Simple Thoughts (Solo)

Once again, he winded up back to this place. It wasn’t the best place he wanted to be in right now but he had no choice. This place had been his home for the last eleven, or was it twelve, years of his life. He had forgotten… things. He didn’t exactly remember what he had forgotten but, he knew that he had forgotten something. Things that he somehow knew which he didn’t want to remember. Things that he somehow he knew that were important.

However he had pushed all these feelings aside, not once, not twice, but so many times that he had lost count. He felt sad, angry and confuse when everything fell apart since the Mutant Registration Act was passed. Yet he felt… relieved, he don’t know why.

Maybe it was because he finally knew who were there for him when he needed them most. His friends and those that he knew didn’t shun him for what he was. Instead, they welcomed him with open arms, giving him suggestions and gave him shelter when uproars against mutants were everywhere around the city.

They risked themselves for him, when they could just leave him in the hands of the extremists.

They found him when he was most vulnerable and protected him from the so called “black hands of justice,” who were just mere hypocrites.

But he had also lost that someone who was most important to him, Aunt Cecilia, who had disappeared after the constant raids of the terrifying Stalkers. He tried to find her since he had registered, but there was no sign of her, not a single clue. It was like she vanished into thin air, her existence is but a pigment of his imagination. But she was real. She left him an apartment, void of warmth and peace. She left him a restaurant, which he decided to rent it out to someone else. She left him a memory within his heart, broken and scarred.

Sometimes he wondered whether there are things that he could do to change how things are done, although he knew that he could do nothing. He was too small for the world, too easy to be forgotten. He wondered whether he would be forgotten just had he forgotten some of his past?

He sighed as he looked out the empty window, and decided to take a walk outside. This place was no longer his home… He no longer belonged here. He took one final look before leaving the apartment. He wouldn’t come back here anymore. He had to leave. He was tired of reminiscing the past.

He had his plans made inside his mind. Rent an apartment in New York would be his first priority. With the money he recently won from the lottery and his outrageous luck with games of chance, he was sure that he would have no problem with money. Why New York? There’s a place there where they pick up people to go to the camps daily. He couldn’t drive so he could only hitch a ride. Laughable wasn’t it? People are trying to escape from the camps while he was actually going to work in it.

Once the basic needs have been fulfilled, then find Aunt Cecilia.

“Time to leave.” He whispered to himself as he turned the door knob and left quietly.

After he left, a shadow appeared within the room, sitting on the sofa. The shadow took out a card from under the coat, and looked at it. The picture of the card was Colyn sleeping on a desk and at the end of the card was written ‘Fatigue’. The lips of the shadow tightened, curled up and formed a smile.