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Note: This begins at the first Cerebro attack.

Twisted Chapter 2

       Stop it!  It hurts!  Aahhhh!  Mom!  Dad!  They can't hear me scream.  I'm not even sure if I'm actually screaming out loud.  Oh God it hurts!  When will it stop?!  Help!  Bobby!

      And then it finally stops.  I'm lying on the floor sobbing.  Scared.  What the fuck just happened?  I roll over and look up at Mom and Dad.  They look terrified.  Mom's crying, what else is new?

       "Ronny, son, are you alright?" Dad asks. Worried because I'm his only son. 

       I nod.  Although any idiot can see I'm still scared.  Hurting in the aftermath of whatever happened.

       Mom helps me onto the bed.  "What happened?  What's wrong?"

       I shake my head.  "I don't know."  I don't say anything else.  I'm too freaked out. 

       Mom gets up and heads for the door.  "I'll get you some water."  Oh yeah wow, water.  That'll make sense of what just happened.  Dad follows her.  I give a completely humorless laugh, still crying from what just happened.  Dad's too scared to look at me. 

       Okay what just happened.  Oh god it hurt.  Bobby did you do this?  How could you?  We were brothers.  We were close.  You had to have done this.  It's the only goddam explanation.  Shit.  You knew I called the cops on you and your friends and tried to kill me for it.  Yeah it was you.  Everything I thought about you earlier was wrong.  You are a mutant terrorist and you just tried to kill me.

       Mom comes back with the water.  I drink it without saying a word.  I'm not crying anymore, but I don't say anything.  "Are you alright Ronny?" 

       Yeah Mom.  I called the cops on my own brother who ended up trying to make explode in front of you.  Sure Mom, I've never felt better.  "I'm fine," I say. 
 

       Mom sighs, clearly relieved that I actually said something.  "Your father and I will be downstairs if you need us." She leaves.

       I just lie in bed and stare at the wall.  What happened to my life.  2 days ago I still had a brother.  I still had a normal life.  Fuck this shit.  Nothing makes sense anymore.

       I go downstairs and see Mom and Dad in the living room.  I don't want them to know that I'm here.  I stand at the door.  They don't notice me.  Nothing new there.

       I can hear what they're saying.  Mom says "We never should have sent him to that school."  They're talking about Bobby.  "If we had just not paid attention, if we had just let it alone, he wouldn't have become a mutant."  Okay, whatever Mom.

     Dad jumps off the sofa.  "It's all my fault."

       Mom goes "William you know it's not.  You didn't know."  What is she talking about?  That males pass the mutant gene to their kids?  Way to rub it in Mom.

       "It's not that.  I…I allowed that son of a bitch into our home and he took our son and turned him into a mutant….freak!"

       Who is he talking about?  Xavier.  Oh my god.  Xavier.  Dad's right.  None of this would have happened if Bobby hadn't gone to Xavier's school.  Now it's starting to make sense.  Bobby couldn't have done that to me.  Even after I called the cops on him he still wouldn't have.  It had to have been Xavier.  Damn you, Xavier.  You stole my brother away.  You stole him!

       Dad finally notices me at the door.  The expression on his face changes from anger to concern.  "Ronny son are you alright?"

       I nod.

       And then it happens again.  Not to me.  But to my parents.  They suddenly have a weird look on their faces and then they start screaming in agony.  It's horrible.  I stare in horror.  What the fuck it's happening again.  They collapse to the floor still screaming.  I run over to help but I can't do anything.  Shit I don't know what to do.  I run up to my room and slam the door.  Goddammit I can still hear their screaming.  I hide my head under the pillow and start crying again but I can still hear them.  Make it stop.  Make it stop.  Damn you Xavier.  Don't hurt my family anymore.

       The three of us are down in the living room watching the President's speech.  What the fuck?  Is he saying that mutants aren't a threat.  That humans have misunderstood.  Shit what is going on?  Did he not feel affected either by whatever happened that nearly caused us to explode (or implode or whatever)?  Everyone on our damn street felt it.

       And then the President says it.  "The goal of this madman William Stryker's plan was to eradicate all mutantkind by sending a destructive force throughout the world that specifically targeted mutants.  However, this plan of this backfired, and soon mutants were not the ones being targeted anymore.  Humans were instead."

       I don't hear a word after that.  But?  Instead?  What the fuck is he saying?  I know what he's saying I just won't admit that it's true.

      His speech ends and it cuts to the reporter's commentary.  Mom doesn't want to hear it she turns the TV off.  I look at both of them and they have the same look on their faces that I have.

