Addams Estate - Gothic City (21 Hours Ago)
"Why are you here? Why aren't you in D.C. with your father? You know he needs your support." Her inquiries were increasingly irritating. Didn't she understand the trauma he felt so deeply? Her motherly concerns fell in comparison to the truths he had uncovered.
"Dammit Noah, I thought you were getting better. I thought with all the therapy sessions, you'd be cured! Dammit Noah. When are you going to grow up? Where did I go wrong? ---"
"Y-You're not m-my mother. You're not my blood." Noah shied away like an infant frightened by the possibility of punishment. He evaded her touch, discomforted by the idea of being consoled by blood not his own. "Stop it." He pulled at his hair, grinding his teeth, truthfully disturbed as she latched her arms around his waist.
"Baby please, you weren't suppose to know. You weren't suppose to find out. Your father, your real father....didn't believe the nest was meant for you. You were too bright....too good for that life. You were an angel." The Gothic Prince bit into his bottom lip, repulsed by the deceit that circumvented his entire existence.
"Get off me." She didn't listen, tightening her grip, vicing her offspring like a paranoid mother. "No, you don't get to be upset. You don't get to be my mother. Not now. Not after all this time." He heard her thoughts, conflicting thoughts, some emoting hefty regret whilst others echoed sins best left unsaid. Noah wanted to empathize with her, he wanted to understand the purpose to this petty game, but the neglect and abuse manifested by his parentage caused this interpersonal turmoil.
"I just wanted you to know that I understand why I've been such a disappointment. I haven't been a man. I haven't done anything worthwhile. I've been lead to believe I'm some progeny, but I'm just a cosmic joke." He chuckled an honest chuckle, bemused by his own sayings, even stroking his mother's hair with a playful intimacy. "That's going to change. I swear it so. Tomorrow....I begin anew."
"Baby, don't say that. I'm proud. I'm so proud. You're the man this family has always wanted. I-I may not have been the best mom. I-I know that, but I've always loved you." Her arms relinquishment and the momentary separation felt almost liberating. "You've helped so much with Addams Corp, especially since your father got elected." She's lying. She's lying through those tobacco stained teeth. End the suffering. End it now. "Wait what? What's tomorrow? Noah?"
"Shh. It's okay mom. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay, because you won't be around to see it."
Washington D.C. - Rally for Humanity (Now)
He hollers along the cooling winter breeze, enchanting the audience with his hatred and narrow minded idealism. It's almost alluring, the vibrato of his voice tempting the notion of suicide. He doesn't outright say it, but poetic euphemisms are enough to get a homo sapient weak in the knees.
"My father is the greatest asset to this nation's economic, employment, and growth as a society. We are combating terrorism in the best ways this government and its' subdivisions can possibly handle. However, my support for mutant kind does complicate things...especially considering my dad fathered one." He smiled, smugly raising his father's forearm upward with an instinctive telepathic command.
It's that punchline that causes a unanimous remembrance of my existence and how it plagued my father's initial running at presidency. Nothing says hypocrite like a human extremist with a mutant activist bastard. The hilarity is unbecoming. It's a shame I don't have my own reality show on E!
"I could say I hate my father. I mean he represents everything I despise, but I see the merit of jumping on the mutant hate band wagon. Which in turn is truly ironic considering your past. Wink, wink." His trademarked self-entitled demeanor prevails during a time of mental uncertainty, but the realization that there weren't any cameras dampened the fun in this little escapade.
"It really saddens me to see the lack of cameras. I guess my dad isn't as popular as he thought." He snidely mocked his forcefully paralytic father whilst telekinetically placing an anti-telepathic helmet onto his holy crown.
"Nevertheless, I've got a back up plan. Everyone. All two hundred and eighty-six attendees, please take out your highly priced phones and witness the first ever mutant assisted suicide." I'm sure Jack Kevorkian would be so jealous. "Now....die." Noah snapped his fingers in a poetic fashion, raising his head as if the heaven's shone down upon his greatness, so much so he considered taking a selfie. "They'll finally know my name." You've done well my little avatar....you've done me proud. To think this is just the beginning.