Mutation

I groaned as I tried to sit up, which was a bad idea. The burning pain in my chest made sure that I wasn't going to do any moving for a while.

I couldn't remember where I was, just that everything was fuzzy. I hate it when things are fuzzy, usually means that something bad has happened, most likely to me. Though it would explain why parts of my chest felt as though it was knitting the muscles and flesh back together. That, in it's self, has to be one of the most creepy feelings.

For a moment it seemed normal, then logic kicked in and told me that I shouldn't be able to feel that. It waited a few seconds while I pondered that, then kicked me again when I realized that I shouldn't be healing that fast either.

I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was a whole lot of nothing. So I tried the next best thing, grunts and groans.

I could sense others in the room, but that was nothing new at this point. What was new, were the emotions coming from them. I couldn't make everything out, but there was the muddled combination of fear, deep sorrow, surprise, hope, and even a bit of jealousy.

It took me a couple moments to open my eyes, though once I did, I shut them tightly. Damn the lights were bright, and I whimpered in protest to them. I was careful the next time I opened them, allowing my eyes enough time to adjust.

Strangely, the people who were in here with me, were still just staring at me as though I were some freak. Actually I was use to that feeling, had been since I was little. My hair was very strangely colored, I thought it was cool though. As I grew older, people started assuming that I was dying my hair, but they still thought I was a freak for doing so.

Anyways, but to this moment. When I opened my eyes, everything was different, more intense. It was sort of like seeing everything for the first time.

I looked about in amazement, and I knew I had to see more. Carefully I shifted to sit up, gaining my voice enough to complain about the pain in my chest. I raised my hand to feel where the pain was coming from. Finding that there was a wound there, mostly healed by now. It was directly over my heart. Looking down I saw were the nastey wound had been.

I also noticed that there were other wounds, somebody had carved their name in me. Kadaj. I grumbled and growled to myself. Well at least I knew who tried to kill me. Again, logic kicked in. Kadaj had tried to kill me, and I was still alive, even though the wound really should have been the death of me.

It all came rushing back to me then, and I felt my stomach turn. I don't know why though, but thankfully nothing was in it at the time.

"D-Damon?" A voice called to me softly. I quickly recognized it as Yazuu. I could sense he didn't know whether to tackle me and kiss me because I was alive, or shoot me because I had been stupid.

"How about you kiss me now and save shooting me for later?" I offered him. This time I was able to see the suprise in both of their eyes. I had realized by this time that Kadaj was the other one in the room.

Yazuu smiled, and as I watched him, I could see that his face was stained with tears. I held my arms out for him. I didn't need to ask what was wrong, I knew perfectly well what those tears were for. Truth be told, I was most likely the reason for them.

He came into my arms and nearly crushed me, he was hugging me so tight. I hugged him back, then gasped for air. "Okay, okay. I know you're happy I'm alive, but take it easy, am still healing."

With a sheepish smile, which lasted only a few seconds, he loosened his grip on me. Though only long enough to pull me in for a deep kiss.

During which, I sensed Kadaj leave the room. He was not a happy person.