Hey guys! So its been forever since I've been on, but I've been very busy writing and fixing stories, so while I take down and fix my current stories, I will be posting bits of this already written story to show you guys that I still care and haven't abandoned my readers. As a heads up this story is only canon up to first class and follows an OC character as she learns about her mutant ability and struggles to decide what side she truly believes in.
"I understand" I say it, and I mean it. Lately I have understood everything. People, math. cars, video games, sports. I understand that if my
friend Kelly asks out Ryan that she will have her heart broken, because I finally understand the knowing looks that he often exchanges with
his best friend Luke. Except, her heart won't really be broken, because she doesn't actually have feelings for Ryan, she just thinks he's nice.
Of course she doesn't realize that because she has been raised to believe that liking a member of the opposite sex in any capacity means your
in love. I understand this on the same level that I understand the way the Spanish language works and what each word means, when two
months ago I was failing the class. I understand this the same way that I understand that if I was normal that I wouldn't understand any of it.
Of course right now none of that matters because there is a man wearing a purple cape and metal helmet sitting on my couch drinking tea. He
has just informed me that he is a mutant, a fact that I knew the moment I laid my eyes on him. Not because I understand, but because he is
a wanted terrorist. he has also just told me that I am a mutant. Something that I have understood to be true since I started to understand. He
tells me that he found me through his friend. He says that the woman knew I was a mutant when she saw my strange violet hair and eyes.
Though he refers to the Latina woman as his friend I understand that she is really his inferior, which is why she stands but the door instead of
sitting with us. He asks me what my mutant ability is, and I repeat my words from before.
"I understand."
The man frowns.
"I'm afraid that you will have to be more specific, child. What exactly do you understand?" He is confused. I understand why. I smile to show
him that I understand what he is feeling, and why he is feeling. The woman by the door also appears confused and I smile to comfort her. I
remember how frightening it could be to not understand. I release my smile before answering the mans question, because the answer is also
frightening. I meet his eyes and respond;
"Everything."