Finally, we were in San Francisco. It was such a beautiful city.
"We're finally here," I said.
"Hallelujah," shouted Rosie. "Let's kick this bastard's ass!"
"We're not going to make this violent at all."
"Alls, then what do you want us to do?" asked Austin.
"Do not do anything that involves insulting, violence, fireballs, lightning strikes, super speed, phasing, shapeshifting, morphing, burning, or destruction of any kind."
"Yes, you're majesty," moaned Trish.
We were landing on Alcatraz island. As we came out of the car, the guards looked at us.
"Who goes there?" asked the guard.
"What is this?" said Rosie. "The Kingdom of Enchancia? We're hear to see that damn healing mutant!"
"We're here for the mutant cure," I explained. "We're mutants too."
"Prove it."
"What do you want us to do?" asked Rosie. "Do the Hokey Pokey and slap our asses?"
"Let us in or else," I said to the guards.
"Or what, sweetheart?" smirked one guard.
Austin leaned anxiously next to me. I telekinetically removed their guns from their hands and floated them in the air. They quickly broke apart into pieces and fell to the ground.
"Get out of my way." I said.
"That's my girl," murmured Austin.
"You said no powers," whined Dez.
"I never said no telekinesis." I reminded him.
The five of us walked into the facility. A man came towards us. He looked like he was his thirties. He was bald and lanky.
"Mutants, eh?" He said.
"Who wants to know?" asked Dez.
"The name's Stone. Follow me."
He led into a room and sat us down.
"Y'all are here for the cure," said Stone.
"Hell yeah, Stone," said Trish. "Here to do what's right!"
"How did you people find a cure for mutation?" asked Austin.
"That ain't the question, Austin," said Rosie. She turned to Stone. "Why the hell did you people find a cure for mutation?"
"Ms. Rosie, it's only for mutants who don't want to be like this." Stone explained.
"And what do you mean by this?"
"A second chance."
"Okay, how did you find a cure?" I interrupted.
"There is a mutant with the power to weaken the power of mutants around him." said Stone. "We used his DNA and it's turns out to be a cure for all mutants."
"Stone, I kind of want to see this mutant," said Trish.
"See him? You wanted to visit him?"
"Do I stutter? I want to see this guy."
"I want to come too," said Dez.
"Count me in," I added.
"Alright. Fine. He's in his room."
"Ooh, a room," scoffed Dez. "What else do y'all have for him? A tuxedo and a top hat?"
"Good one, baby," laughed Rosie.
Stone led us to a room. Austin mumbled to me, "I'm gonna teach this guy a lesson."
"What do you think you're doing?" I whispered.
"Showing this cure that mutation is nothing to be ashamed."
"You honestly think that guy might want this too? Maybe he wants to be mutant like us."
"If he wants to just be a mutant, he shouldn't even be here."
"It might not have been his choice, Austin."
"This guy is a grown man. These guys couldn't have force him into it."
We continued to follow Stone. I don't get why my friends are being like this. This guy might be good or bad.
Stone escorted us to a room. It was a clear all white room. In the middle of it was a twin-size bed with camouflage sheets. Next to the bed was a little TV with a mysterious person in front of it playing a video game.
"Brandon, you have visitors," Hawk told him.
The person turned around towards us. His sudden appearence startled me. My heart dropped into my stomach when I found the mutant to be…a little boy.
He looked so young and so innocent. His age must've been between nine to twelve years. The boy had light brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. That face of his was so perfect and so angelic.
I glanced at my friends. Each of them looked at each other. I listened to each of their thoughts
What the hell, said Trish's thoughts.
Oh, my God, said Austin's thoughts.
They have a kid, said Dez's thoughts.
Just a little boy, said Rosie's thoughts.
None of them could believe what they were seeing. He was none other than a little boy.
"Hi, my name is Brandon," he said.
"Hi," I breathed. I took a step closer to him. As I did, I carefully tried to read his mind. My body jerked to a stop and I gazed at him strangely.
"Is there something wrong?" Brandon asked me.
"Your mind—I can't read it. It's like something is blocking your thoughts."
"I'm sorry. When mutants are near me, their powers don't work that well. I can't actually control it. I also don't think you would be able to use your powers on anyone else."
"Brandon, I'm Ally. I'm a mutant just like you."
"Are they like me too?"
"Yes, they are." I looked back at Stone. "I need to talk to you."
"I'll come too," said Austin.
Austin, Stone, and I walked outside of the room. When we stopped, I snapped at Stone, "What the hell is wrong with you people?!"
"Miss Ally, how dare you speak to me in that tone of voice," said Stone.
"Your cure is a kid? How could you do this? He's a little boy, practically a child!"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Stone, it's wrong because he's too young," Austin explained to him.
"Brandon is not that young. He's only ten."
"Ten?" I shrieked. "Y'all have a ten year-old in a government lab thingy. You know what I mean."
"Miss Ally, I know what you mean."
"A ten year-old does not belong here," said Austin. "Brandon should be going to school, hanging out with his friends, and living his life. He needs to be with his family."
"He has no family to come home to. Brandon is an orphan."
"And that still gives you the right to trap him in here?"
"You people are insane," I exclaimed. "You took DNA from a little boy and made him your cure for mutation."
"Our choice was to make the world peaceful again."
"We wanted that too," said Austin. "We just want to live in peace with humans. After everything my family and I have been through, we deserve it more than anybody alive."
"So what are you both saying?"
I blurted out. "I want to take him with us."
"Take him?" said Stone.
"That's right. Brandon needs to be with a family. He can be with us since we're just like him."
"You can't be serious. I mean teenagers raising a ten year-old boy. Wow, that's a comedy."
"Austin, let's go. We've wasted our time here."
Austin and I walked back into Brandon's room. He was talking and laughing with Dez and the girls.
"Guys, it's time to go," said Austin.
"Can you come back again tomorrow?" Brandon asked us.
"I don't think we can, Brandon," I said.
"Oh, it's okay. You know it gets pretty lonely here. I can't go outside and I can't talk to anybody my own age. Plus, it's nice to make friends with people just like me."
His speech touched my heart. I felt like crying as we said bye to Brandon.