Tragic Teens
Part Two - Futile projections
My name is Danny, I'm normal really except for one thing, I'm a mutant, and life sucks. Actually it sucked, soon to be past tense. My mutant power is empathic projection, not that it matters much now! Or does it, could I really make a difference? I doubt it. Especially not against stupid Xavier's stupid original class!!!!
Well I'm facing the possibility of dying today, but not if you help me. Could you do that? Nope you couldn't, you're the innocent bystander who points and laughs as the filthy mutie dies, and my job as a student at the academy is to protect you people! I'm more scared than iv ever been before, but at least if I do die today there will be one friendly face smiling at me when I get there. My brother.
My brother and me had a fairly stable family life when we were kids livings in Northeast England. We were fostered our real parents were killed, so we were told. My biological mum was a mutant, she was killed because of that.dad died he wasn't even a mutant! Just a sympathiser. But iv learned that death is part of life and life is part of death, grieve and move on grieve and move on.
I liked being a child more than a teenager; everything was simple then when I was normal. No exams stress or girls to worry about, not to mention strange mutant powers emerging from nowhere. Our foster parents liked us hen we were kids, till we started showing signs of being different, we were different in different ways, but either way you look at it our foster parents hated us in the end. We lived while being hated and discriminated against.
I was worse off I was the mutant son. He wasn't scared to walk out side, he was free, he could do that. I couldn't, not without every dog in town going mad barking at me, in the end I could stop them barking at me, but not without a price. If I tried to stop them barking I could feel exactly what they were feeling at that exact moment, happy, sad lonely. Let's just say it was enough to keep me inside the house pretty much all the time.
My foster parents didn't care that I couldn't go out side, but after we ran away my brother looked out for me. I should be dead not him! And I'll take that guilt to my grave with me. My brother was gay, big deal, he was also proud of it. He lived proud all the way till his death, killed by those bigots. I could have saved his life! If I could have left the house without feeling totally overwhelmed and sick. My brother was also very honest about the way he felt, which my foster parents despised!
If they had wanted to I would have gladly let that mob kill me, instead of my brother he was a better man than I will ever be. He stood up for what he believed in and was even willing to die for his believes, I couldn't do that. The stupid thing is the reason they didn't kill me is because I'm a mutant I'm not worth killing, they knew I'd be killed by those robots that they see on the news, or commit suicide out of shame.
I think that deep down they pitted me, some of them at least, I could sense it. I was less than filth to them a mutant! The death of my brother led to suicide attempts and depression I was out there on the streets all alone, he couldn't look out for me anymore; I had to do it myself! I lived on the streets for a year, in cold northern England, Newcastle Sunderland and Gateshead before trekking across the country to Liverpool and eventually London. It was a cold hard existence, doing whatever I could to survive and I MEAN whatever I could. It was a time when my morals dropped considerably and I lots my self in hustle and bustle of the large cities.
Until last December, it was freezing cold Xavier found me and offered me a place at his school, which catered for my particular talents. I was very reluctant to enrol at the school, id never been in that environment for long periods of time, but Xavier said he had a specialist teacher who could really help me develop my talents so I accepted. Come on its America land of the free accept for mutants and which homeless person wouldn't accept that offer????? Only the insane ones! I even had a private tutor, Mr De La Rocha, soon called Manny for short, I made friends pretty fast even had my first girlfriend! She's called Gaia she's out there some where now in the same situation as me being hunted. By our friends our Teachers!
I should stop talking to you if I let too much information slip I'm dead LITTERALLY! Where am I??? This is all your fault! The Ex-men are coming!!!!! I always knew Magneto was bad but I never thought he was evil till now. What kind of sicko would trap the xmens brains and powers in cyborg body's he can control!!! There getting closer!!!! There's a subway in the distance, ill have to try and run to it they might not see me there!
"OK I'm in safe for now"
"Not any more mien freund" said a robotic voice behind me!
I run ...Looking behind me I see the robotic body of Nightcrawler and a purple flash!
I can smell brimstone. The icy cold realisation I'm going to die sinks in.
"NO" I'm still running I hit something and fall backwards.
"Nightcrawler its ok if your going to kill me your forgiven, I no this isn't the real you"
The robot smiles a wicked smile, which scares me even more.
"I'm not here to kill you, I'm recruiting you.but I want to have fun with you first, you're the replacement for empathy he's dead Gaia killed him, she will pay later!!!!"
I try to use my power to stop Nightcrawler but his combination of mind blocks and machinery is impassable. I hope the others do better than me!!! The last thing I remember is being beaten unconscious by him. Later I wake up I'm not in my body anymore though!!!
