@031 None of us have parents. I remember my mother's face so vividly. I wonder what she's up to these days… @404
"Alright, bag him up and get him to the morgue."
Not even five minutes had passed until the police showed up to the scene. Lynn got in contact with her mother and informed her about what had just transpired. Lynn's mother got her squad together and arrived here quickly.
While an autopsy was done on the body of the blonde prick, I was being questioned by Lynn's mother herself.
"Did he says anything about the Hackers?" Lynn's mother asked me.
"No. I interrogated him to try and get answers about the Igniters and the Hackers, but he wouldn't cooperate." I answered.
When we die, the neurons in our brains are killed off and lost forever. The neurons are like save files in our brains that store our memories, personalities, emotions, and, some theories say, our souls. The brain is like a USB that's holds all of those files. If that USB is damaged whatsoever, then some of the save files would be leaked out and lost forever.
Some have said that our brain IS the soul of our body that remembers more than enough for an entire lifetime. Our souls then carry these memories with us to the afterlife.
I never believed in the concept of a soul. While there is SOME sense and explanation behind the very concept, but there's just nothing logical about it.
"Well, I guess we can't really say much about it now," Lynn's mother said. "All that data stored in this kid's brain is lost forever. We'll just have to keep digging around."
We really have our work cut out. Nothing about this situation seemed logical from the start.
Hang on...
"Wait," I exclaimed. "That guy. As a matter of fact, he did say something about the Igniters. It might not be much, but he said something about the Igniters having nothing to do with science. That they couldn't be explained with science."
I don't exactly get it myself, but it might have some sort of relevance to exactly who these Hackers are.
*BRRRIIIIIINNNNG!*
The bell for the next class suddenly came to life.
"Shit," Lynn's mother cursed. "Lynn, I want you and your friend to come with me. I don't want the other students here to know about what just happened. We can't have anyone panicking, ESPECIALLY right now."
*Fifteen minutes later*
"Ok, I do agree on having a talk about the whole situation, but..."
Lynn and her mother were happily munching on their tiny pancakes while slurping down chocolate milk from their giant cups
"...why here...?"
Lynn slammed her fisted hands onto the table. She looked frustrated.
"Are you attempting to make a joke," Lynn asked me through her gritted teeth. "What better place could there be to chat...than here~"
Her expression wet from cute puppy eyes to a hopeless romantic. Something about it scared me.
"Fhee's wight uun'ow (She's right you know)," Lynn's mother said with a mouth full of pancakes. "*GULP!* You're never going to find any other place as cute as this!!!"
"Not you too..." I said with a painful sore in my throat.
We were at a family restaurant that was famous for their tiny pancakes. I've come here all the time when I was about 11, but stopped when I turned 13.
The reason for that was because...
"This place is too childish!"
Both Lynn and her mother, as if in complete sync, turned there heads towards me with a scornful look on their faces.
"Mother, were those words audible for you?" Lynn asked.
"Why yes my dear daughter, and they sounded rather unpleasant," Her mother said. "Do you think we should give him a chance to apologize and beg for forgiveness."
"That's acceptable, but we only allow him one chance."
They both looked at me with gleeful smiles, but with eyes as red as a demon's.
"OK OK!!! I'm sorry, but can we please get back on topic!" I exclaimed, hoping that they would comply.
"*Ahem!* Right. So, you mentioned something about Grayson saying that these Igniters didn't follow the laws of science."
So his name was Grayson.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm not really sure what he meant by that, but I wanted to dismiss it as him trying to distract me. But that wouldn't explain why he committed suicide. I think he bit his tongue because he knew that he had to keep the secret about these Igniters hidden from us."
Lynn's mother looked as if she were pondering on my accusation
"I'd have to agree with you on that one," she said. "At least for now, since we don't really have much else to go from."
"What if these Igniters give others a completely new ability instead enhancing there current one?" Lynn suggestion.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I didn't mention it before since a lot was occurring, but Grayson never possessed any sort of ability to use light. He mostly utilized in Earth magic."
"Wait, WHAT?!"
I was completely surprised by that. What if she was right? What if-
"Not possible," Lynns's mother suddenly said. "Everyone possesses all abilities, but not everyone can control them all. You either have the mental capacity for it, or you don't. Most people just pick and choose which element that they want to use. Grayson chose Earth, but probably wanted to use Light instead."
Yeah. She's probably right. Nothing about Lynn's accusation sounded logical in the slightest. How could someone use an ability that they never had?
"Please forgive my daughter," Lynn's mother said. "She may be more intelligent than most people in this country, but she does tend to let her attention wander to...'other things'."
"What kinds of things?" I asked.
"God." Lynn said.
Lynn and her mother left me to pay the tab as punishment for disrespecting their childish restaurant and went home.
"I excused you from school," Lynn's mother had said. "You can just go home now."
As I was walking home, I started thinking of what Lynn said back at the restaurant.
'God.'
Huh. I never thought of Lynn as someone who believed in such an illogical being. I wonder why she thinks of god.
Is she a Christian? Man, those kinds of people are quite rare in this day and age.