The Harm That Was Done
Somer
Disclaimer: Kristine is mine, the Marvel/movie universe is not. I'm making no money from this.
My name is Kristine, and I am human. But nobody believes me. Please don't leave me. I may look different, but I was born normal. I tested negative for the X-Factor, but a few days ago, a bright light hit me. It was during the conference of the world leader's, on Ellis Island. When a large amount of glowing white stuff started to flood from the Statue of Liberty's torch, I ran along with my friends from the house, into the street, trying to get away. But my friend forgot her kitten, and instead of her going back, I went back in her place. Just as I reached the kitten, the white wave went through the house.
When I woke up, the kitten was dead, and I had fur. Just patches, mind you, but it was real fur. I looked like a werewolf who had let a kid with scissors near her. My friend's threw me out, and when I tried to go home, my parents called the police.
I've been running for several days now, and I can feel my life fading away.
I always thought mutants were powerful beings who could move buildings and read minds. All I do is shed. A lot. And I have this incredible craving for raw meat. Don't run! Please don't run! I would never eat you.
Dogs taste bad anyway. Maybe a nice rat will come and visit me.
Oh, there goes another patch.
I've got a very comfy bed, filled with my own fur. It keeps me warm, and it also keeps people away, when they see me with white patches of skin showing throw the brown fur. I don't want to die alone, but I'm afraid of people. They might call the police, or worse, hurt me. I just want help.
My name is Kristine, and I am human. But nobody believes me. Do you?
Somer
Disclaimer: Kristine is mine, the Marvel/movie universe is not. I'm making no money from this.
My name is Kristine, and I am human. But nobody believes me. Please don't leave me. I may look different, but I was born normal. I tested negative for the X-Factor, but a few days ago, a bright light hit me. It was during the conference of the world leader's, on Ellis Island. When a large amount of glowing white stuff started to flood from the Statue of Liberty's torch, I ran along with my friends from the house, into the street, trying to get away. But my friend forgot her kitten, and instead of her going back, I went back in her place. Just as I reached the kitten, the white wave went through the house.
When I woke up, the kitten was dead, and I had fur. Just patches, mind you, but it was real fur. I looked like a werewolf who had let a kid with scissors near her. My friend's threw me out, and when I tried to go home, my parents called the police.
I've been running for several days now, and I can feel my life fading away.
I always thought mutants were powerful beings who could move buildings and read minds. All I do is shed. A lot. And I have this incredible craving for raw meat. Don't run! Please don't run! I would never eat you.
Dogs taste bad anyway. Maybe a nice rat will come and visit me.
Oh, there goes another patch.
I've got a very comfy bed, filled with my own fur. It keeps me warm, and it also keeps people away, when they see me with white patches of skin showing throw the brown fur. I don't want to die alone, but I'm afraid of people. They might call the police, or worse, hurt me. I just want help.
My name is Kristine, and I am human. But nobody believes me. Do you?