The first time it was my own fault. One has to have perfectly steady hands for the work I was doing- one tiny twitch and your motor skills are gone- well, okay, that was never actually a danger. But I hadn't anticipated quite that much blood.
The second time I was lying on a slab in that dungeon in Odessa. The closest I came was right around the conductivity testing, I'd say, I seem to remember the staccato of electric shocks jumping my brain back and forth. That doctor--- [Laughs] You never did find anything other than telekinesis, did you, Noah?
The third time was you, Mohinder. First the spinal tap- lucky that went as well as it did. Not only did you manage to keep from paralyzing me, but the shock of the pain was quite the motivator. And then you shot me in the face, which we can't forget, can we? Although I wasn't really in danger by then. Too bad you hadn't done that earlier.
The fourth and fifth times were the Japanese man. And don't think I haven't seen you lurking about- not everything is locked against me, you know. When I first met you, you had- I can only assume stopped time in my moth- Virginia's apartment. You had your sword at my neck, and I didn't have a chance. But you hesitated. Why couldn't you do it? You would've been a hero, even in my eyes. But no, all you did was disrupt me in that private moment. How long had you been watching me?
You did manage to do it the second time- fulfilled the painter's prophecy, for as much good as that did. That sword caught me in the chest- not in the heart, thankfully. I've never felt pain like that before, I hope you're proud about that. After I flung you at that building, I spent my last remaining moments of consciousness using telekinesis to try and hold myself together. I knew it was useless, but I had to fight any way I could. After that was a long wash of pain in any way it could manifest- sharp or dull, bright and aching. I suppose I should've been glad for it, it meant I wasn't dead yet, but- I just wanted it to stop. It took months.
The last time was my fault again. Maya almost killed me, during our beautiful little picnic in Virginia. I pushed her to it, I had to know that I could get rid of that threat she called her brother. Even without my ability, I could tell that the control of her ability was her own- the lack of control was merely an emotional issue. So I pushed her from a standstill, and she had to control it or watch me die. My gamble worked out, in the end, but the way my lungs just stopped taking in air, the way everything in my body just closed off- I have to admit, I was almost worried.
....oh, I see. My very first curse? -well, since I've returned. That didn't take long. I hope you all enjoyed the storytime.
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