|Brisbane|08:30|

| Avliso POV|

Early morning light filtered into my room through my curtains making me groan in frustration. We got home around two thirty, so I’m very tired and groggy. Slowly, I fell out of my bed onto the wooden floor covered in fluffy rugs. Pulling myself up, I rip open the curtains to be met with a sunny morning.  It was peaceful to look out my window at the city down below. As much as I hate my parents, they have the money and the resources.

My room was decorated with presents that my sister and brother have given me over the years. It was nice to be able to decorate my own room as the rest of the house was bland and boring. Though all the room screamed luxury and expensive as to show off our wealth or something along those lines. Though the apartment was quiet, it always drew me up the wall with its silence.

Ever since Helena and Percy turned sixteen, they were allowed to live away from the main house. They still lived under my mother and father but in their own houses. So, they were never around anymore but it is not like they even stayed in the house long. When you turn thirteen in our family you're allowed to exit the house whenever you come ‘responsible’. So in only two years and a month or so I will be able to leave the house without anyone's permission.

Wandering into the bathroom, I look at the marble counter that look so stupid.

“What the hell!”

My dark purple flowing hair now turned back into the snow white and my skin as pale as ever. And those glowing lavender eyes that just stared into my soul. Soulless eyes that didn’t seem to be my own eyes. Though my hair was silky smooth and flowed perfect down my back with not a knot in sight. Maybe a plus of being dead?

Again, my heartbeat was missing, which made my body seem cold and empty. A quiet buzzing sound echoed around my mind as my eyes couldn’t stop looking at myself in the mirror. My fingers tap on the counting recalling my heartbeat to chase away the painfully silence.

Forcing my eyes closed, I focus on the tapping on my fingers to remove the painful sound of the ringing. But when I heard the familiar sound of my own heartbeat, I opened my eyes to be met with my normal silver eyes.

I’m back to normal? I try to silence my heartbeat. My hair flowed into white, my eyes swirled into purple, and my skin faded. Again, I focus on creating a fake heartbeat until my own starts again. That’s so weird, weirdly cool.

So, I can become ‘alive’ if I want but only if I imagine… hear? Doesn’t matter, but it is helpful knowing that I can hide well. Let's call it my other form for now.

To be logical I can now switch between forms either a human or a Xeon.

Maybe I should invest in a fit bit to track my heartbeat. It would be nice to be able to make sure I keep up the human form. Strutting back into my room, I grab one of the many empty notebooks and start writing. Just laying out the basics that I know and experiments and questions that I have such as.

Who was that man?

How did a portal open?

Do I have power, and if so, what are they?

Can I heal faster now?

Just the basic questions are easier than others. Like if I get a scar in one form it transfers to the other. Both forms have the scar across my neck. Though to point out in the human one it's very faint while the Xeon form its very obvious it’s there.

And can I still get hungry well if my body demands it? Though eating a few bites of toast does say that I don’t need as much as before. Maybe it's a psychological  thing instead of the actual need for it. But I’m not in the mood to test that anytime soon.

Do I need to breathe? Yes, but not as much as before (around once per minute) and in my Xeon form not at all.

It was fun experimenting on random things that pop in my mind. It distracts me from the undeniable truth. I died and came back alive as the one thing that all countries agree to kill. Not to mention that my family's job is to make weapons against Xeon and use their corpses for experiments. Why out of the twenty-five million people in Australia I’ve been placed with the curse.

Going to the kitchen, I start prepping for my lunch.

“FUDGE BUCKETS!”

The knife in my hand stabs into my hand. Well, anything off the list, I can in fact feel pain and can bleed. Quickly I wash the wound then dress it without bothering to disinfect it. Gods do I need to stop zoning out one day it's going to be the death of me.

Well, my second death of me.

The apartment feels more like a prison some days with how empty it felt and how it has no personality. It has been over ten years living here. Outside of my room it doesn’t feel like mine. Only just recently my room felt like mine after I personally decorated it. Mom and dad won’t be back until tomorrow meaning I’m home alone pretty much.

Swiping a plastic card, I open the elevator. So, you know how I said a tradition in a family was only when you're thirteen are you allowed outside without another family mission and their permission. While I never said I followed that rule. And it's not like my parents are ever around the house to see I’m not there. Plus, if my sister or brother had to pick me off and drop me off, they wouldn't snitch.

Listening to the boring elevator music, I exit on the first floor to be welcomed to a chilly air. What’s with receptionists and the air-con they always think it must be at the coldest setting. “Good afternoon, Molly,” I cheered at the young receptionists. “Afternoon? Oh, it is! My time flies so quickly,” she waved at me as I left for the front door. “Be safe out there Avliso!”

“I will.”

Summer heat wafts around me when I step outside to meet the brightly glowing sun. Man do I love Australia. Last night it was raining like no tomorrow and now there are no clouds in sight. Wandering around the city, my mind finally let itself relaxed and left itself empty. Loud music and rumbles of cars echoed around the streets.Music drifted around the crowded streets as people wandered around. The thought that if they knew that a Xeon was walking around the peaceful atmosphere (For a city that is) it would shatter.  I just let myself wander holding the dam of emotion at bay and let myself be numb for a while. It was nice and peaceful.

I didn’t even realise when I wandered into the industrial zone.

“AARHH!”

Snapping out of my trace, my head spinning around to find the culprit. What the hell made that noise. My eyes wander to an alley.

“Hello? Are you oka-,” my eyes widen at the sight of fresh blood oozing onto the floor from a woman. Panicked, I sprinted away only to hear the faint noise of groaning. I’ve heard those groans before. Xeon…

Staring at a window, my hair was now once again white. And those piercing vibrant purple eyes staring right back at me. A Xeon just like me…

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