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The Mutant Who Can't Change Back

Summary: A fic about Calypso and her student, comrade, and secret love interest, Spyke.

He is the mutant who can't change back. Not like Colossus or Iceman. He is what he is. I mourn his reality everyday. He must live with the realization that he can never go home, never go to the grocery store without being persecuted. He can no longer follow his passions. Whether he knows it or not, he is doomed to remain alone, secluded. To be down here with the outcasts wasn't what he wanted. He never asked to be the freakiest of the freaks, cast out by his own kind. One so noble should not suffer so unbearably.

"Calypso!" called Evan from his training ground. "I'm ready."

She got up from her seat as she had been watching him for more than an hour. He was training to spar with her. Her mind wasn't on this concentrated, strong, capable Spyke, but on the one who suffered silently and bore the weight of this... secret clan. The one who Calypso had relinquished her position of the Morlocks protector. He would be shunned and feared wherever he went. Had his body not mutated to this degree, he could still have somewhat of a normal life. All hope of that had been disgarded long ago. Calypso was more despondent than he could ever know.

He stood in a fighter's stance ready to go as always. Calypso shook her thoughts from that deep, dark chasm in her mind and forced herself to concentrate on the matter at hand. She let out a half-hearted kick to draw him in. As he attempted to grab her foot she twisted around and kicked him in the back. He got up. Two steady kicks. Very good. He had picked up a lot in hand-to-hand combat since he left the X-Men. Now he no longer had to rely on his powers, which were also growing exponentially.

He jump kicked and hit her in the chest. He smirked as she rebounded with a back flip. He enjoyed their sessions. Calypso was determined to not let her feelings get in the way. She could not let her weaknesses interfere with his training (as if he needed it). He quickly unleashed several spikes from his army and flung them at her. She dodged easily and attempted a frontal attack. He caught her fist. She twisted around to elbow him. He caught that, too. She was now looking straight ahead, her back to his chest. She could hear and feel his heartbeat. It was fast and labored. The tension...

She flipped him. He smiled, lifted himself up, and shot out two spikes with a red glare at the end. Calypso quickly leapt out of the way and the spikes embedded themselves into the chests of two cloth wrapped dummies attached to wooden sticks. They instantly caught fire. He jumped and licked out in mid air consistently, backing her up. She was up against a wall and he let two wooden claws protrude from his side knuckles on his right and, bracketing her neck. One slowly came out of his middle knuckle close to her throat (reminiscent of that scene in the first X movie). They both breathed heavily. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Spyke lowered his eyes understandingly. He removed his arm and she walked away headed to her wing. She glanced back longingly at him. He simply shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to a stereo on a table. He turned it on and lay on the cold floor with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.

~I am beautiful no matter what they say. Yes words can't bring me down~

Calypso looked on at her forbidden love. If only.

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