Seventeen Ain't So Sweet
"We've all dreamed of a normal life once; there is no refusing this because it is human nature to want to fit into the standards of society. Being a mutant is no walk in the park. Some of us will face alienation and discrimination because of what we are. Other's will hide and try to act like they are not so different from homo sapiens. And everyday that secret will eat them alive. Whilst the rest of us will pave our way into society and find the acceptance we all yearn in one another. It doesn't matter where you come from and what you've faced. It all comes down to how you act and react. It all comes down to how you represent carriers of the mutant gene. In retrospective of this new dawning day -- it all comes down to how you fight back to prove them all wrong."
She would be disappointed in me. There was no doubting that; I'd known she would be if she were still alive today. Mother had used to be my inspiration. She had been the person that made everything in the world brighter for me. She was the one that made me keep an unfathomable hope that one day all mutants would be accepted into society. I had been told that all I had to do was show everyone who I was and what I could be. She had been a mutant herself; not the strongest, but she still was one and so was father. The both of them had held a deep pride for the mutant gene that they carried and they had been ecstatic when it had been passed down to me. They weren't ashamed at all of who they were. They were proud to be mutants and it showed when they did not hesitate to let people know whom they were and what they could do.
Mom's words always had this effect on people. Homo sapiens might have feared her from the start but once she started talking, not even the most resentful of people could hate her. She had a gift with words and this glow about her. People liked to think that it wasn't possible for someone so kind and warm to be as evil or dangerous as the stories about mutants informed them. That was one of the main reasons why dad had fallen in love with her so much -- their love had been irreversible. Family came first and I was happy to have them as my parents.
But everything came crashing down when I turned twelve. The both of them vanished without a trace. There was no sign of where they could have gone or, if possible, who could have taken them. One moment I had left for school and the next I'd come back and they weren't there. It had taken about a day for it all to process, but when it did, I was lost. I didn't know what to do. I was only in the seventh grade and I was fearful of calling the police or going to school and informing a teacher. I was a mutant -- a young one -- and alone. There would have been no one to protect me if something went wrong and I was afraid that I would hurt someone unintentionally if someone came after me. My powers were unstable at the time because I had only developed them about a year before.
I didn't know what I was going to do. And then he came for me; Professor Charles Xavier.
He had said that he was a friend of my parents and that he was going to take me somewhere safe. A place where I could develop my powers and learn what all my parents had wanted me to know. He didn't tell me where they were and I didn't ask. After spending two whole days on my own I was too scared to know what had happened. I had thought it would've been better for me to hold onto some small shed of hope that they were still alive and not dead somewhere. I wanted to believe that I would see them again one day, even though, I knew in the back of my mind, I would not. Because even at that young and tender age, I knew that if I found out the real truth then I wouldn't like it. And I also knew that in the back of my mind, whatever had happened to my parents, had been for one reason and one reason only: because they were mutants.
And I would have no one but homo sapiens to blame.
Author's Note: I wanted to give this another go. The other story I had was unsatisfying because it was just too -- I dunno, typical I guess. This go around has actually got a plot because it ties around the power that my OC has. It actually makes sense and just doesn't seem thrown together. Erm, well I don't have much else to say except what I say in all my stories. Please leave reviews if you're going to put this on your favorites or alert's list -- I cannot stress that enough. If you're a writer than you'll understand why reviews are so important. So please, show some love!
[P.S. The first paragraph is from a speech that the OC's mother had given -- I just want to inform you just in case you didn't catch that.]