Sf {} Ch - 33

Instructions

It had been a few days since the fight with Kira. Flash hated to admit it, but he felt awful. He couldn't stand the way he'd treated her. But beyond that, he couldn't stand the way he was made to treat PEOPLE. People. That's what they were, after all. Not just worthless pieces of trash to be thrown aside when the Mystics were done toying with them. Despite what Flash had been taught all his life, that's what he always knew, deep down. Sometimes he just had a hard time believing it. The words of his father, his family, and the mystics in general sliced those beliefs apart, and crept into his brain like poison. They were said to him over and over, forcing the belief that he was better then everyone else to seep into his mind. And really, he believed it. At least, part of him did. But recently he'd started to realize that might not be the case, and that made him angry, but he didn't quite understand why... so he just tried to ignore it. But much like the fire inside Kira, it nagged at him, picking at him from the inside, until he couldn't ignore it anymore. That's not what happened here, though. Flash had simply been reading past notes and letters from his father, realizing how much he didn't want to go back home. Realizing that, as awful as he felt being here, at this camp, this was his escape. He felt guilty, using the pain of others to keep himself away from his own fears and pain, but that was something he tried to ignore too. Flash yawned, deciding he'd let his mind wander for long enough. It was late, really late. Lying in bed worrying about the future wasn't going to help him with tomorrow, now was it? No.. probably not, he decided. Flash curled up and tried to sleep. He tried so hard, forcing his eyes shut and turning away from the glimmering moonlight, but a million different thoughts nagged at him, and with great frustration he soon realized that he in fact was not going to be sleeping tonight. After a moment of swearing to himself, he decided that it was a nice night out, and me might as well not let it go to waste if he wouldn't be sleeping anyways. Flash slowly rose to his feet and walked outside, his impressively long yellow-striped tail trailing after him. As his tail dragged in the dirt behind him, he began to wonder if perhaps his father was right, right about him being weak, and being a coward, and needing to mature. Flash was never supposed to come here, it was simply a temporary solution to a much.. much bigger problem. A problem that it seemed to Flash, could never be reasonably fixed. But to everyone else, it wasn't the same problem Flash saw. Truth be told, he was more in the right then not. But his siblings' minds had been twisted just as much as his had, and they all told him the same things they'd been told to say. Behind the curtain of a happy family, he'd be told the complete opposite. When Static wasn't around.. things were different. But he was being built up on one side and knocked down on the other, and he was confused, unsure of which side to believe. Although.. he was sure of one thing; He couldn't go home. Not yet. He couldn't face his father, or most of his siblings, at least not the ruder ones. But.. If hurting Kira would ensure his stay here, then maybe that's just what he'd have to do.