by Korona Knight » Mon Jan 02, 2012 9:01 am
Chapter 5
We were now at the dorms, and I was sitting up on the roof with Alex. No one else was there, which was nice, because normally it'd be teeming with people. For some reason, we all just loved the roof. Now everyone was helping clean up the rubble left in the wake of the latest attack, and plus, seeing as I was still out, no one was going to come near us. Kianna, though very cool, was not a person you normally wanted to be around.
"So...explain it to me again," Alex begged. He'd been trying to wrap his head around how I was so many people in one, though explaining it was just as hard as trying to understand it.
I took a deep breath. "Well...Okay, here's something. I'm not actually a bunch of people in one. I'm just one person. No multiple personalities, nothing like that. It's just, people have given me nicknames for each of my different forms, so I tend to go by those nicknames, as it's just easier. No one even knows my real name anymore. The only form that's really different from the rest is this one, Kianna. This is my most powerful one, and it takes energy to shift into her."
"So...you're like a shapeshifter?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that's a good way to put it. I have only two different forms. The other forms are variations of the first, while Kianna is the other one. It's like...having a mood ring for hair, eyes, skin...everything."
Alex took this in, and I saw the light of understanding in his eyes. "So when you get mad..."
"My eyes, hair, and wings go black, like of a raven, and my skin lightens to give me a scarier affect. Instinct; trying to make myself more intimidating. Kora."
"When you're frightened or sad..."
"My hair turns a more natural blue color, with a few highlights, my eyes turn blue, my skin is still light, and my wings take on the look of a bluejay. Bluebelle."
"Happy?"
"Blonde hair, amber eyes, tanned skin, and wings of a sand-colored nighthawk. Kimmi."
"Hot-headed?"
"My hair turns red with a few highlights, my eyes turn green, my skin has a light tan, and my wings are that of a red hawk. Laori."
"And when you're feeling nice?"
"My hair turns almost white, my eyes are silver, my skin has a nice tan, and I have the wings of a Swan. Sophie."
Alex nodded. "Any other forms?"
I tried to think, though I believe we had hit them all, so I shook my head no.
"So it's not your looks that dictate your personality; it's your personality that dictates your looks."
"Exactly!" I nearly jumped in the air. Someone got it! Everyone had always thought that it was a split personality thing, no matter how hard I had tried to explain it. Sure, if you saw how I looked that day, you might be able to guess how I'd react to situations, and I had receeded into the fact that perhaps it was the looks that dictated the personality, but Alex was right on the dot.
I turned back into Laori, who was out more than the others because, well, that was Laori.
"So who's been your favorite so far?" I asked, arching an eyebrow in question as I leaned agains the railing that surrounded the edge of the roof.
Alex thought a moment. "Actually, I think I like Laori the best. She's much better looking than the rest." A cute little wink made a bit of color rush to my cheeks, but I quickly recovered. "Plus, what your personality means for you to be Laori actually sounds like a fun-time girl. Lots of spunk, not afraid to speak your mind, confident, ready to take on any challenge, and most of all, always looking for a party."
"Right on the nose. Laori does happen to give me a boost in all those areas," I chuckled, stretching my wings out as I reached towards the sky in an all-body stretch.
Alex sat down on the ground, and I sat next to him. His mood had suddenly changed drastically, and I wasn't sure why. I'd always had the animal instinct to be able to tell how a person was feeling, generally anyway. And Alex went from being in a good mood right into a downright terrible mood.
"What's up?" I asked.
He shook his head. "You have a place here at school. You know where you belong, what you are, and what you were meant to do. I have no idea what I am, what my place is here, and what I was made to do. It's great for you, but...what am I supposed to do?" His lips fell into a sad frown, and his whole body slumped.
I had to feel sorry for the guy. I mean, you come all this way from who-knows-where, dropped into a school of freaks, told you're one of them, and that you're a freak among freaks because they can't even place you in a catagory. I knew how that felt, because I had been there.
"I didn't always know what my place was, you know," I whispered, waving my hand in the air. A flower formed on the palm of my hand, and I began playing with the colors, look of the petals, and so on, trying to keep my mind off of Alex, who's rapt attention was back on me. "When I first came here, I was an Unknown. I had no idea what I was. All I knew was that one day, on my 14th birthday, my looks changed. I was immediately shipped here. I couldn't control my powers, let alone know what they were. I...was alone. No one wanted to be around me. I was a complete loser."
"And look at you now."
"Yeah. Look at me now. I practically run the school," I muttered sarcastically. The truth was, I didn't have any friends still, I was still a freak among freaks...I just hid it better, because, like Alex had said, I knew my place. "One day, something just clicked. I wasn't sure why, but I went out to the Gym, and I started trying everything, and I excelled at everything, where as at first, I failed at even the most simplest of things. It'll happen for you too." I stood up then and offered my hand. After we were both standing, I smiled. "And don't worry. You've got good looks. You won't be alone for long."
"Wanna see something?" I asked him. When he didn't give me an answer right away, I took him in my arms. as if he were a child all over again. He gave a surprised yelp, then a not-so-manly scream as I flung myself over the edge of the very tall dorm building, heading for the ground.