Story: From the Journal of Victoria Morgan
Chapter 1: November 22, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor. Don't sue!
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**November 22, 2003**
*Night*
Right now I, the well-mannered, aristocratic, and well brought up seventeen year old girl who is to inherit her fathers vast fortunes, is right outside a strip joint in Manhattan.
If my parents knew where I was, they'd have a heart attack.
Of course, if my parents knew *what* I was, they'd have a heart attack so I'm not really worried. It's a lose-lose type of situation.
I didn't mean to end up here. At a strip joint I mean. It just.happened. Like going for a walk and finding yourself outside a place you've been subconsciously thinking about. If that makes any sense.
I walk by this place everyday. Keyword here being *day*. I've never been here at night. Now that I am, I wish I'd never come.
People I vaguely recognize are swarming inside. I caught a glimpse of my former fifth grade teacher a minute ago. I never knew how many of the *normal* looking people were like me. Freaks of nature. God's little joke on us mere mortals. Like the belly-button question.
My mother still yells at me and calls me an unbeliever if I make even a small comment about belly buttons.
Anyway, back to what I was doing outside a strip joint for mutants.
Yes, I said mutants. That's what I am. A mutant. I can change into vapor. At times, it's really nice. I can simply change and then leave the house. Mind you, it's usually through the floor and out the front door, but still. Most teens my age would die for the power to sneak out of the house without their parents knowing.
Bad part is, first time I tried it, my neighbor was convinced I was a ghost and called the cops.
My parents were not amused.
That was two weeks ago.
Now, I'm at a strip joint, about to hear Magneto talk to us and try to recruit us for what he believes is the coming war.
I've heard him give lectures seventeen times in the last week alone so I know what he'll say. I don't know why I keep coming back.
Maybe it's because, in a small part of my mind, I agree with him.
War's coming.
What side am I on?
What side should I be on?
That's the question on everyone's mind.
*Later*
Well, tonight was interesting. Instead of just Magneto, some dude with extremely wild looking hair spoke.
The two seemed to know each other if Magneto throwing Wild Guy into the wall is any indication.
His name was Wolverine. Apparently, he has several reasons' he could agree with what Magneto preaches. He didn't say what they were but simply muttered something along the lines of 'damn Uncle Sam.'
He disagrees with Magneto though. He told us, point blank, that though sharing Earth has never been humanities defining attribute, we can do it. Without violence.
I don't know why, but I agreed with him. About the whole sharing- not-a-thing-we-can-agree-on thing. Still not too sure about nonviolent actions, though.
Another interesting piece of news is that Magneto spoke to me directly tonight. Apparently he noticed I had heard his speech seventeen times.
He offered me a place in his Brotherhood of Mutants.
I, in turn, asked why it couldn't be called the Sisterhood of Mutants. He chuckled. Not the answer I was looking for.
I told him I'd think about it.
Chapter 1: November 22, 2003
Author: BashfulC
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one but Vapor. Don't sue!
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**November 22, 2003**
*Night*
Right now I, the well-mannered, aristocratic, and well brought up seventeen year old girl who is to inherit her fathers vast fortunes, is right outside a strip joint in Manhattan.
If my parents knew where I was, they'd have a heart attack.
Of course, if my parents knew *what* I was, they'd have a heart attack so I'm not really worried. It's a lose-lose type of situation.
I didn't mean to end up here. At a strip joint I mean. It just.happened. Like going for a walk and finding yourself outside a place you've been subconsciously thinking about. If that makes any sense.
I walk by this place everyday. Keyword here being *day*. I've never been here at night. Now that I am, I wish I'd never come.
People I vaguely recognize are swarming inside. I caught a glimpse of my former fifth grade teacher a minute ago. I never knew how many of the *normal* looking people were like me. Freaks of nature. God's little joke on us mere mortals. Like the belly-button question.
My mother still yells at me and calls me an unbeliever if I make even a small comment about belly buttons.
Anyway, back to what I was doing outside a strip joint for mutants.
Yes, I said mutants. That's what I am. A mutant. I can change into vapor. At times, it's really nice. I can simply change and then leave the house. Mind you, it's usually through the floor and out the front door, but still. Most teens my age would die for the power to sneak out of the house without their parents knowing.
Bad part is, first time I tried it, my neighbor was convinced I was a ghost and called the cops.
My parents were not amused.
That was two weeks ago.
Now, I'm at a strip joint, about to hear Magneto talk to us and try to recruit us for what he believes is the coming war.
I've heard him give lectures seventeen times in the last week alone so I know what he'll say. I don't know why I keep coming back.
Maybe it's because, in a small part of my mind, I agree with him.
War's coming.
What side am I on?
What side should I be on?
That's the question on everyone's mind.
*Later*
Well, tonight was interesting. Instead of just Magneto, some dude with extremely wild looking hair spoke.
The two seemed to know each other if Magneto throwing Wild Guy into the wall is any indication.
His name was Wolverine. Apparently, he has several reasons' he could agree with what Magneto preaches. He didn't say what they were but simply muttered something along the lines of 'damn Uncle Sam.'
He disagrees with Magneto though. He told us, point blank, that though sharing Earth has never been humanities defining attribute, we can do it. Without violence.
I don't know why, but I agreed with him. About the whole sharing- not-a-thing-we-can-agree-on thing. Still not too sure about nonviolent actions, though.
Another interesting piece of news is that Magneto spoke to me directly tonight. Apparently he noticed I had heard his speech seventeen times.
He offered me a place in his Brotherhood of Mutants.
I, in turn, asked why it couldn't be called the Sisterhood of Mutants. He chuckled. Not the answer I was looking for.
I told him I'd think about it.