CHAPTER 1: Creatures Living Their Life

Those who have knowledge of who we are just by one glance generally don't come near us. They fear our abilities, of what we are capable of doing. They misunderstood us as being dangerous when they don't even know anything. They think of us like we are witches who will curse anyone who will come near us just by an inch.

They think of us differently because we are different. Once the same, but was then changed. Life played a part on us, not fairly for it was never fair. And whatever it did to us didn't result well. It changed our whole being, our whole existence.

We are creatures that lost our path in life; we are experiments, creations, not by god but by humans themselves.

People will never understand us,

They will never encourage our presence,

They will never accept us for who we are.

It's funny when we try to live normal when we aren't normal.


We go by many names,'


We are like legends, but not like the legends that bring happiness to children when heard, the kind of legend that will scare them away and cause them to curl under their covers.

Just like characters in a story, we are given titles based on rumors that spread around like a virus.

They give as a name.

Those names are what we are known for, names that we carry around. We have an identity. We are known by many but never encouraged. Just by hearing one syllable of our name,

Fear takes over their face.

We are known to be monsters, and that is who we will always be to them… and to us.


'We take many forms,'


Humans.

They are foolish.

Selfish.

All they think is the safety of their self. Whenever they do something wrong, they blame in onto the other, and then blame the other, and when there is no one to blame… they blame it on us.

They think of things foolishly, they think of us as danger just because we are different when they don't even know anything. And how would they know anything when they don't even try to understand nor listen to us.

And so…..

We built walls around ourselves, ice walls around our heart, a mask, a barrier, a disguise, protecting us away from the world.

Becoming the monster, they thought we are.


ISOLATION


We tried to reach out, searched for someone to actually listen to us, we hoped for someone to realize we are not what they think we are. We wished for someone to reach out and embrace us with warmth. We dreamed of a family.

People ignored us like we don't exist.

We stroll the streets, forgotten.

We blend in and join the crown, unknown.

We played our roles in life, alone.


11:55 PM Burgess, Pennsylvania

The moon shone its beam on one figure standing on a rooftop.

White silvery hair sparkled in the light as the wind blew on it making each strand sway in different directions, his electric blue eyes searched for its target in complete focus as one pale hand hanged limply on his right side while the other was tucked inside the front pocket of his blue sweater.

And when his eyes caught something of worth, his pale lips turned into a wide grin revealing straight white teeth.

11:56 PM

And so he continued on the mission he was about to do.

"Jack Frost is about to nip someone's nose." The man said with a deep yet charming voice. And what he just said means something different… to him.

'Adrenaline.'

He took a step back with the word in his head flowing into his artery, to his veins, and then to his capillaries reaching every part of his body.

11:57 PM

'Confidence.'

He let out a large exhale and pushed his bare feet against the rooftop sprinting to jump at the other rooftop with controlled speed and as he did this; the wind followed him like a pet dog following its master wherever it goes. And in their wake they released a large energy of cold spreading around the area.

He was experienced in this kind of thing, in fact he had done it many times before, this was his job. The only thing that he could do best to survive starvation and live more days of his life. This might be called a crime, but to him, this was the only thing that saved his life.

And when he was nearing he edge,

He thrust his feet on the comforting cold stone floor of the rooftop and made a strong jump reaching 66% of the total distance. To anyone who was watching the scene below would have thought that he was falling for not reaching the needed distance which was 2 and ½ meter for a second there, but the man suddenly flexed his fingers and brought his arms over his head, and then suddenly-

Jack seemed to be flying, and while still in mid air, he did a 90 degree back flip catching the timing and in just one blink. Jack's feet were already placed on the rooftop.

Running…..

11:58 PM

Jack Frost took in his surroundings, once again searching for his prey. And there it was, spotted, walking down the street in the middle of the night, alone. A person walking down the streets drunk, all by herself, has a perfect opportunity to be grabbed.

Running….

The man grinned even more as this was his chance.

Continuing on his way down the ground by gracefully jumping from rooftop to rooftop going ahead of his target and jumped on a tree branch strong enough to hold him.

And so he waited for his kill, watching like an eagle waiting for its prey to take the trap.

