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Chapter 2: CaughtWhen I finally woke up, there were bright lights on the ceiling. My eyes hurt from the sudden brightness, and I squinted my eyes for them to focus.
When my eyes could focus enough for me to look around my area, I found out that I was sitting on a chair, with my hands and legs tied up with thick ropes. Across from me was a table and a man with about ten police officers behind him. Police officers? How did I end up dealing with the police? Then I remembered. It all came back to me in a rush. I was in a classroom with some stupid girls throwing papers at my head and I started getting mad and... I just couldn't believe what my next thought was. I had actually electrocuted people, and they got hurt and ended up dead. Even Tasha! Oh, I wish that never happened, I wish those stupid girls never got me mad or I wouldn't have gotten my mutation, or not yet. I wouldn't be a... a mutant! Why in all the people around the world did I end up as a freak? I have been caught by the police too! I started to think for awhile about the awful things about mutants until I was cut off by the man sitting across from me.
"My name is Mr. Smith and I'm here to tell you that I'm sure you now know that you are a mutant and has caused the death and injury of your classmates?" Said Mr. Smith.
"Well, yes. But I didn't mean it! I never would harm anyone or kill a human being!" I exclaimed.
"Well you have! You have caused death and serious injuries to innocent people! And for your behavior towards others, I send you to a mutant prison for life!" Roared Mr. Smith. Prison for life? Impossible! I didn't mean to do any of it! I didn't mean to become a freak of nature.
"Please sir, I beg you, don't let me go to a mutant prison please! I really didn't mean to do those horrible things! I swear!" I proclaimed. He has got to believe me, he just has to!
"Young lady, it is not my doing for you to go to prison, this is part of the United States law! Whether you killed on accident or purposely, you caused a death! And breaking the United States law means a serious criminal activity. There is nothing I can do to help you." Stated Mr. Smith. I sighed, I knew there was no way I could get out of this. After all, breaking a law is impossible to get away with.
I suddenly wanted my parents to be there. I wanted them to comfort me and saying that is was okay and there wasn't anything to worry about. But there was. I had tons of things to worry about. And I also knew my parents wouldn't do that, they hate freaks, but would they hate their own daughter even if she was a freak?
"I guess so, but can I see my parents?" I replied.
"They're on their way here already, but they will not touch you or give you anything, because that's what we have been told to tell them." Mr. Smith answered.
So I waited. I waited for about ten minutes until the door opened with my parents and my sister coming in with a frightened expression on their faces. Mr. Smith left the room, but the police officers stayed with guns pointed at me now.
"Hi mom, dad, Lily." I called. (My sister's name is Lily) They just didn't answer but stared at me with the same expression. Dad was the first one to speak.
"You... you killed people with your powers?" Dad said the last word with hatred. I looked down on the floor and nodded my head slowly. My sister and my parents got even more frightened and took a step back.
"What are your powers?" Replied my sister.
"I'm... I'm not so sure. I think it's to do with something with electricity." I answered. My family's expression went to frightened to hatred.
"Why did you kill those people?! And why did you use your powers?!" Yelled my dad.
"I didn't mean it! I only got mad at these girls who were throwing papers at my head and suddenly there was electricity flying everywhere!" I yelled back.
"Honey, calm down. There must be a way to help you." Said my mom calmly. I knew she was frightened and hated me too, but she always took something simple and slow. Not my dad, he just starts to get directly at the point.
"There's no way mom. You know that there's no cure for my mutation. And I'm going to a mutant prison for life." I answered slowly. My mom and my sister gasped, shocked from hearing that I was going to prison for life, but my dad just stood there beaming.
"Good! All of you freaks deserve to go to prison! You're lucky they're not going to kill you, because if I was in charge, I would have!" Dad yelled.
"Patrick don't say that! She's your own daughter!" Mom proclaimed. (My dad's name is Patrick) I knew mom wanted me to go to prison, but I also knew she didn't want me to die. She's not that harsh as my dad.
"She's not my daughter. My daughter died when this freak entered inside of her." Dad stated. I felt as if someone slapped me across my face. I didn't die, I'm still my dad's daughter, and he knows that doesn't he? Or did my human self really die and a freak took over me? I thought people said that mutants were born with the gene of mutation. My last guess was what I believed in.
"Dad it's still me. I'm still your daughter. It's just... I was born with the mutant gene." I told.
"NO! You're not my daughter anymore! You're a freak! A freak of nature! And you're not part of this family anymore!" Dad yelled. I started to cry, I cried so hard, I saw my sister even shed a tear. I think she felt sorry for me, but I knew she couldn't help me in the situation I was in.
I cried and cried showing my dad the empathy I had. But he turned his back on me and escorted my family out.
When they left, I was alone. Alone, but nothing with the police officers still having the guns raised towards me. I still cried and cried and cried until the door opened and some sort of swat team came in, grabbing every inch of my body so I wouldn't move. They lifted me up and took me out of the windowless room. They even covered my mouth to stop me from screaming.
Soon I was taken outside where bright sunlight hit my face making me squint from the suns brightness.
Later, I was brought into a van, and the swat team tied every inch of my body with chains and put some drug in my arm to make me weak.
After the drug effected me, I looked outside the vans window and saw my family entering their car, while looking at me with pity. Even dad, for he saw me in chains, but in a few seconds he recovered and put on his old stern face and went on to his business to get the car started.
I looked at my sister's face, she was crying so much that I think she cried loudly for that dad turned around and made her shut-up. I saw her mouth close and knew she hushed up, but her lips were trembling. I cried too, because I knew she didn't really hate mutants. She had grown interested in them over the past five years and studied about them. She understood how they felt, and so on. So she knew my feelings, and she never hated mutants even though my family does. She told me that two years ago, but not to my parents, she knew they'd get mad at her, I did too, because I hated mutants, but I didn't tell my mom and dad.
So I cried too, and then my eyes turned over to my mom. She was trying to hold back tears as possible as she could for that she didn't want dad to know she was crying. She hates mutants, but I once heard her say to my sister that if her daughters ever turned into a mutant, she would not hate us. I didn't know why she said that at first, but then I understood, because my sister told that question to her. Now I look over to my mom, and I see her turn around and look at me with a single drop of tear slide down her cheek.
I cried even harder. The swat people must have heard, for they put tape over my mouth roughly. I got mad and I thought electricity was going to fly everywhere, but it didn't. I soon realized that the drug was a use for me to not use my powers. I was harmless now, and I hated that. Not that I liked my powers, but it would be the only way for me to escape from this place.
I didn't bother looking at dad, because I knew he wasn't crying, or pitying me. I knew he had the face of hatred plastered across his face. But I knew one thing for sure; deep down inside, somewhere in my father there was the feeling that he still loved and cared for me, but he just couldn't find it. I still didn't bother to look, that would only get me madder from his expression.
Soon the van started and it drove down the road and I waited impatiently for where my stop laid next.
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