Chapter 2
"silly woman" snarled David, "oh, you can't do that, I'll ring your parents!" he muttered mockingly
"My Parents are dead you stupid woman" He screamed, kicking a chair "dead woman"
He had teleported to an underground cavern, beneath the streets of London. It was pitch black, but David had been here before. He had ordered it's construction. This was to be his base. There were people like him, teenagers like him, all being hunted by the government.
"The Bastards" David had exclaimed when he was first told. unlike them, David wasn't born different. He had chosen his fate after his meeting with the professor.
The events of the last two weeks had been like a dream for David; occasionally a nightmare.
Shortly after his mothers death, and his brother being in Iraq, David had runaway from his home in Liverpool. Originally, it was to get away from the bullies at his school, but after he had arrived in Reading, it became clear that that wasn't the only reason. Being in a care home was perhaps the only thing David hated more than his peers at school. One in Liverpool, he thought, would have been like walking into a hawthorn bush naked.
It was a thought best not reflecting on.
The Professor had found him in the city centre. David had felt like waling under a moving bus. The Professor thought it might have been more productive Getting David washed, changed, reported his whereabouts to the Merseyside police-who had by now put finding David there number one priority-and buying him a drink.
As far as David could remember, the Professor's exact words were " at least your not being hunted like a fox by the government scumbags"
"Why, who is?" asked David
"The future!" the professor replied
"the future?"
"Kids, such as yourself, being prosecuted for being different."
"That's racism isn't it? Isn't that what the government is trying to get rid of?
"yes, but their not being picked on for the colour of their skin,"
At this point the Professor had David's full attention,
"They, " the Professor continued, "have powers us humans can only imagine."
"what, are they alien?"
"strictly speaking, no, they're mutants."
"Mutants?" David was stunned.
"yes, mutants; They are what we will become, and yet the government dogs are treating them like criminals. It's not their fault, they didn't chose to be different..." the professor had tears in his eyes. David looked at him, then realised;
"who've you lost?" David asked softly
"My daughter, Siobhan, " The professor sobbed, then paused, "her power didn't even hurt anyone, she could just control and manipulate liquid, and ice, and vapour, hardly the sort of thing that could have felled an empire, but no, she was driven out of my arms by the fucking prime minister. America even sent their fucking agents over to kill her!"
"Did they kill her?" David asked
"No, she escaped," The professor sighed, "but she's on the run constantly, and i daren't go after her. You'd have to be a mutant to find her anyway. That's why i built..." he stopped mid-sentence
"Yes, built what?" David insisted,
" a machine that can produce a vile of liquid that will change you into a mutant. Once you've drunk it, the process is inevitable, but it waits, and reads your mind..."
"Woh, it reads your mind!?!" David was enthralled and, somewhat overexcited to hear of the professors invention,
"yes, to decipher what power it is you want the most. I completed it, but i couldn't bring myself to change. And i hate myself for it, but i just can't"
David looked at the Professor for a while, then spoke up,
"then let me"
"what? The Professor spluttered
"if you can't then i will, for you, for Siobhan, for every damn mutant being beaten up for being themselves"
"these bullies," The Professor asked, "how do they make you feel?
"like i don't belong on the same planet with them, like something they've stood in, like some sort of animal, like...like" David was getting more and more emotional, and even more angry with every word;
"then, if your totally sure..."
"i am, I am!" David seethed,
"then come with me, and you shall have the revenge you deserve!"