Muses: Skye Lux
Title: The Switch
Skye didn’t know what had caused it at the start. Maybe it was their yells. Maybe it was the names. Or maybe it was the fact she was afraid. There were lots of factors that could have done it. That could have triggered it to return once again. But this was a return she wished she could have avoided, but from what it seemed, it was inevitable. All she knew was that the feeling was sickening. It was a feeling that she would never forget for as long as she lived. And right now she wished she was doing anything but breathing. So close. She was so close to be forever rid of the Switch, but here it was back again.
Why?
Why was right, but she very well knew the answer.
Up to the age of fifteen she had done everything she could to avoid it. She went past her limits, and those were limits that sent her with headaches and bloody noses. It was all about the control and concentration, something she only gained control a few years ago. So when she saw the cars and people around her floating in the air, she knew it was back.
One…
But the thought of hurting someone was what she feared the most. Before she could always make an excuse for the incident these Switches caused, but now it was different. The lights were bright, and the cameras were rolling on every single one of them. Now they had proof. That proof now was implanted in the memories and minds of thousands witnessing the memorial and riots. They now knew what was hidden behind the Institute gates.
She had never been good with memorials or funerals in the first place ever since she attended her own parents’.
“Monster,” one stated before he shouted it out. “Monsters!”
“Freaks!” yelled another. “Abominations!”
They became clever with their word choices, some saying they should leave and get out. Some shouting they were the devils spawn. Stop… Please… Stop…
She took a step back, in shock of what she had did. Then she tried to run, but a large man blocked her. He pulled her by the shirt, and threw her to the ground. They had thought she was doing this on purpose, but she wasn’t. Another picked her and threw her at the same man. They yelled at her to put the people down, before she would become out of this world. The tears burst from her eyes and she pleaded, “Stop!”
Two...
It never ended, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
But they didn’t listen. She could hear the cries of people in the air, as they fell to the ground. But before they could stand, the cars fell to the ground going off with alarms. Then they made loud thumps, eventually floating back into the air with the people. Unlike before they were floating around, moving from place to place. They cried out in fear and terror of what was occurring to them.
Then she snapped, “Stop! Stop! Put me down!”
But they didn’t stop, until she punched one straight at the jaw. Then she ran, hearing the crashes of cars hit the ground. Then she heard the pain of those people falling from midair onto the hard ground. But as she ran, she found herself surrounded by much more. She wanted to get away from them, away from the riots at the Institute. That was when she found herself where the cars had pulled up. One of the cars nearly had crashed into her, honking its horn as loud as can.
With electric blue eyes wide open, the car stopped and floated. The siren went off and she ran the other way back towards the Institute. There seemed to be millions of them, with cameras trying to catch sight of one of them doing something they’d regret. But she wasn’t doing this, or at least she didn’t mean to.
Then it happened.
One of the protestors tripped her till she hit the ground face first. She groaned at the pain, feeling the blood at her lip as she rolled over to meet eyes with them. They seemed like animals to her, ones that couldn’t be controlled and were more dangerous to society than the mutants were. The chants continued on, and on, never ending to the point a headache grew deep into her head. “Stop…” Skye mumbled, trying, but stumbling, to her feet. “Please...stop…” Maybe it was all in her head, for the memorial wasn’t as close and there weren’t as many protesters, but it felt like there were millions.
But they continued, went faster, and never stopped. Crowded in her head, Skye felt herself tense up and the tears strolling down her face. Without even having to think about it she kept pleading, in a whimpering voice, “Stop.”
But they never did.
“Monster.”
Then it came: three.
Her eyes snapped shut, but she heard them. Heard those pestering protesters scream at the event. Many would hear them, but many could do nothing. Some who didn’t feel the effect would run, while others were left hopeless floating in midair. He yelled at her to put her down, but all she could do was nothing. The pain struck her, unsure what to do. She was left clueless and afraid, in fear of herself and what they would do if she somehow got them down. It didn’t help that they continued to yell, putting the pressure on her.
“Stop…” she repeated, unable to find any other word in the dictionary. Then she snapped, “Stop!”
The nearest people flew in the air, whipped around the breeze and felt flat to the ground. But their screams snapped her eyes open in realization what a drop like that could do. It would flatten them into dust. Right before she hit the ground, the gravity around them disappeared and once again they were floating and dropped gently to the ground.
“Skye…” she heard her trainor call her. She felt the trainor pull her away from the crowd and bring her inside to the Institute. But she ran. She ran to the point she locked herself in her room, with eyes swollen and red, and a tear stained face. With her back against the door, she tried to process it all, ignoring her trainors calls right out. It was switching on and off again, and the switch was back. She didn’t mean to send those people in the air, floating without gravity. And she didn’t mean to make her furniture float in midair right before her once again.
Head hang back, she slipped to the ground, pulled her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She just watched as the switch continued to glitch. One moment the furniture was in the air. The next it crushed to the ground. Then the crushed pieces floated. Then they fell to the ground. This went on for the next hour, a thump every time it fell.