The trouble with being a mutant in this world is the constant reminder that every few steps, there is probably a person who would rather see you dead. Especially when your mutation makes you look like a giant rat. At a certain point, an alley free of the homeless or druggies is like a mansion.

I woke up to a bucket of water being splashed in my face. The person behind the unwanted shower was a heavy set man with a massive moustache.

"Get out of the alley, mutie fuck!"

Oh, yay. It was going to be one of those days. I got up and shot him a loathing glare. My mutation made it very obvious that I wasn't 100% human. I resembled a rat more than an actual human.

Through trial and error, I've found that I can fit in spaces about 3 inches in diameter. It helps when you need food. No one expects a kid coming through an air vent. Or the Spanish Inquisition, for that matter. I also have an increased sense of smell and hearing. But the streets of Chicago didn't exactly bring the best sounds and smells.

I was walking through yet another alley when a lanky dude about the size of a Chihuahua blocked off one end. Not looking for an excuse for CPD to confront me, I turned around. A larger, more water balloon shaped man blocked the other direction. Goody! This outta be fun.

About twelve other guys came down the alley. My first instinct was to run. I looked around for a drainage pipe or other form of escape with no such luck. I puffed myself up as much as I could and shouted "Alright boys! I ain't ate in a couple days and I got a hankering for some whoop-ass. Y'all mind if I open a can?"

The best looking of the group, presumably the leader, stepped forward. He probably had something very important to say, but he was hindered by a blade emerging from his throat. Three blades actually, those of which belonged to what looked like the Texan version of Danny DeVito.

"We should leave now, kid." said the Shortstop. He smelled bad. Like death, cheap cigars, and beer. I leaned to see behind him to see most of the men dead on the ground. Deciding against angering the man with the foot long demon blades, I followed suit behind him. He lead me to the park near my usual hangout.

We arrived to a bare spot in the park. Like something out of a movie, a massive jet shimmered into view. The door opened and I got in, sensing Shorty's impatience. The inside of the jet was clean. Too clean. Hehe.

"So…where are we headed, Mr, ?

"Logan. I'm taking you to Xavier's Home for the Gifted. Now, shut up and enjoy the ride."

"Okey dokey."

Wonderful, another place for me to be outed. Ironic, ain't it. Outed from literal outcasts.

There is now need to fret, child. You will be accepted as one of us.

"Excuse me, Mr. Logan, but may I ask you if you are hearing British voices in your head? Becuase I am and I gotta make sure I'm not going crazy from stress."

"That'd be Chu- Charles. He is the Headmaster of the school."

"Oh good." Hello, Mr. Charles.

Hello. May I ask what your name is?

I don't really have one. Nobody has ever asked me that before.

Ah, I see. Well, we can't have that. How about…Marc?

That's better than nothing, Cheif.

You have arrived. Find Dr. McCoy and then find me for a tour.

I looked out of the window to see a large estate with kids on the campus. Fire and energy shot out from random places. The basketball court opened up into a latge cave. Once we landed, the door opened and I saw myself face-to-face with a 9 foot tall metal man.

"Hello, young one. I am Peter. Welcome to Xavier's Home for Gifted Children."

"Hello, Peter. My name is Marc. May I ask where I can find Dr. McCoy?"

"I see you have met the Professor. Hank is just down the hall of the left. Have a good day."

"You too."

I followed the Iron Giant's instructions and found my self in what looked to be an examination room. A hairy, blue figure hung from the ceiling. When he saw me, he jumped down with an impressive flip. He eyed me up and down.

"Hello there. You must be Marc. Hop up on this table for me. I'm going to run a few tests to determine the effects of your mutation."

He pulled down a large camera thing from the ceiling and pointed it at me. It made a pulsing sound for a few seconds and flashed. When I had recovered my eyesight, the good doctor was on the other side of the room with a computer. After a few minutes, he came back with a tablet.

"You have a thick coat of fur, possibly hinting that you were meant for colder temperatures. Your finger and toenails and teeth are sharper than most. You have no calcified bone structure, instead your whole skeletal systems is made of dense but spongy cartilage. Interesting. Your body seems to show a very strong resistance to bacterial infection. Your lungs are bigger than most and contain small air sacs, possibly for extended stamina or increased breath holding. In Layman's terms, you are an humanoid rat. No offense, of course."

"None taken, Doc. By the look of you, you aren't so human looking either."

"Tis true, my boy, tis true. Well, I'm done here. Professor Xavier is the foyer. Have a good day."

I went around, looking for the foyer. Eventually, the Prof. came to me. He found me in the kitchen, sitting on the cabinets eating various snacks.

"Ah, Marc. There you are. I see you have acquainted yourself with the kitchen. If you will follow me, we shall see the other areas of the school."

We traveled all over the school for at least an hour. By 5, the Prof. had let me go to my room. When I opened the door, I was welcomed with a shriek. There stood a girl about 9 or 10 years of age.

"RAT!"

So as a true gentleman, I did the only thing I could think of.

"LITTLE GIRL!" along with a similar shriek.

A blue figure popped into the room with a small cage. He looked at me and back at his cage.

I put on my best Texan accent.

"You're gonna need a bigger cage, hombré."

The blue devil boy bowed his head and said sorry at least 40 times.

"Chill out, bro! I was just messing with you."

"Ha, yes. I knew zhat. I vas also messing vis you."

"Marc" I stuck my hand out

"Kurt" He shook it

"Katie" said the little girl

I turned to the little girl and shook her hand.

"Well, Katie, I'm your new roommate. What's your mutation?"

"I can make things turn into sand."

"That's…cool?"

Kurt looked at us and thenbamf! He was gone. And with that, my fist day ended.