"Why did you make me this way?" She asked, holding back tears.

This is why you don't play god.

"Why do I not have wings? Why did you make my family hate me?" Cactus sobbed, her wingless shoulders heaving. "Why did you make me kill my own fiancé? Why is Grit dead!!"

I backed away, I had done this.

"Why did I lose my memory?" Nameless asked.

"Why is Lightslayer dead?" Einstein added, his own sad-colored face wet with tears.

"Why can't I hug my own son without being punished for it?" Corundum said, touching the burn marks on her body.

"Why are my sibs all prisoners?" Squlech rumbled.

"Why did you make me a coward!" Kraken hissed.

As they all got closer, I started to cry. This was my own fault... Their lives, shattered, because of me.

"Why am I really a scavenger?" Venom cried.

"Why is one sister dead and the other a mute?" Capuchin hissed dryly.

"Why did I have to be the traitor?" Dreamseeker snarled.

"Why couldn't I stop Fury from grabbing that bomb?" Ash whispered.

They came closer. One after another, asking their questions, that were becoming accusations. Why were their parents dead? Why did they not have arms? Where were their friends when they needed them most?

It was too much. I curled into a ball, each word of the ones I'd created sank into my flesh and soul like knives.

"ENOUGH!"

(Hope you like that short story I made in class, guys! I'll keep adding parts to this as chapters progress, maybe. If you want. Stay fabulous!)