Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-47.184.159.121-20191117015824/@comment-47.184.159.121-20191202000036

Chapter 15-Wylie

Wylie stared at the woman in front of him, who was indeed his mom. His mom with black hair. Other than that, she looked the same. “You finally figured it out,” said Cyrah, “Took you long enough.” “But why?” asked Wylie, beginning to feel sick. “We live in a changed society,” she said, “The Neverseen is here to change it for the better.” “No,” said Wylie, feeling the pain in his heart weighing him down, “No, the Neverseen are the bad guys!” he tried to convince himself. But his mother was on their side. How could this be happening to him?! “You’re wrong,” spat his mom, “The world needs the Neverseen. We know what we’re doing. The rest of the world doesn’t. They can’t protect themselves from the evil on this world. They’re too weak!” “The Neverseen are the evil!” shouted Keefe from behind Wylie. As he looked at Keefe supporting Sophie, he saw that they didn’t have much time before Sophie was completely unconscious. “The Neverseen is changing the world to make it better,” said Cyrah. “No!” said Wylie stumbling back, “You’re not my mother! She would never do this.” Suddenly from behind him there was a shriek and Sophie collapsed in Keefe’s arms. They needed to go. “Join me,” said Cyrah, “Join the Neverseen and save the world.” “NO!” yelled Wylie, his vision blurred with tears as Ro steadied him, “NO!” “I can show you what the world was truly meant to be!” Wylie collapsed on Ro. He felt himself being lifted as the group ran. He didn’t care. All he wanted was a happy family. But he never got that. Ever. •			*			*	Finally, Wylie willed himself to open his eyes. The room was completely dark. No one was there. He had never actually passed out but just decided not to respond to anyone. Even his own father, which broke his heart. He stumbled out of the bed and found that he was in he healing room at Foxfire when he crashed into a bunch of empty elixir bottles. The light switched on in the next room, and Elwin walked in and saw Wylie rubbing his head in a pile of cracked glass. “The first thing you do,” said Elwin, “You’re as bad as Sophie.” He finally cleared a path and helped Wylie back to the cot and handed him a bottle of youth which Wylie thankfully gulped down as he endured his check-up and dozen elixirs. “What happened?” asked Wylie who, although he had been conscious, hadn’t exactly been paying attention to his surroundings. “You can find out tomorrow,” said Elwin, “I won’t have enough time to tell you before that sedative kicks in,” “Sedative!” said Wylie. Now he understood why Sophie hated them as he began to feel groggy and his vision faded. “Good night, Wylie,” said Elwin as the world faded.