Self Defense
by Benji The Vampire Confuser
The concept of Mutants belongs to Marvel Comics.
He sat, relaxing on the park bench, enjoying the peace and quiet, and the lunch he'd just bought. He'd had to get out of the office. He was lucky his boss wasn't a bigot like the rest of them.
Every now and then, he thought he'd go crazy from the looks, and snide remarks directed his way by his co-workers.
But fortunately, he had these lunch breaks to calm him down. It wasn't easy being an out of the closet mutant in the corporate world. He'd had to bust his butt even more than most people to get as high as he was. But it was worth it. He was a publicly admitted Mutant who'd beaten the system, gotten past the glass ceiling, and the brick wall.
He heard a small group of people approaching from behind, and sighed.
"Hey Mutie!" someone jeered. He wondered if it wouldn't just be easier to find a new bench. One not so much in the main thoroughfare of traffic.
"Hey Mutie!" the same person repeated. "I'm talking to you Mutie!"
He continued to ignore them. It always worked. Eventually they would get bored and leave him alone.
He heard, rather than saw, the brick aimed at his head. He ignored it as well. The missile bounced harmlessly off the force field that reflexively erected itself around him. Nothing had ever been able to penetrate it. Not even the Prime Sentinels that had come for him during that Operation Zero Tolerance.
He shook his head sadly. "I've been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding." the verse from a song that had been stuck in his head all day. He kept reading the paper. He'd finished his lunch.
His watch beeped, alerting him that he now had ten minutes to return to his office. It usually only took him five. He rose, folded the paper, still ignoring the crowd that refused to leave, and was still calling him names. Some tried to throw things at him, but he was unhurt, as usual.
"Who'd have thought Racism would bore me instead of pissing me off?" he wondered. Wading through the belligerent mob, he returned to his office. He still had a mound of work to do.
The End