Part Two - Futile projections
My name is Danny, I'm normal really except for one thing, I'm a mutant, and life sucks. Actually it sucked, soon to be past tense. My mutant power is empathic projection, not that it matters much now! Or does it, could I really make a difference? I doubt it. Especially not against stupid Xavier's stupid original class!!!!
Well I'm facing the possibility of dying today, but not if you help me. Could you do that? Nope you couldn't, you're the innocent bystander who points and laughs as the filthy mutie dies, and my job as a student at the academy is to protect you people! I'm more scared than iv ever been before, but at least if I do die today there will be one friendly face smiling at me when I get there. My brother.
My brother and me had a fairly stable family life when we were kids livings in Northeast England. We were fostered our real parents were killed, so we were told. My biological mum was a mutant, she was killed because of that.dad died he wasn't even a mutant! Just a sympathiser. But iv learned that death is part of life and life is part of death, grieve and move on grieve and move on.
I liked being a child more than a teenager; everything was simple then when I was normal. No exams stress or girls to worry about, not to mention strange mutant powers emerging from nowhere. Our foster parents liked us hen we were kids, till we started showing signs of being different, we were different in different ways, but either way you look at it our foster parents hated us in the end. We lived while being hated and discriminated against.
I was worse off I was the mutant son. He wasn't scared to walk out side, he was free, he could do that. I couldn't, not without every dog in town going mad barking at me, in the end I could stop them barking at me, but not without a price. If I tried to stop them barking I could feel exactly what they were feeling at that exact moment, happy, sad lonely. Let's just say it was enough to keep me inside the house pretty much all the time.
My foster parents didn't care that I couldn't go out side, but after we ran away my brother looked out for me. I should be dead not him! And I'll take that guilt to my grave with me. My brother was gay, big deal, he was also proud of it. He lived proud all the way till his death, killed by those bigots. I could have saved his life! If I could have left the house without feeling totally overwhelmed and sick. My brother was also very honest about the way he felt, which my foster parents despised!
If they had wanted to I would have gladly let that mob kill me, instead of my brother he was a better man than I will ever be. He stood up for what he believed in and was even willing to die for his believes, I couldn't do that. The stupid thing is the reason they didn't kill me is because I'm a mutant I'm not worth killing, they knew I'd be killed by those robots that they see on the news, or commit suicide out of shame.
I think that deep down they pitted me, some of them at least, I could sense it. I was less than filth to them a mutant! The death of my brother led to suicide attempts and depression I was out there on the streets all alone, he couldn't look out for me anymore; I had to do it myself! I lived on the streets for a year, in cold northern England, Newcastle Sunderland and Gateshead before trekking across the country to Liverpool and eventually London. It was a cold hard existence, doing whatever I could to survive and I MEAN whatever I could. It was a time when my morals dropped considerably and I lots my self in hustle and bustle of the large cities.
Until last December, it was freezing cold Xavier found me and offered me a place at his school, which catered for my particular talents. I was very reluctant to enrol at the school, id never been in that environment for long periods of time, but Xavier said he had a specialist teacher who could really help me develop my talents so I accepted. Come on its America land of the free accept for mutants and which homeless person wouldn't accept that offer????? Only the insane ones! I even had a private tutor, Mr De La Rocha, soon called Manny for short, I made friends pretty fast even had my first girlfriend! She's called Gaia she's out there some where now in the same situation as me being hunted. By our friends our Teachers!
I should stop talking to you if I let too much information slip I'm dead LITTERALLY! Where am I??? This is all your fault! The Ex-men are coming!!!!! I always knew Magneto was bad but I never thought he was evil till now. What kind of sicko would trap the xmens brains and powers in cyborg body's he can control!!! There getting closer!!!! There's a subway in the distance, ill have to try and run to it they might not see me there!
"OK I'm in safe for now"
"Not any more mien freund" said a robotic voice behind me!
I run ...Looking behind me I see the robotic body of Nightcrawler and a purple flash!
I can smell brimstone. The icy cold realisation I'm going to die sinks in.
"NO" I'm still running I hit something and fall backwards.
"Nightcrawler its ok if your going to kill me your forgiven, I no this isn't the real you"
The robot smiles a wicked smile, which scares me even more.
"I'm not here to kill you, I'm recruiting you.but I want to have fun with you first, you're the replacement for empathy he's dead Gaia killed him, she will pay later!!!!"
I try to use my power to stop Nightcrawler but his combination of mind blocks and machinery is impassable. I hope the others do better than me!!! The last thing I remember is being beaten unconscious by him. Later I wake up I'm not in my body anymore though!!!