Disclaimer: X-men and all those great characters are property of marvel.
Kate and her family are mine and so are all the others except Monk, who is
my friend Kt's creation. (He's coming later).
Outcast
1. Awakening
The girl sat hunched up with her back to the bedroom door. She had been like this for just under an hour but she didn't have the will or the energy to bother moving right now. There was no point going downstairs and trying to talk to her family. Her own parents had hardly looked at her since they'd found out that their youngest daughter was a mutant. Her deep blue eyes pricked with tears while she thought back to only the day before when her life had been normal, a world away from how it was now. She and her sister had gone down to the shops and browsed the records till they'd realised the time and run, giggling, home. Their mum had been furious then, they were really late, and she'd shouted. Then Kate had got angry too, her mum was being totally out of order and she had managed to spoil one of the few times when she and her sister had got on. Kate squeezed her eyelids shut, causing a fat, salty tear to dribble down the side of her face. That one-second of emotion had cost her so much. It was as if her anger had ignited a new part of her and she felt something awaken inside her.
From the moment her mum and her sister had seen the hooked claws slide out from their sheaths in her fingertips everything had changed.
She had of course heard of mutants before, how they were dangerous and there were lots of people demanding that they were eradicated completely, and she too had been scared. But her family knew her; she had been reasonably close to them all her life. Yet now she under the title 'mutant', they couldn't bear to be in the same room as her.
She finally wiped away the angry tears from her eyes, before looking down onto her now shining hands. Turning them palm up, she slowly drew out her cat like claws. After glaring at them for a moment she let them slip back into her fingertips in disgust. Had she really changed so much? She drew herself up, ignoring the stiffness taking hold in her back and neck then started gingerly to the other side of her room. After a few agonising seconds she forced herself to look at her reflection, after brushing away some tangled strands of deep ginger hair she was comforted by the fact that at least her appearance was still more or less the same. So maybe her pupils were more like slits instead of round but considering what some mutants looked like she knew she had got off lightly, at least she didn't stand out too much as a freak just by looking at her. And thank God she wasn't blue or something. At this last thought she almost smiled, but was brought back to reality of the situation by the muffled sound of her mother crying downstairs. Her forehead creased back into a frown and she went back to sit by the door.
What would come in the morning if she had to face her school friends seemed, if possible, worse that tonight's events, but she wasn't going to see them again. In the morning she would think of something, anything, so she never had to think of this place again. It wasn't going to be easy. She had no idea who would take her in now unless she could pretend she was normal. A few half-hearted plans drifted haphazardly through her mind but she never really believed any of them would actually work. She felt totally hopeless, the place she had belonged to for 14 years now couldn't see the back of her quickly enough.
It was winter, and a tired grey light from the window came in to rest listlessly on her bed. It was barely half past 5 but as it always seems in England the sun never hangs around for long, and she suddenly felt exhausted. Kicking off her shoes in the vague direction of the corner, she all but crumpled onto the bed. Not bothering either to change or even get under the covers, she curled into a ball, and gladly felt sleep begin to pull her down to a place where she didn't have to think anymore.
Outcast
1. Awakening
The girl sat hunched up with her back to the bedroom door. She had been like this for just under an hour but she didn't have the will or the energy to bother moving right now. There was no point going downstairs and trying to talk to her family. Her own parents had hardly looked at her since they'd found out that their youngest daughter was a mutant. Her deep blue eyes pricked with tears while she thought back to only the day before when her life had been normal, a world away from how it was now. She and her sister had gone down to the shops and browsed the records till they'd realised the time and run, giggling, home. Their mum had been furious then, they were really late, and she'd shouted. Then Kate had got angry too, her mum was being totally out of order and she had managed to spoil one of the few times when she and her sister had got on. Kate squeezed her eyelids shut, causing a fat, salty tear to dribble down the side of her face. That one-second of emotion had cost her so much. It was as if her anger had ignited a new part of her and she felt something awaken inside her.
From the moment her mum and her sister had seen the hooked claws slide out from their sheaths in her fingertips everything had changed.
She had of course heard of mutants before, how they were dangerous and there were lots of people demanding that they were eradicated completely, and she too had been scared. But her family knew her; she had been reasonably close to them all her life. Yet now she under the title 'mutant', they couldn't bear to be in the same room as her.
She finally wiped away the angry tears from her eyes, before looking down onto her now shining hands. Turning them palm up, she slowly drew out her cat like claws. After glaring at them for a moment she let them slip back into her fingertips in disgust. Had she really changed so much? She drew herself up, ignoring the stiffness taking hold in her back and neck then started gingerly to the other side of her room. After a few agonising seconds she forced herself to look at her reflection, after brushing away some tangled strands of deep ginger hair she was comforted by the fact that at least her appearance was still more or less the same. So maybe her pupils were more like slits instead of round but considering what some mutants looked like she knew she had got off lightly, at least she didn't stand out too much as a freak just by looking at her. And thank God she wasn't blue or something. At this last thought she almost smiled, but was brought back to reality of the situation by the muffled sound of her mother crying downstairs. Her forehead creased back into a frown and she went back to sit by the door.
What would come in the morning if she had to face her school friends seemed, if possible, worse that tonight's events, but she wasn't going to see them again. In the morning she would think of something, anything, so she never had to think of this place again. It wasn't going to be easy. She had no idea who would take her in now unless she could pretend she was normal. A few half-hearted plans drifted haphazardly through her mind but she never really believed any of them would actually work. She felt totally hopeless, the place she had belonged to for 14 years now couldn't see the back of her quickly enough.
It was winter, and a tired grey light from the window came in to rest listlessly on her bed. It was barely half past 5 but as it always seems in England the sun never hangs around for long, and she suddenly felt exhausted. Kicking off her shoes in the vague direction of the corner, she all but crumpled onto the bed. Not bothering either to change or even get under the covers, she curled into a ball, and gladly felt sleep begin to pull her down to a place where she didn't have to think anymore.