Neko Lacrymosa [An X-Men Story] Part One: Exceeding My Expectations
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Everyone has something they're good at. Everyone has something that they want to do. Everyone has dreams and everyone has goals. But not everyone is able to achieve them. That is how Michelle Winters felt. She was always average at every subject she took in school. There weren't any sports or activities that she was exceptional at. There was nothing that made her obviously special, she was was just average. Nothing made her special, except for one thing that she could never reveal to anyone. Not even her father. She was a mutant, not just any mutant. She could see death, just by looking into someone's eyes.
Michelle could remember the first time she discovered this power, she was thirteen years old, her mom and dad had gone out for a show and were running late. Her mother was tucking her in when she just froze. She was standing in the middle of an icy street. A tractor trailer was speeding on the opposite side of the road. Her parent's car turned the corner and crashed into the oncoming tractor. She sat in the middle of the road crying as her dad weakly crawled out of the car. Her mother died that night. She was struck by a tractor trailer head on.
She didn't tell anyone about the dream that she had had, not even her father. When mutants began to surface, she thought maybe she wasn't so unnatural and would tell her father. But he went into a rant about how he detested the unnatural, she kept it to herself.
The door slammed open, shaking that walls. A gun was pointed at her, her fathers finger on the trigger. "I knew you weren't normal!" He kicked a book across the room. Michelle
s diary, her eyes grew wide. "You knew your mother was going to die, and you didn't help her!" Tears were falling from his eyes.
"I was thirteen years old dad, I didn't know!" The gun went off, a piercing pain shot through her left leg. Michelle fell to the ground. She was able to jump out the window as her father fired another shot. As the gun shots ceased she rested against a tree, clutching her torn, blood soaked pant leg.
"Where am I going to go now?"