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Twisted
He didn't just say that. No he couldn't have.
He's saying it again. "I'm a mutant, Mom, Dad." He's looking at me. "Ronny."
No. You can't be. You're my brother. You can't be one of those freaks. He starts going on and on about how his fucking school is a mutant haven and how everyone there learns how to control their powers and other crap like that. I don't know. I'm not paying any fucking attention. All on the news I hear of the mutant problem, how mutants are the anti-christ, that mutants are the worst threat to the world. And now my brother's one of them. This can't be happening. This isn't happening. I love my brother. He's normal. He's not a freak. He can't be.
His girlfriend then says "Well you should see what Bobby can do." And then it happens. He just reaches out and touches Mom's tea and freezes it like it's ice. Mom freaks out. She drops her cup and the frozen tea falls out. Oh my god. He is one of them. "I can do a lot more than that."
That's it I'm out. I run up to my room. He lied to me. He knew all along he was a mutant and he didn't tell me. We were close. How could he not fucking tell me? I finally reach my room and the poster glares at me "MUTANTS SUCK" yeah you got that right. My monitor is still on and it's the news. Mutant fugitive crap. Oh fuck that's Bobby's school. Bobby's a mutant terrorist. Without thinking anything else I call the cops as Mom asks Bobby if he's ever tried not being a mutant. No chance Mom, terrorists don't change. Bobby may be my brother but he's still a mutant.
Bobby's not following the others into that jet. He's staring up at us. Mom's holding the cat and holding me tight. As if telling Bobby that he's not part of our family anymore and I'm the only child. Their only child. Bobby just stares. Is that hurt in his eyes? No he can't be feeling hurt. He's a mutant, he'll go back to his terrorist school and go on planning to kill us.
But that is definitely hurt in his eyes. That is definitely not a terrorist looking up at us. Fuck he has to be a terrorist. I had to have called the cops on a terrorist who was going to kill us. I had to have.
Bobby finally backs away still looking hurt. He finally turns and runs for the jet. Mom grasps me harder. Yeah Bobby's a terrorist alright. A terrorist who freezes tea and "a lot more than that." Shit, what the fuck did I do.
The three of us are down in the scorched and shattered living room and the police just left after questioning us for an eternity. None of us move or say anything for a while.
Dad finally says "You did the right thing Ronny" although it's clear from the look on his face that he doesn't fully believe what he said.
Mom then almost yells "No Ronny you shouldn't have called the cops" although she clearly doesn't fully believe what she just said.
"Just leave me the fuck alone!" I scream and run up to my room. I hear Mom burst into tears. I slam the door when I reach my room. That fucking "MUTANTS SUCK" poster is still the first thing I see when I come in. The monitor is still on with the latest mutant news. Our house. Shit. I go over to it and turn it off. Dammit Bobby. Why the fuck did you have to be a mutant?
No. You couldn't have been born like that. You had to be born normal. Someone had to have turned you into a mutant. Xavier? How bout him? He had to have. It's the only explanation. After all, you didn't find him. He found you right?
Shit. I know that crap's not true. Bobby was born a freak. He was born to be a mutant terrorist. Yeah that's right. Bobby may be my brother but he's still a mutant. No, no that's not true. I know it isn't. The cold hard truth sinks in. Bobby may be a mutant, but he's still my brother. He showed it right as he left for that fucking jet. I called the cops on my own brother who loved me and trusted me. Shit.
I look again at that fucking "MUTANT SUCK" poster. Shit. Fuck. Nothing I know is right anymore. I yell as I rip that fucking poster down. Shit what the fuck is wrong with me. I have a mutant for a brother. I'm now my parents only and finally favorite kid just by default. I want my brother to be a terrorist just so I won't feel guilty about calling the cops on him. Just so I can say I protected myself and my family. I know I'm wrong. Shit I'm guilty of fratricide. I yell and scream and angry tears fill up my eyes as I rip the other fucking posters from my wall. Nothing makes any fucking sense anymore. Maybe I did the right thing, maybe I'm a hero for humanity. Maybe I'm evil and going to hell. Probably the latter. Shit I don't know anything anymore.