And thanks to CKWan for helping me with this and editing. :)
This isn't an action or adventure fic it's more about what I would say if I were a mutant. So please, I repeat, review! And at the end is a poem from a book that reflected this so well!!! And I also warn you for my spelling errors, I'm not a good speller.
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I am but a simple being. Living from day to day. And I need the same things any other being would need: food, water, shelter…and love. Though for the way I am, I am looked at differently and I don't get what normal humans get. Ever since my adolescence I've been running. Running from my past, running from my future, and running from the present. At first I had hoped that I could make a difference, that I could change the way people thought of me and others like me. But the more I tried the more people ignored me. I have not given up all hope, the hope that myself and humans will be equal. But is there really such a thing? I now live wherever people don't know what I am, but when they find out that is just more of a risk for me. I have taken many risks since I have been on my own. I once saved a child and yet in the end there was no "thank you" but instead "go away" and "leave us be". There are others who save humans. They are good people, saving the lives of people who hate them and wish for their destruction. When I saved the child, the kid himself struggled to get away from me even when he would have died without my help. That was what made me see that what I was wishing for, hoping for, was a dream that might not be seen, at least not in my lifetime. I have had the thought of punishing people for what they were doing to us. But that would only make me exactly like them. And I have to prove that I'm better then them, more mature. If I were to retaliate, they would only make me more of an outcast. I have to show that I can take what they shove down my throat. I can, no, I WILL be the better being.
As I said, I'm a simple being. I don't ask much. Just acceptance and love. Peace. Peace sounds very nice at the end of a long day. Particularly when I lay my head on a hard, cold floor, the latest place I can stay where I have a short amount of peace.
I'm not writing this to change your mind, whichever way you have it set. I just want to tell my short tale, in hopes that it not changes minds, but makes others aware of the other side of the story. As that guy on the radio says, "And now you have, the rest of the story."
I am but a simple mutant.
All creatures bleed the same blood, be they man or be they beast. Our fates are intermingled. Wheresoever spills the blood of any of earth's creatures, there spills the blood of man.
~ Dragon's Milk
