This is my first X-men fic so don't kill me if you hate it. I can't write in accents so you'll just have to add in the accent as you go along. If you haven't already been scared away from reading this then I guess you won't be so read on, and please review. Constructive Flames are welcome.
Sometime I sit and wonder, what my life has become. I'm an X-man, an unseen hero. But what good is it to be a hero when no one cares? I wake up every morning, with one question on my mind, Am I a freak? Or am I hero? It really depends on who you ask. If you ask any civilian, a mutant is a freak, plain and simple. But If you as one of my very close friends, they'll tell you that we are heroes. If you ask me, I wouldn't have an answer. I'm still trying to figure that out on my own.
Most people think that having supper powers would be wonderful, but their wrong. Every day I live in the constant fear that someone will find out what I really am. I once saw a horror movie where people of a village chased after a someone with flaming torches in their hands just because that person was different. Would people do that to me? Would they hunt me down, just because I'm not the same as they are? I really don't ant to find out, though some day I may have to.
Sometimes, I close my eyes, and for a second I feel normal. I feel like I'm the same as every one else. I have found myself dreaming about being normal. The dreams are quite beautiful, sometimes I'm walking down halls brushing by people and they can't feel my fur, or I'm in an elevator with people all around me and my skin is no longer blue it's a normal human color. I don't have these dreams often, but when I do I lay in my bed long after I wake up, just to keep the feeling I had.
Most of the time I have nightmares, odd huh? The Nightwalker, the most demonic looking of all X-men, having nightmares that scare him. In these nightmares I'm in class giving an oral report when my holograph shimmers and fades. I'm standing there in front of my entire class, and they're staring at me. They just keep staring at me, until someone jumps up from the back of the room and screams, "FREAK!" Then the entire class is holding torches and wooden stakes as if they are going to slay me like a vampire. I turn to run, and find myself face to face with another mob. I'm surrounded by people, the very people I risk my life to protect every day, they're chanting "Freak!" and throwing their flaming red torches into the air. I wake up there, every time. When I wake I'm covered in sweat and I'm almost to scared to move.
I know what your thinking. Your thinking that I'm depressed right? You think I'm just wallowing in my own self pity and fear, Or else you feel sorry for me. I'm not depressed though, only during those few moments of reality do I feel even the least bid sad. You see the truth is, if I wasn't a mutant then I wouldn't be an X-man, I wouldn't have such great friends. In the end, it all seems to work out on an equal basis. I know now what I would say.
So, you ask me now, am I a freak or a hero? I'm both. Really, it depends on when you ask. If you ask me when I'm with my friends and family I'm a hero. But If you ask me during one of those hard time when everything seems to be stacked against me I'm a freak all the way. Maybe, Being a freak isn't so bad though.
Yeah yeah I know it sucked. Kurt was probably out of character and all too. I just had an idea and went with it, even though I've only seen two episodes of the show. *runs away from all the angry readers with torches* Oh, and by the way I don't own X-men or any of it's charecters, If I did I would be making more episodes, NOT writing a fan fiction.
Sometime I sit and wonder, what my life has become. I'm an X-man, an unseen hero. But what good is it to be a hero when no one cares? I wake up every morning, with one question on my mind, Am I a freak? Or am I hero? It really depends on who you ask. If you ask any civilian, a mutant is a freak, plain and simple. But If you as one of my very close friends, they'll tell you that we are heroes. If you ask me, I wouldn't have an answer. I'm still trying to figure that out on my own.
Most people think that having supper powers would be wonderful, but their wrong. Every day I live in the constant fear that someone will find out what I really am. I once saw a horror movie where people of a village chased after a someone with flaming torches in their hands just because that person was different. Would people do that to me? Would they hunt me down, just because I'm not the same as they are? I really don't ant to find out, though some day I may have to.
Sometimes, I close my eyes, and for a second I feel normal. I feel like I'm the same as every one else. I have found myself dreaming about being normal. The dreams are quite beautiful, sometimes I'm walking down halls brushing by people and they can't feel my fur, or I'm in an elevator with people all around me and my skin is no longer blue it's a normal human color. I don't have these dreams often, but when I do I lay in my bed long after I wake up, just to keep the feeling I had.
Most of the time I have nightmares, odd huh? The Nightwalker, the most demonic looking of all X-men, having nightmares that scare him. In these nightmares I'm in class giving an oral report when my holograph shimmers and fades. I'm standing there in front of my entire class, and they're staring at me. They just keep staring at me, until someone jumps up from the back of the room and screams, "FREAK!" Then the entire class is holding torches and wooden stakes as if they are going to slay me like a vampire. I turn to run, and find myself face to face with another mob. I'm surrounded by people, the very people I risk my life to protect every day, they're chanting "Freak!" and throwing their flaming red torches into the air. I wake up there, every time. When I wake I'm covered in sweat and I'm almost to scared to move.
I know what your thinking. Your thinking that I'm depressed right? You think I'm just wallowing in my own self pity and fear, Or else you feel sorry for me. I'm not depressed though, only during those few moments of reality do I feel even the least bid sad. You see the truth is, if I wasn't a mutant then I wouldn't be an X-man, I wouldn't have such great friends. In the end, it all seems to work out on an equal basis. I know now what I would say.
So, you ask me now, am I a freak or a hero? I'm both. Really, it depends on when you ask. If you ask me when I'm with my friends and family I'm a hero. But If you ask me during one of those hard time when everything seems to be stacked against me I'm a freak all the way. Maybe, Being a freak isn't so bad though.
Yeah yeah I know it sucked. Kurt was probably out of character and all too. I just had an idea and went with it, even though I've only seen two episodes of the show. *runs away from all the angry readers with torches* Oh, and by the way I don't own X-men or any of it's charecters, If I did I would be making more episodes, NOT writing a fan fiction.