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Chapter 40 (December 2nd, 8:38 am(pwt), Ella)

I wake up from my recent flash forward with sweat running down my face and heavy breathing as I look up and see Hunter looking at the flash forward. Hunter looks at me and lets me out of his telekinetic control, making me start to freak out of how much fluid I'm losing. Looking at Hunter makes me shield my eyes and look away from him as I fear what will become of him as I walk into a room, myself limp and weak as Hunter comes in, shaking his head.

"I once believed that I could teach using words and words only, but thanks to you Ella, I now know that's not possible, no one would understand," Hunter says as he sits down by me.

"I'm sorry," I reply as sweat keeps running down my face.

"Ella, it's not a matter of forgiveness, it's a matter of learning, you don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you."

"I'm not a hero, I'm a worthless GMO person that somehow caused lightning to strike."

Hunter just shakes his head and looks at some of my memories, but after a few minutes, he looks over to me, his eyes starting to water as they flicker color, from brown to blue to red. He looks at me with a look of pity, like he's been through this before, yet he smiles right before me. He starts to say something, yet he doesn't - it's like he forgot to speak, unaware of me or anyone since his eyes become soulless, no personality or anything.

"Once when I was young, around 11 or so, I had a lot of friends that were populars, the upperclass in the student rank system, but I was the lower class, the outcasts. Life was at its highest peak at that time, I had friends that shared the same interests as me, gaming and stuff like that. I had the good life, me moving up to the upperclass in the student rank system..." Hunter says as he turns around and starts looking at my memories.

"Why is this important?" I ask.

"It's because I used to be like you, weak emotionally, bullied and no one cared, crier -"

"I'm not a crier."

"- frighten of anyone. But I struggled through my own blues, giving up everything that I loved and trading any talent I had for weaknesses, almost to the point I would fail classes, all because I want to keep my rank of a popular. Then summer came and I was alone, no one came or called, not even a little text that read 'hello' came that summer. I quit all my interests except for 1 that I had a feeling that I could recover from my blues, and that was gaming.

"Gaming wasn't an answer but yet I kept on gaming, spending hours on end looking up how to play certain types of games until my I noticed my IQ drop fast, I couldn't  say words right, I couldn't spell simple words like because, probably, and certain correctly, all I knew was how to game. I noticed this and spent more time with what I used to love, strumming the cords of my instrument while singing the blues, the types of songs I resorted to at that point in life. I was starting to gain back who I really was, but then school began again, and I was on the bottom, the lonely outcast.

"But I soon saw a light at the end of the tunnel though, and that was a thought that I had. I was once again on the low end, singing the blues in my mind, nothing but my knowledge of games, yet my gaiter increased my IQ somehow and I began to study night and day, day and night on a way to be myself. I soon gave up and thought and thought until I remembered there are over 4 million people in the world and that at least one person, in the whole wide world, has to feel the way I felt, therefor I'm not alone, therefor ending my blues."

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask as Hunter finishes his story.

"It's because I can't teach you how to be better. The best teacher is yourself. Everybody is their own blueprint and only they can fix or alter theirselves."

I pause for the moment and nod, agreeing with what Hunter just said, but as I nodded, a hissing sound came from outside of the room. A flash of light runs down the hallway, and ends just as it appeared. Zap enters the room.

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I'm uncertain of whats happening at this moment and can only feel portions of my body as I can't see my surroundings. I can't hear anything except for my breathing and sometimes Hunter trying to talk to me, yet I can't wake up. Knowing that this isn't a flash forward, I struggle to determine if I'm a Hybrid or human as I can only feel my hands and face.

"Ella, your going to be ok, Zap is going to make you stop having flash forwards," Hunter says. "Your safe, you just blacked out."

I start to get lifted off the group as I start to day dream, thinking about myself being better then what I am; personality wise. I'm a hero, I can face my enemies with no fear, taking no hits from the enemy, being so brave to fight, not being a Hybrid. I start to drift away in my own thinking only to wake up, still in my mind, and I feel different.

"I'm different," I say as I can start to see. "I feel different."

"Yea about that, we might have changed your personality for a bit, if you can't tell I also have a different personality," Hunter says as he looks at me. "Just I don't have a different voice yet."

"I can sense that I'm different though, I feel like how I was before Ty put the needle in so that means that I'm basically..."

"Yea and you get the point. Also your going to have one more flash forward."

"Ugg. I just don't know though why we're here."

"Ella, it's that so many things happened that caused us to be here and what if we weren't? I would be fighting you right now, I might be trying to make you love me, or worse of all I would be under harder mind control by Gilbert."

I sigh and start to realize that I have been changed forever, personality and DNA wise, and I can't change back; all I can do is try to improve like Hunter did. Standing up I start to flashback to my weakest moments in my life, where I failed myself, not being able to push though my struggles that I faced at that moment. I start to walk to a different room, looking back often to see if the others are following me.

I sit down in a seat and start to cry, crying till I start to get light headed and dizzy, almost falling over. I look around the room and start to notice that Hunter was standing by the doorway, his back towards the door as only a bit of loose bit of clothes hangs from the side. Hearing soft whimpers from outside of the room, I stop crying and walk out of the room to see Hunter crying. Activating my hydrokinesis, I remove the water from the tears off my face and walk up to Hunter.

"Something up?" I ask.

Hunter just nods and looks away from me, continuing his muffled weeping.

"Come on Hunter, I know your not like this in the current time but please, can you tell me?"

Hunter sighs. "It's just your flashbacks, I'm worried about you and me, how am I going to make it through Friday at school with all red eyes, plus going into my two favorite things that make me the enemy! I can't stand this."

"Hunter you can, your str-"

"I break down into tears sometimes Ella, I just can't face that your going to hate which ones we are going to go into and I can't help you besides watching the show and playing game."

"Then let me watch and play the originals," I say as I look behind me, giving me a happy sigh once I realize I'm human.

"But you hate one of them so much that your going to be trying to run out of the room."

"Is it my friends show that has those ponies running around that the whole story doesn't make sense with the story line?"

Hunter nods his head as I see through his eyes that he's upset and that it's deeper then this situation, something is making him not him. Even though we might have slightly changed personalities, he isn't even like me at all, he still holds his personality in his eyes as he turns away, gesturing for me to follow him. "Ella, look at your memories that shape you, then come back to me," he says as I look down at the carpet "floor."

I start to look at them, flashing back to when it happened, though I feel a sadness storm inside me, returning me to my natural state,  breaking out of any swapped personalities that I might of had swapped. I start to get symptoms of flash forwards and sit down until my vision goes all black.

Here it goes, I think, my last flash forward.