It started when I was little, my uncle would come into my room and he would touch me in places my mother had said no one should touch me. I was sixteen when he raped me for the first - and final - time. I had been telling him that I wasn't going to let him do this anymore, that he shouldn't be touching me - at all. He threw me to the ground, stripped me - as I fought him - and raped me. Someone got him off of me, but the damage was done. I was sent to live in Tranquility, Nevada, in the US of A, halfway across the world! To say I wasn't happy would be an understatement. I was furious. I didn't want to move but mother said I had to if I wanted to live far enough away that no one would know that had been hurt in such a way. I hated her logic, but she was right; not even my father wanted to see me after his brother raped me...I hated my weaknesses, I would hurt anyone who hurt my family - even if it killed me. That was promised myself on the plane ride to my cousin on my mothers sides family.
My cousin Samuel Witwicky, was gone on the day I arrived in sunny Nevada. I bump into someone and drop my carry on and my book, I flinch as I hurry to get my things picked up. I don't notice someone is helping me until I reach for something to find it not there where I knew it was a moment ago. I look up into bright, almost glowing blue eyes set in a handsome face. I can't help but check him out, and I would be damned to admit this to anyone but he is fine, even if he looks to be in his early forties, late thirties maybe.
"Are you alright?" He asks me, continuing to watch me. I blush, nodding my head and avoid looking into his eyes. I can feel him watching me as I look for Sammy and aunt Judy. When I spot them they are talking to the blue-eyed hottie-I mean-man I met earlier. I head over to them. I'm not even halfway to them when when aunt Judy spots me.
"MARKUS!" she calls to me. I blush as blue-eyes turns around and spots me in my aunts bear hug.
"Aunt Judy!" I nearly whine, "Can I breathe? Honestly aunt Judy, you're suffocating me!" to prove my point I was allowing my skin to turn a bit blue. (You see, my skin is naturally blue, and I'm not actually my parents son, they adopted me from a man on the X-Men named Kurt Wagner or Nightcrawler. I was my father's son through and through though I will admit not entirely seeing as I am gay, and he is not.) She pulls back and studies me.
"Still hiding it?" She doesn't seem at all happy with me hiding the fact that I'm a mutant. I nod a bit sad.
"It's not my fault though!" I tell her "The flight attendants were being vulgar about my tail saying stuff that I would rather not repeat at all! So I went and asked the captain if they could make them stop and he said he was too busy to deal with a freak like me! So I just hid in the bathroom for the entire flight and I didn't want any more comments so I put the bracelet on instead." To my happiness even Blue eyes was looking angry, even Sammy was looking mad-and he isn't one to get mad!
"Mom can we go and tell them who he is the son of? I mean they wouldn't treat someone who isn't a mutant like that! So they shouldn't treat the son of an X-Man like that! Or anyone whether they be famous or not!"