 

      Mom finally gets up the guts to ask it.  "Ronny…when your father and I were attacked…" she can't say it.  She knows the truth.  They both do.  So do I.  "Were you attacked again?"  Attacked.  Yeah that's a good word for it. 

       "Yeah, Mom.  All of a sudden it happened again and I was screaming like you were."  I lied.  Any idiot knows it.  Mom and Dad were almost killed after I was.  You know what that means right?  Shit.

       Mom and Dad believe me.  I think just because they want to.  They don't want to lose their other child to being a mutant.  There I said it.  I'm a mutant.  That's the only explanation why I almost died before them.  No wait.  If I was a mutant wouldn't I have been showing powers?  Yeah that's right.  I can't be a mutant.  I don't have any powers.  The President is just an idiot.

       We're setting up the dining room table for dinner.  Mom and Dad keep talking about the President and how dangerous the mutant problem really is and how they can't believe they voted for the guy and all that crap.  I'm not really paying any attention to them.  I can't be a mutant.  I can't be a mutant freak.  I'm normal.

       Dad breaks my train of thought.  "Ronny can you fill the glasses with ice?"  Sure thing Dad.  I take the glasses into the kitchen.

       And then it happens.  I reach the freezer, thinking about filling the glasses with ice and ice just shoots out of the freezer.   I don't even press the fucking handle and ice comes out.  I drop the glasses and they shatter.  Shit what just happened.  This handle isn't pressed and the freezer is still closed.

      Mom comes in after hearing the glasses shatter.  "Ronny are you alright?"  I turn around and at first I think the look on her face is the reaction to the look of shock on mine until she says "Ronny where did you get that ball of ice?"

   

      I look down at my hand and there is literally a ball of ice in it.  Okay where did that come from?  No no it can't be.  I could not have created it.  No way I am not a mutant.  I am not a mutant.  Make it disappear.

      And then it does.  It starts melting really fast.  It went from ice to water to… fire!  Shit my hand is on fire.  Mom's screaming.  No I'm not on fire.  I made the fire.  Shit I am a mutant.  Dad comes into the kitchen.  Shit I am a mutant.  They both stare in horror at me.  I can't take it I run up to my room.

       I don't think I've moved from this spot on my bed for ten minutes.  I can't believe it.  I am a mutant freak.  Is this what Bobby felt like when he found out?  Fuck I can't believe this.  I finally get up and walk to my wastebasket where I dumped the posters. I pull them out and look at them     "MUTANTS SUCK!"  Protect your human brothers from mutants" " Save Humanity from Mutantkind"  I can't believe this. 

       Guess  I should go talk to Mom and Dad.  And tell them what?  Sorry I scared you.  What the fuck do I say to them.  Is this what Bobby felt when he decided to keep it a secret?  Shit Bobby I need you more than ever.

       I head for the door and try to open it but it's locked.  Okay.  Why is my door locked?  "Mom!  Dad!  I'm locked in my room.  Can you help me?"  God that sounds pathetic.

       Mom says "No honey we can't." What?  I wasn't expecting that.  "We can't let you out until we find a way to cure you."

       I shout "What!" Did I just hear correctly?

      Dad's outside too.  He says "We can't let you out until we know how to fix you." 

      Fix me?  Shit.  I'm who I am can't change that.  They're crazy.  They're sick.  I hate what I am but the idea of curing me seems scary.  I can't stay here.  I tug again at the doorknob but it's definitely locked.  I look over at my window and see my opportunity.  I grab my wallet and put in my back pocket.  I go over to my window and dammit I forgot its jammed and won't open.  Shit what now?

      And then it hits me.  I stare at my hand again. C'mon I know you're in there!  Good, a ball of ice has finally formed.  I hurl it at the window and the window shatters.  Good.  Large enough for me to escape.  Mom and Dad call my name asking what that noise what.  Forget it guys.  I crawl out the window and reach for the nearest tree branch.  I hold on it as it droops down and I drop to the ground.  I take off running. 

       I'm past another house when I turn around after I hear Mom sob my name.  Dad's there too.  Mom's sobbing alright.  She's lost both of her sons.  Dad looks guilty, if his sons are mutants than its his fault.  Yep Dad no argument there.  I'm sad to leave but what choice do I have?  I wave goodbye one last time and take off running again.

       Where's Bobby's school?  Graymalkin Lane?  Westchester, New York?  Yeah that's right.  Shit it's gonna be a long walk.   I don't want to go to that place.  I don't want to go to anything Xavier but I want to be with my brother.  Everything will be alright when I'm with Bobby.  Yeah, and just yesterday I called the cops on him.  Shit what do I say to him.  I don't know.  I just continue to run into the darkness of the night.