I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!! :D
I pointed to a large portrait of a twenty-or-so year old Professor X and a toddler Wolverine.
"This photo was taken days after Wolverine discovered he was a mutant," I informed. As soon as all of the mutants were gawking at the picture, I formed into a panther and escaped to the nearest room. Thankfully, it was my room. I opened the window with my fangs and leaped up onto the ledge, my tail swooshing. My ears twitched and I closed my eyes, the wind blowing softly, ruffling my fur.
This was it again.
I was done with being cooped up. I gave one last longing look inside and jumped onto the tree below my window. I leaped down and raced the wind as I made my way to freedom.
As I ran I bounded up on benches and bird baths. Birds flew above me as if wanting me to follow them. I peered up at them with a content gleam in my yellow eyes. The wind picked up speed, and so did I.
The sun began to set, but I kept running. Trees and bushes whizzed past me as I made my way into a forest.
I raced until I was exhausted. An empty pit grew in my stomach; hunger. I heard water up ahead, so I wandered until I found it, gulping in the refreshing liquid as it soothed my throat dried from the wind. When I was satisfied, I shook my head and searched the premise for game. Ahead in the thick growth, I spotted a deer. She was grazing in the field.
I began to wonder if I was truly heartless enough to kill, not a rat, but an entire deer. I debated for some time until hunger won over guilt.
I stalked over to the deer, stepping as light as possible. My tail flicked back and forth as I waited for the perfect moment to pounce.
The deer reclined to the ground and drew her head in.
I bounded toward her and leaped, claws out and fangs bared. I landed on top of her and let out a ferocious roar. I bit its neck as it kicked and bucked. I bit its back and then neck again, and suddenly it was still.
Morphing back into human form, I wept. I wept for this deer's life that I had taken. I wept for her family whom I had so strongly betrayed. I wept for my own insensitivity. I would never forgive myself again. I buried my head into her bloodied neck, curled into a ball weak from hunger, and sobbed until I fell asleep.
And I dreamed.
Garret was there. And Merleah, Regina, Loneren, and everyone else. They were all sitting on a couch with sad faces. Garret stood in front of them, his head and face drooping. "Rylee's gone. She's not coming back."
Merleah put her face in her hands and began sobbing, her body racking with the tears. Regina sat and smirked. Loneren had no expression. It was a blank slate.
"Due to some of our actions, I believe," he continued, "she is quitting the team and joining the Brotherhood for good. We now must fight against her. Kill her even if she proves any disloyalty to us next time we meet. This, I'm sorry to say, is the truth."
"Can't say I'll miss her," Regina grinned. There was a silence. A brief moment of cold glares digging into her.
Suddenly, Merleah was fighting her. Weapon, hands, teeth, whatever. Blood splattered on the walls and floor.
Merleah drove a punch into Regina's stomach and sliced a knife at her head. Regina ducked, shrinking down.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Merleah screamed at Regina as the others tried to pry her away.
Regina held out her hands in surrender.
"YOUR FAULT, YOU HEAR ME?! OR ARE YOU JUST AS DEAF AS YOU ARE HEARTLESS!"
Something inside Regina cracked and rage filled her.
"MY FAULT?! HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!" Regina replied throwing a punch at Merleah. It hit her cheek and she spit out blood, her teeth red.
"You provoked her," she growled, smiling eerily. "Just like you provoked me!" On the word 'me' Merleah roared and tackled Regina with bloody hands, driving the knife into the girl's heart. Regina instantly froze, her eyes wide with terror, her body coated with blood, her mouth open and uttering one last breath.
My eyes snapped open. Tears began pouring out of them again. Still curled against the dead deer, my body racked.
"It's my fault," I cried. "It's my fault! I didn't mean it!" I wrapped my arms around the deer's neck. "I'm so sorry!"
I sobbed for what felt like days until I finally kissed the deer's cheek and stood. I returned to the stream and peered in. My faced was splotched with pink and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. A few areas on my face were caked with the deer's dried blood. I dipped my hands in, one of which was bloody, and cleaned myself. I hiccuped as the dream came flooding into my mind like a virus.
Was it true? I hoped not. If it was, I would've really never come back. But I knew I at least had a fair shot. I decorated the deer with flowers and set out.
I was going to find them and never leave again.