The New Mutant
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I stood atop a hill, tied to a wooden post as angry people raged on about mutants and their safety. I tried to move my caramel colored hand under the tight ropes, but it was no avail. The ropes were tied tighter than I could really undo.
Though I had little physical strength, I was certain of my mutant powers.
I could have easily escaped using them.
"Vile, disgusting mutant!" The leader, Winn, drawled, "You've been messin with our weather."
"I would not!" I shouted.
"Why hasn't he used his powers?" A boy asked.
The sight of him broke my heart. For someone so young to be mixed up in this, to watch this kind of idiocy.
"He's waiting. All the more reason for us to burn him, like the witch he is!" A woman shouted.
She was just as stupid as she sounded. IF I was a witch, I could have escaped long ago. I control the forces of nature, meaning I control fire and the elements, meaning I'm immuned to their pedestrian ways of torture.
"I am not a witch…that I know of." I said quickly.
"But ya are a mutant and we don't take kindly to your kind."
"Winn, I've lived here for five, don't you think I know that?" I asked.
Winn blinked at my defiant tone, "You're an affront to nature!"
My eyes grew dark, "I am nature." I said angrily.
Without a single ounce of hesitation, Winn threw his torch at my feet, causing the weeds they'd placed beside my feet to ignite. I stared at them with my dark eyes and watched as they cheered him on. This was the dumbest town in Oklahoma, by far.
The least progressive, as you can see.
I wondered how I'd gotten into this situation. I remembered how they had attacked my friends and knocked them out, bringing me here. Thank goodness I was pretty well versed in my powers or I would have definitely lashed out at the angry simpletons.
As I was deep in thought, I heard thunder and felt a change in the weather as the clouds began to swirl overhead. Lightning hit the Earth in front of the wooden pole holding me, causing the simpletons to stagger back.
"He's doing it!"
"No, I am not." I said with a smile.
"I am." Ororo Munroe said floating down from the sky as rain began to pour around us, "You cannot stay out of trouble, can you?"
I smirked, "Miss Munroe…how nice to see you." I said quickly.
I watched as the fire dissipated and a small fire ignited on the ropes, causing them to burn away. I stepped away from the pole and stood, watching as the simpletons scattered.
"I could have handled it," I said causing Ororo to stare at me with an amused look, "But thank you."
"This isn't a social call." Ororo said quickly.
"Of course it's not." I smiled, "Are you here to ask me to join your school again? I'm a little too old."
"We could always use another teacher." She said quickly. Her face turned to sadness, "It's about Professor Xavier…and Logan. And Scott…and Jean…"
I raised my eyebrow.