11:59 PM

Humans really were fools. They go to parties late at night and dance all their problems away and then, get drunk. Jack had never really tasted the liquid that they call alcohol but he heard it could drive one's problems away. He has many problems, but he actually never bothered to drink the liquid. It wasn't because he can't; it was because he can't get any of the liquid.

11:59:55 PM

'Who would give a mutant with white hair alcohol?'

He is a mutant. And people don't go easy on mutants. And mutants won't go easy on people.

11:59:56 PM

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard steps nearing his way. His target was moving closer into the trap. Just have to wait for the right chance to jump in.

11:59:57 PM

She took another step forward, her blond hair hanging against her back while her bangs were pushed over their right eye.

She felt the cold wind slap her body causing it to shiver under her thick brown coat.

11:59:58 PM

His eyes kept on watching her every movement.

He kept on gazing at her from his view.

As the seconds continues to tick by, so was she nearing him step by step.

11:59:59 PM

Her green forest eyes scanned the area nervously.

She can't help but feel as if someone was watching her.

She can't help but feel that she should turn around and go away somewhere safe.

But she should have been imagining things because of what she just drank tonight.

And exactly at 12:00 PM

He jumped down the tree right in front of her in a quick motion and raised both his hands flexing his fingers as he did so.

The wind followed his movement like a mirror, reacting and obeying to every pull of his fingers.

And she was still as death as if she was being in a process of being frozen in her place.

He sprinted her way with murderous eyes and she just closed her eyes in fear of what was about to happen….

Her scream echoed in the middle of the night.


The wind suddenly vanished and so was the cold that it brought.

The blond opened her eyes.

Her body was cold with what happened earlier. And she was headshot with fear. Seeing the man who must be a mutant no more, she scanned her body for injuries and was relief that nothing was wrong-

Except that her bag with all her money and allowance was gone. She has been rubbed…

By a mutant.

Sophie Bennett is so dead when she gets home.


12:23 PM Burgess Forest

In a worn out and abandoned motel was where a small group of mutants usually come home from their entire daily schedule.

"Ruffnut! Did you drink all the milk in the fridge?" A man's voice called out from the worn out kitchen of the worn out motel.

"Nope, and we don't have milk you idiot!" Another voice called out from the worn out living room.

"What, we don't!?"

"We have so little stock of food you idiotic brother." Ruffnut shouted from the living room reading a novel about Romeo and Juliet.

Her twin brother, Tuffnut suddenly came out of from the kitchen with an almost rotten apple in one hand and slumped on the couch next to her taking a bite of his apple.

"You're eating rotten food." Ruffnut looked at her twin. It was more of a statement than a question.

"What? It's all we have left." Tuffnut replied at his sister words muffled by the food in his mouth earning a 'that's gross' face from her. "Plus, it not rotten, yet."

And then turned away from each other continued on their previous activities. Eating and reading when Ruffnut picked up a familiar smell coming from outside and her face lit up. "Jack is coming."

"What? Isn't it too early?"

"Its midnight."

"Oh. Hope his got something worth of eating."

Knock, knock. Knock. Tap tap.

"Yo guys! I'm home, and I brought something worth of celebrating."

And Tuffnut's face lit up at the news too and ran to the door turning the door knob excitedly and opened the door facing Jack in the face.

"Didyoubring FOOD?"

Jack was shocked at the sudden greeting but looked at Tuffnut in pity and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Uh no." Tuffnut's face frowned. "But I brought something worth of earning money for food."

Tuffnut's face turned into a happy face again. "Well, we should sell it and I can fill my stomach with meat."

Jack just smiled at his plan and walked in the room smelling the worn and burnt wood of their home. It wasn't enough but it was worth it.

Ruffnut then emerged with a grin. "And I want chicken."

Jack just sighed, it was tired night and a good night rest would do. Stealing wasn't an easy job. "Yeah, and I did most of the work."

He handed the bag he stole and the jewelries made of gold to the twins letting them do the rest of the work.

"Cool, were going to be rich." Ruffnut exclaimed looking at the tiny collection of jewelries in her hand and she proceeded into another room with her twin.

Seeing them gone, Jack threw himself onto the worn and torn couch near the window watching the moon shine in the black night sky. The wind and the moon was the only true companion he had tonight.

He smiled and allowed himself to be dragged by sleep.

'such a person who works so hard with no reward."

'We go by many names, take by many forms. We are MUTANTS.