant, anything. Police work was unsatisfying, unrewarded, and unfit for him.
"I will leave."
It had never occurred to him that he could leave. The thought had hit him almost out of nowhere, it surprised him. But to where? To what purpose? Would he leave and get stuck in another dead-end job, trying to hide his power? What was the point?
It might have been the fact that he didn't have the right contacts, or perhaps because of the lack of friends he had made while there, but he knew no other mutants around where he lived.
"What if...?"
What if he met more mutants was the thought that went unvoiced through his head. But for what? Why would he want to meet anyone else who God had cursed so?
"...But is it a curse?"
Perhaps he shouldn't try to hide it, perhaps he should embrace it like he once had. But when he had done that he was made fun of, he was humiliated and though he was typically a calm person, he had lost control on more then one occasion.
He wanted to leave Europe to start with, he didn't want to even try to stay here. Some knew of his powers, he had stayed in the same place for far too long. If he was to let the world know of his powers he wanted them to know what the really were.
"Will the fear me? Will the take me in with open arms?"
Hmf, he didn't even want to be taken in with open arms. He disliked most people. It didn't matter. What happens, happens.
Jebidiah picked up the phone and made a reservation for a plane ride to The States.
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