"...y lo espirito santo. Amen."

I finished my prayer earlier than I wanted to, but in this airport the noise was getting to me, so I had to stop. Why didn't I wait 'till I got to the institution? I don't know, sometimes I have the strangest ideas.

And yet the safest.

I don't want to go to an american school, I've lived in Spain for most of my life, and living in Exeter, England hasn't exactly made me want to spend the rest of my life in an english speaking country. It's one of the only surviving areas besides London that still stand. I'll never understand why the Serna Monastary thought it would be a good idea to send me there, sure my english was 'promising', but still. There they were so boring, there was never any sun, and people act so... blind! That's why I don't feel any more comfortable about coming to Canada, but I need to come to this institution, I realise that now. If I do have...abilities, I must learn to use them. My friend died because of me.

He died. Because of me.

"Hey freaks, ever wondered if Jesus really does exist?"

"We're not freaks, if anyone's weird here it's you guys. Have you been taking drugs?!"

He was being his useful self, assertive, protective; I mean there's no reason to get picked on for being an EX-gene right?

"Just answer me, punk, are you an EX gene or what?"

"Yeah we are, why should that mean anything?"  The man's fist couldn't connect faster with my friend's gut if he tried. He went flying, I'd never seen a punch that strong before. I didn't know what to do. I had never felt more vulnerable and petrified in my life. There was no-one around to see this. We were on our own. And why did he say I was an EX gene too?

"Hey, leave him alone!" The leader turned his attention to me, I gulped. And that was the part I will forever be most ashamed of.

"D-d-don't hurt me! I'm not an EX gene, I swear!" I chickened out. The least I could have done was run away, get help, try and fight, no matter how much bigger they were than me. Only two days ago I had been rallying for equality in the centre of Exeter. I believed in nothing more than equality, getting rid of discrimination. Wasn't it the lead councilor of the London Survival Council who campaigned to get EX genes recognised as equals and not 'superiors'?

And I said then something I could never take back, something that would haunt my conscience for the rest of my life.

"Do what you want with him."

"Mr Charmer?

That woke me from my daze.

"Why are you crying?"

Huh? Oh that's just great. The first person who decides to talk to me in America sees me cry. What an impression I must give off. As they say in England: a sissy.

"And you are?" 

"Your ticket to the institution. Some fancy, old guy gave me a lot of money to take you there. Sorry if I interrupted something, but I've waiting just outside the arrivals lounge for a good time now, I didn't know if you was gonna show or not. Anyways you ready?"

"Yeah, it's not like I've got much to lose from this."

"How so?"

"Don't worry about it." 

We sat pretty much the entire journey in silence. Every time the taxi guy tried to start a conversation I shut him down. I didn't feel like talking, ever.

"Well, uh, I guess we're here."

I had no idea where 'here' was at all, I had taken a night flight, and the whole journey had been in darkness, who knew where we were? 

Que iba a hacer ahora?

Good question Jey, what was there to do? 

Start by making up to Daniel and the rest of the whole world for my cowardice, that's what.

"And you must be Jeyesho! Pleased to meet you, my name is professor Xeninta, I am the leader of this institute. I heard from the orphanage you lived in that you doubted coming here because you weren't really an EX gene?

The man whose eyes twinkled with dark stories nobody wanted to know held out his hand to me with a kind suggestion in his gesture- I shook it.

"That's right."

"Then why did you decide to enlist here?"

Good question.

"I..I'm not an EX gene."

"Well I heard rumours that you descend from a long line of Spanish Merisers, seems like we'll have to put this to the test."

What?! How could a man I had never met know as much about me as my fabled family history? I wanted to turn and run, to just hide and kill myself. I was worthless, lost and here, in front of a man who just by looking seemed as though he was peering into the very essence of my soul.

It seemed there was nothing else to do except the obvious.

Discover who I really am.

The End

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