Mutants. A race of peoples hated and feared by all 'normal' human beings.
All but one. When I'm on my own, it's easy to imagine that I might be like
them, that somehow, my genes could make me into a mutant. It's a lot easier
to dream about the impossible when I can hide from the fact that I'm not
like them. I never will be.
It's four years since my brother John became a mutant. Not to say that he wasn't one before that, he was just born that way, but it was four years to this day that his powers awoke. He was fourteen and I was just ten. He was my best friend, the only person in the world who I could tell anything, and I lost him.
A short chapter, I know, but the next few will be longer.
It's four years since my brother John became a mutant. Not to say that he wasn't one before that, he was just born that way, but it was four years to this day that his powers awoke. He was fourteen and I was just ten. He was my best friend, the only person in the world who I could tell anything, and I lost him.
A short chapter, I know, but the next few will be longer.