Still locked up inside my house, someone pays me a visit... and I wasn't exactly happy...

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Isolation in Vain

I sat silently, rocking back and forth on the ground, tears rolling down my face. I looked crazy. I wasn't going to watch television, listen to music, not even play a stinking board game! I felt that I should punish myself, and I can't recall why. I guess that I felt that being a mutant, I didn't deserve anything. And, though I decided to eat until there was no food left, I didn't touch a crumb. I was going to starve to death. But, while I was sitting there on my rug, this being the third day of my being a mutant, a voice echoed through my head, saying, "Corbeau..." I jumped up and screamed at the top of my lungs as if someone was about to kill me. I wasn't sure, I thought maybe someone really was going to kill me, I didn't know. I started running around the house, my name still echoing in my head. And it freaked me out because I wasn't the one thinking it. I think it's apparent now who is doing this.

I finally stopped running and thought that maybe the person was nearby, so I tried talking, in a weary tone of course, "Um, hi... I'm Corbeau Darkholme, and apparently you already know... I, uh, I don't do well when I'm dead, so, please don't kill me..." I held my throat, my voice, it, it changed. It was empty, I sounded like a female robot. "Ah," I said, to hear the creepy voice once more. 'What more could go wrong?' I thought. My voice before was so calm and cool, I could talk in a sooth tone and put a polar bear to sleep. Seriously, I tried it once, it worked.

Anyway, the voice returned in my mind, still echoing, but, my name was no longer repeated, "Kill you?" It heard me! "Why would I kill you? I want to help you." At that very moment, I knew that it was one of the mutant people who try and work out the mutant situation, trying to make new mutants used to it and be proud of it. It was one of them that my mom warned me about. She didn't really warn me, she told me about them, but, at the time, in my mind, it was a warning.

Then, suddenly, a girl came through the wall. A girl! Through the wall! I fell down from the surprise and screamed some more. She had brown hair past her shoulders. She paused, and I paused. I didn't expect her, and I'm guessing she didn't expect me to look so ugly. She snapped out of the daze, staring at my hideousness, and spoke, "Hi, you must be Corbeau Darkholme..."

"And you must be a mutant I really don't want to talk to, now, get out of my house!" I exclaimed as I quickly walked away and locked myself into a room. I was determined not to be seen. It was on my to-do list. But, it hadn't clicked with me quite yet, that, she had walked through my wall to enter into my house and that she could walk into the room I was in easily. Fortunately, at the time, I was in the bathroom, and I was caking powder and cover up onto my face. I had a long sleeve turtle neck, jeans, sneakers, and gloves on, so, the only skin showing would be my face. My hair I would have dyed later, and my eyes, I would have gotten contacts. But, that never happened, because this girl who walked into my house walked through the door again.

"Will this ever stop!" I shouted. I moved faster with the application of make-up, but, it only made my face a shade lighter than the dark fuchsia it was.

"Will what stop?" She queried kindly.

"You walking through things and me looking this way!" I moved faster, even though I knew that it wasn't going to work.

"You look exactly like a person I have... heard of..." She started, but, I cut in.

"Oh, did this person turn into some large ugly monster that the only thing it can do is destroy?" I know, weird thought, but, I was in an emotional state, I was letting every absurd idea get to me.

She hesitated before answering, "No, you look like this one woman. Except, her skin is blue, her hair is red, and her eyes are yellow."

"Great! She's primary and I'm secondary!" (Referring to colors.) Again, weird statement, but, once more, I was emotional.

"Okay... she can morph... shapeshift," she noted.

Here's my thinking: 'What? Is she saying I can shapeshift too? What in the world is shapeshifting?' "What in the world is shapeshifting?" I asked, apparently speaking my mind.

"You can turn into different people, maybe animals, I don't know. But, you look exactly like her, skin wise. With the scales..."

"You can just stop it! I don't want to hear it! Now, leave or else I call the police on you! ...Go!" Then, I pushed her, hoping that she'd go back through the wall, and, happily for me, she did.

For some reason, I believed that I bought myself some time to get away. So, I opened the small window in the bathroom and climbed out of it. I began running down the slight decline of our backyard and hopped the white picket fence. The way I hopped it was placing my hands on the top, jumping up, and swinging myself over... remember, I was on different teams, including gymnastics, and I was also on the school's cheerleading squad. Out of nervousness, I look behind me, and I saw her chasing me! Why was she chasing me? But, that urged me to go faster across the park that was behind our backyard. I glanced back again and she disappeared beneath the ground! At first I thought that she was going to leave me alone, but, on the contrary. I kept running just to be sure, and when I looked back forward, she was coming up from the ground! I halted as soon as I could without falling and was feet away from this intangible girl. How she did that amazed me, and, yet, disgusted me. 'People should not be able to do that!' I continued to exclaim in my mind, reminding myself that mutants aren't good people.

