This series is getting more reviews than I ever thought it would. It makes me so happy to write what comes naturally to me and have people like it. I'm also glad to see I'm not the only one who wonders what the life of your average mutant would be like. So thankyouthankyouthankyou a million times over. :)

Also, new LJ for anyone who's interested: ispork . Not much up yet, mainly my random thoughts on all things fandom/fanfic related. Add it, you know you want to. ;)


"I'm sorry my son, I simply cannot allow you to be a youth pastor."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful Father, but why not?"

"There are certain types we cannot allow to influence the youth of our church."

"Father, didn't you say that if the devil himself came to you asking to be reformed, you'd take him under your wing and show him the error of his ways?" The Pastor had said just that during the sermon he had made not one hour ago. William had been so inspired by the statement, that he decided he would look into becoming more involved with Holy Rosary.

The sermon had given him hope.

Reality had taken it away.

"Yes, well that's not very likely to happen, is it?"

"No sir, but I'm hardly the devil."

"That my son, depends upon who you ask."

William nodded, disappointed in the figure before him, who called himself a man of God.

He had moved to the city just over a year ago. Having come from a small town in the Midwest, he had found New York City to be quite an adjustment.

The first thing he had done was to find a church. He had been active within his little congregation back home, even leading their children's choir.

Most people thought intolerance was bred in little burgs like Hicksville, but he knew otherwise. The community was close knit. When he had sprouted blue feathers at the age of fourteen, he was still William to them.

Even if they had started calling him Blue Boy more often than the name printed on his birth certificate, It was affectionate. He was somewhat of a novelty to them. Hicksville now had its very own mutant!

And they loved him.

He had found more hate in the city by far- He supposed there was more of everything here.

More opportunity, which had led him to make the move in the first place.

And more hypocrisy , which showed its twofaced visage in the most unexpected and unwelcome of ways.

William got up to leave, when the Pastor called him back.

"You will be coming next Sunday, won't you?"