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SwitchBlade and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… please don't hurt me for using him too much…
CHAPTER TWO
NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 1, 7:01 AM, IN THE NOT SO DISTANT FUTURE.
I yawned as an alarm clock went off.
I didn't open my eyes but I knew it wasn't my alarm clock. This bed wasn't mine. I didn't feel any different, just a little woozy. I groaned as I remembered the park, the man called Sinister. I opened my eyes.
I wasn't in my room. These walls were plastered with anti mutant signs, whatever that meant. Posters of singers and bands I had never heard of. A small voice in my head told me they were the Metalloids, and why had I never heard of them? The voice scolded me for not knowing that mutants were horrible beings that terrified and even killed normal people. Yeah, in dreams, I thought.
I shook my head and I suddenly knew where I was, what the date was and that it was time for school. I still knew of course, that I was me, Aphrodite, and that Sinister must have sent me forward… or somewhere in time. I put my head in my hands. "Oh man… I was jus' askin' for trouble when I went to that park anyway…" The door to the bedroom opened and my mother stepped in. My real mother, the one in my time was here too. She was just…not my mother.
"Come on, get up Aphrodite! You'll be late for school!" My name I still had my name… I gulped. "Well don't stand there gaping. Get dressed Hon'." My mother left the room.
"Oh my…" I put my head between my legs and breathed deeply. "Oh my..." I got up and walked over to the white dresser. I opened the drawers and picked out an outfit. Habit made me sit down by the mirror and put makeup on.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had picked something that my real mother would have definitely not even let me try on. A low cut shirt and a high slit skirt. Not really school material. But I looked good. Like me. I had a little sharper face, white, not tan from days spent in scorching heat. My eyes were darker than usual, almost black. But, I still looked like me. (Except in different clothes.) Not that it mattered.
I sailed out my door and into the familiar kitchen. My mother was cooking something on the stove and my brother sat at the table eating breakfast. My… brother? I don't remember having a brother. He noticed me staring at him and snarled "What're you looking at?" I averted my eyes and sat down. Obviously he (Trevor! A voice chided me in my head.) wasn't a morning person. I sat down at the table. This would take some getting used to.
After mom had driven me to school I struggled to find my way to my classes and to remember friends. At first I felt it was impossible, but then I relaxed (God knows how.) and let my other mind kick in. The one who had lived in this time, in this body. She knew the halls and her friends and her teachers. At first I listened in on her conversations, but they were mostly about people I didn't know… and then the topic came to mutants…
"I'm scared. I think we should jus' kill them all." Said one blond girl next to me. "Yeah, they don't deserve to live... I mean who would want to if they were a mutant?" I stared at her in horror. We had mutants here and people wanted to kill them? "What are you looking at me like that for? Your dads the one who's in the F.O.H." I covered my expression quickly and said, "Oh I know, I hate them too…" I struggled for an excuse." I just saw… uh… this really ugly guy over there." I pointed over her shoulder. Who the hell are the F.O.H?
The bell rang and we all ran to our last class, history.
We named all the presidents after Bill Clinton, some people I didn't know. Then we went on to talk about how mutants came.
I gathered that they were people that had different genes that gave them special powers.
They were hated by most men and the people who supported them were usually killed or put into jail. The F.O.H that my father worked for, and the people that the students admired so much, were the Friends Of Humanity. People who would kill mutants for the goodness of mankind. Supposedly. The whole class seemed perfectly fine with this, happy and relieved even, while I was disgusted.
The bell rang and we ran out of the school calling good-byes and heading on our way home. As I walked down the street I heard voices shouting. I jogged around the corner (As well as I could in my skirt.) to find children throwing stones at another younger child. "Freak!" The children shouted. "Die freak!"
The child whimpered and curled into a fetal position on the ground. I could see the stones where making bruises on the child's sides, which were blue, so they were actually hard to make out. The boy was a mutant. He couldn't be more than five or six. The other children were maybe eight or nine. They were hurting him because of his different skin, or maybe powers. Well, if he had any he didn't want to, or couldn't, use them on the humans. There were three of them and one of him. I slid off my backpack. I had to help.
As I started forward a male voice called out, "Leave de boy 'lone an' I won' hurt you petites." A man stepped out of the shadows on the street. He was in a trench coat and had red hair. His looks were clouded with anger and his head was down, looking at the children, though it could be seen he was very good looking. He hadn't seen me yet and I didn't know if he was hostile or not. I backed around the corner to watch, ready to dodge in and grab the little boy.
The older children screamed and picked up more rocks to throw at the man. He took out a card from his pocket. It glowed with fire as he flipped it in his hand. The children grew silent, dropped the stones and backed away a safe distance. In fear the bullies ran. The man looked after them for a while and then knelt down to the child. "You alright dere?" He murmured. The child uncurled and sat up. He looked into the man's eyes and said something, so soft I could hardly hear it. The man nodded and picked the child up. He stepped into the shadows and walked away with him, down the street.
I walked back to my house thinking hard. I though we were through with most racism and sexism and now we got… mutantism? I shook my head. The world here isn't that different from the world back home, if you don't think about the mutants.