"We just want to provide a comfortable home for you..." I could see she was getting sick of having to persuade me.

"Wait," I stopped her from continuing. "'We'? How many are a part of this 'we'?"

She thought a bit, and then answered, "There are probably one hundred students at most, and a couple teachers..."

"Students? Teachers? What is it, a mutant school?" I inquired, smirking.

"Sh! Quiet! Do you want the whole world to know?" She almost freaked out from my saying it too loud. "Now," she started, more calmly. "We would be more than honored to house you in the mansion. And, yes, it is a school as well. Everything is provided. And don't worry, you should feel comfortable there. Sure, many of the mutations have nothing to do with appearance, there are those who changed externally. Like you."

"I said stop it! I don't want to hear it! Do you want me to make it into a musical for it to get into your head that I don't want to hear anything of me and mutation? I don't even want to hear anything about mutants!" I shouted rather loudly, which drew attention. Some people looked at me, in light winter clothing, orange hair, and face fuchsia with scales. Those who saw me, their eyes grew large and they sidestepped away from us. I glanced all around me and everyone at the park got a look at me, thus, everyone started backing away. But, those who felt bold, stayed where they were, and even started walking toward us, very ire. The three or four that were heading in our direction frightened me, for as they made their way over where we were, they were picking up sticks and stones and one guy even picked up a branch.

I expected this girl to leave and let me get beaten for a reason I had no control over, but, instead, she grabbed me, which, by the way freaked me out, and took us underground. The feeling of going through things was very very creepy. So, I kept repeating in my head, 'It'll be over soon... it'll be over soon...' And, I was right! We came back up in front of my house. And, to my dismay, I saw more people there. And there was this huge jet thing parked partially in the road and partially on my lawn. I was in awe. The people in my yard were talking casually to this girl, so, I suspected that they, too, were mutants. Great. There was about two more, one guy, and another girl.

The girl who went through my house was conversing to this other girl, about her age, who was also a brunette, but, the front part of her hair was pearl white, "The Professor was right when he said that she wasn't content with her mutating..."

"What did I say about me and mutation?" I reminded, shouting from where I was. I didn't want to run away, for fear more people would chase me and wish to harm me. But, I didn't want to go into my house because the mutants were blocking my way, and plus, I didn't have the keys to go in my locked home. I considered going back through the bathroom window, but, it was too high, and there was nothing outside I could use to climb up and into the house. So, I remained there patiently.

The guy was pretty darn odd just standing there, but, even more intimidating. He had a funky hair style, long sideburns and what appeared to be in a grumpy disposition. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd laugh... or even smile, and he still really isn't. He glared at me, like he knew me. 'Okay! I guess I do look like some mutant you know!' I screamed in my head. 'But that doesn't mean I am her! So, stop looking at me like I am!' Unfortunately, he didn't read my mind and kept staring at me unpleasantly. I was rather scared of him, more so than the others.

He spoke to the intangible girl, "Kitty, can we get out of here now?" Kitty, huh.

"Don't ask me, ask Storm," was this Kitty's reply. Storm? ...Storm? Who's Storm? What kind of name is Storm? What sick and twisted mutant world am I entering? Such questions were processing through my mind.

This scary sideburn guy turned his head to the enormous, silver, and, mighty cool jet and asked, "Can we leave now?"

"What? Getting bored already?" A woman's voice came from inside the jet. I still didn't know why she was called Storm or even what she looked like at the time. She continued, "We'll leave when Corbeau is ready."

Kitty spoke up, "That could take a while."

"So true!" I said cheerfully. "And, it will take a while. Maybe even forever! And, if you guys expect to be invited into my home, you're wasting time. Now, if you don't mind, please move so I may go inside my house!"

"No," the guy sharply and clearly answered. I was offended at his awfully rude answer, while I so kindly requested him moving. That didn't quite make a good impression on me, I mean, I didn't want to be even in a mile radius of him, and, if I went with them, he'd be there. I concluded: Stay away from them, stay away from him and a multitude of even more mutants. I already decided the second part when I heard about these little groups, but, I decided the first part when he started to glare at me with despise.

They continued talking a little more, then, the brunette with white in her hair turned to me, "Corbeau, are you sure you don't want to come to the mansion? Everyone there is very kind and understanding. They all go through different changes, but, they go through them together. It's not as bad as you make it out to be."

"How do you know my name?" That question was bothering everything out of me. It was freaky, and I also wanted to know how was saying me name earlier that day.

"Professor Xavier (Note: He's back, y'know, in the new body, the guy that was in a coma.), the founder of the school, is a telepath, he can read minds. He saw you were a mutant and saw who you were and saw you were depressed. He can also speak with his mind," Kitty explained. Ah, made sense. I still wasn't convinced on going, and, I felt that I never would be.

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