Part Three: Chapter Eight: Shame

Shame? Psh. What’s that?

Shame? Psh. Doesn’t matter.

Shame? Psh. Never heard of it, but for the once.

Shame? Psh. Never felt it.

Sometimes I wonder, who am I? Ashton. Yeah, ‘s my full name. I’ve got no last name, since I deny my father. But what’s a name? Who am I, really? Am I just some nameless prodigy that everyone was scared of, or am I really a person? They didn’t even know me. They were afraid of me because I knew more than they did. Because of some genetic mutation that screwed up my entire life! Why couldn’t I have been a normal guy? When I was in the past world, I was a normal guy. Sure, people talked about me, but they talked about me just like they would talk about any other guy.

They didn’t have to know about the chip in my brain. About the communicator in my wrist. About the genetic mutation. About what had happened to me in the future. I remembered one time when I overheard that Nicole girl talking about me.
“Just look at those gorgeous green eyes. Look at his brilliant smile. His broad shoulders. His laugh. He’s so sweet, Lia. He’s just so perfect. How could I not love him?”
That’s all they saw. They didn’t see all my problems. It was actually kinda nice, escaping everything for a bit. But never once did I lose track of my purpose: to kill that girl, Lia.
Already that girl was rebellious. Her future husband would beat her because of that rebelliousness, starting a track of evil in that bloodline. And her descendant would be the one to start that accident that killed almost the whole world. But really, I didn’t care about the whole world. I cared about one person. I had only ever cared about one person. I would only ever care about one person. My little sister. So sweet, so innocent. So pure. So loving, so lovable.
I sighed as I stepped into the portal before me, to take me back to my home.