SwitchBlade and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… please don't hurt me for using him too much…
CHAPTER TWO
NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 1, 7:01 AM, IN THE NOT SO DISTANT FUTURE.
I yawned as an alarm clock went off.
I didn't open my eyes but I knew it wasn't my alarm clock. This bed wasn't mine. I didn't feel any different, just a little woozy. I groaned as I remembered the park, the man called Sinister. I opened my eyes.
I wasn't in my room. These walls were plastered with anti mutant signs, whatever that meant. Posters of singers and bands I had never heard of. A small voice in my head told me they were the Metalloids, and why had I never heard of them? The voice scolded me for not knowing that mutants were horrible beings that terrified and even killed normal people. Yeah, in dreams, I thought.
I shook my head and I suddenly knew where I was, what the date was and that it was time for school. I still knew of course, that I was me, Aphrodite, and that Sinister must have sent me forward… or somewhere in time. I put my head in my hands. "Oh man… I was jus' askin' for trouble when I went to that park anyway…" The door to the bedroom opened and my mother stepped in. My real mother, the one in my time was here too. She was just…not my mother.
"Come on, get up Aphrodite! You'll be late for school!" My name I still had my name… I gulped. "Well don't stand there gaping. Get dressed Hon'." My mother left the room.
"Oh my…" I put my head between my legs and breathed deeply. "Oh my..." I got up and walked over to the white dresser. I opened the drawers and picked out an outfit. Habit made me sit down by the mirror and put makeup on.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had picked something that my real mother would have definitely not even let me try on. A low cut shirt and a high slit skirt. Not really school material. But I looked good. Like me. I had a little sharper face, white, not tan from days spent in scorching heat. My eyes were darker than usual, almost black. But, I still looked like me. (Except in different clothes.) Not that it mattered.
I sailed out my door and into the familiar kitchen. My mother was cooking something on the stove and my brother sat at the table eating breakfast. My… brother? I don't remember having a brother. He noticed me staring at him and snarled "What're you looking at?" I averted my eyes and sat down. Obviously he (Trevor! A voice chided me in my head.) wasn't a morning person. I sat down at the table. This would take some getting used to.
After mom had driven me to school I struggled to find my way to my classes and to remember friends. At first I felt it was impossible, but then I relaxed (God knows how.) and let my other mind kick in. The one who had lived in this time, in this body. She knew the halls and her friends and her teachers. At first I listened in on her conversations, but they were mostly about people I didn't know… and then the topic came to mutants…
"I'm scared. I think we should jus' kill them all." Said one blond girl next to me. "Yeah, they don't deserve to live... I mean who would want to if they were a mutant?" I stared at her in horror. We had mutants here and people wanted to kill them? "What are you looking at me like that for? Your dads the one who's in the F.O.H." I covered my expression quickly and said, "Oh I know, I hate them too…" I struggled for an excuse." I just saw… uh… this really ugly guy over there." I pointed over her shoulder. Who the hell are the F.O.H?
The bell rang and we all ran to our last class, history.
We named all the presidents after Bill Clinton, some people I didn't know. Then we went on to talk about how mutants came.
I gathered that they were people that had different genes that gave them special powers.
They were hated by most men and the people who supported them were usually killed or put into jail. The F.O.H that my father worked for, and the people that the students admired so much, were the Friends Of Humanity. People who would kill mutants for the goodness of mankind. Supposedly. The whole class seemed perfectly fine with this, happy and relieved even, while I was disgusted.
The bell rang and we ran out of the school calling good-byes and heading on our way home. As I walked down the street I heard voices shouting. I jogged around the corner (As well as I could in my skirt.) to find children throwing stones at another younger child. "Freak!" The children shouted. "Die freak!"
The child whimpered and curled into a fetal position on the ground. I could see the stones where making bruises on the child's sides, which were blue, so they were actually hard to make out. The boy was a mutant. He couldn't be more than five or six. The other children were maybe eight or nine. They were hurting him because of his different skin, or maybe powers. Well, if he had any he didn't want to, or couldn't, use them on the humans. There were three of them and one of him. I slid off my backpack. I had to help.
As I started forward a male voice called out, "Leave de boy 'lone an' I won' hurt you petites." A man stepped out of the shadows on the street. He was in a trench coat and had red hair. His looks were clouded with anger and his head was down, looking at the children, though it could be seen he was very good looking. He hadn't seen me yet and I didn't know if he was hostile or not. I backed around the corner to watch, ready to dodge in and grab the little boy.
The older children screamed and picked up more rocks to throw at the man. He took out a card from his pocket. It glowed with fire as he flipped it in his hand. The children grew silent, dropped the stones and backed away a safe distance. In fear the bullies ran. The man looked after them for a while and then knelt down to the child. "You alright dere?" He murmured. The child uncurled and sat up. He looked into the man's eyes and said something, so soft I could hardly hear it. The man nodded and picked the child up. He stepped into the shadows and walked away with him, down the street.
I walked back to my house thinking hard. I though we were through with most racism and sexism and now we got… mutantism? I shook my head. The world here isn't that different from the world back home, if you don't think about the mutants.