Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Dec 21, 2011 21:59:51 GMT 9.5
He was sobbing and crying quite a lot until he felt the calm touch of Magnus’s hand on his shoulder. He heard her talking a bit, though wasn’t too focused on it, and slowly the physical manifesto of his power ceased, the electronic surges over. Now, this was a new part of his power. Michael was not used to how much energy it used. So, when it ceased, he was exhausted. Tears were still running down his face, and he still seemed to be causing a bit of an issue in the room, but he was on the verge of falling asleep right there.
His eyes closed slightly. The binary code gone. He was a bit unsteady now, his body needing sleep to figure out how the hell he’d just produced such energy. He found Helen Magnus’s leg, and he sat down on her foot. He really couldn’t walk anymore. His head had drooped to the side, and he’d almost gone into a state of unconsciousness.
The subject of his parents had always been touchy. Ever since he could remember…and he remembered everything. His mother left him a stuffed animal, but nothing else from her. His father…nothing. His memories of them were blurry, which was odd for him. He wanted to know why it was blurry…why he could never see their faces, but this hadn’t even been answered.
The boy’s eyes still closed he slipped into a dream. It was the only memory of his past with his real mum and dad. All he could remember was…well…fear. His mom and dad were always rushing about, making loud noises and yelling at each other. He didn’t understand their words at the time, but later he did. He remembered the sounds and pieced them together. They were actually arguing over him…what they should do with him. The dream ended as soon as it came…and he let out a breath of agitation. It was scary. He wanted to go home. With Adam. Home was where his heart lay.
His eyes closed slightly. The binary code gone. He was a bit unsteady now, his body needing sleep to figure out how the hell he’d just produced such energy. He found Helen Magnus’s leg, and he sat down on her foot. He really couldn’t walk anymore. His head had drooped to the side, and he’d almost gone into a state of unconsciousness.
The subject of his parents had always been touchy. Ever since he could remember…and he remembered everything. His mother left him a stuffed animal, but nothing else from her. His father…nothing. His memories of them were blurry, which was odd for him. He wanted to know why it was blurry…why he could never see their faces, but this hadn’t even been answered.
The boy’s eyes still closed he slipped into a dream. It was the only memory of his past with his real mum and dad. All he could remember was…well…fear. His mom and dad were always rushing about, making loud noises and yelling at each other. He didn’t understand their words at the time, but later he did. He remembered the sounds and pieced them together. They were actually arguing over him…what they should do with him. The dream ended as soon as it came…and he let out a breath of agitation. It was scary. He wanted to go home. With Adam. Home was where his heart lay.