Hank McCoy's POV
I am having a confrontation at work today with a mutant. They had warned me that she was unstable, but I am not afraid. I had warned them that if they approach them incorrectly, then it might set them off. Mr. Thomas Banks obviously underestimated her power and got incinerated. Not that I am dis-owning my own kind, its just that I do not underestimate mutants. You should underestimate anybody, let alone insult them. I do not have the audacity to look down on anyone. The mutant's name is Sophia Alonnah Conners, aka Saphire. She is said to be a navy blue, with unstable powers and a beautiful body structure. Not that I am looking for a lover right now, I am looking forward to the being. I still wonder how she got herself on the Island of Alcatraz. Even I alone cant swim all the way over here. It takes one helicopter ride.
" Welcome, Dr. Hank McCoy, to Alcatraz Island."
" Thank you Dr. Ralph, not the easiest place to get to."
" Its was the safest place we could find. Thats why we keep the source of the cure here." She said to me while walking in the building.
" And what about Saphire's abilities? What is its rate?"
" You will see. You do know why you were chosen to do this, yes?"
" Yes." We soon arrived in the room that the incident from before took place. She was sitting in a chair, wrapped in chains and heavy robes. It just looked uncivil. I kno she almost killed a man but you have to have done something to perform her actions. Her hair was as dark as charcoal, naturally wavy and long. She just sat there; looking ashamed with her head bowed down. When I walked in the room, she looked up at me, with emerald colored eyes. I thought to myself Ohmystarsandgarters, she's absolutely beautiful. We just stared at each other. It was like I was staring at a midnight angel. And it enraged me to see her locked up the way she was, for being what she was.
" Saphire, there is some I would like you to meet."
" Hello, my dear. My name is Dr. Hank McCoy, secretary of mutant affairs."
" Hello." She said in a muffled voice.
" I am not here to insult you or harm you in any way. I am just like you."
" Really? I doubt that." She said and when she did this, objects in the room started floating and soon dropped back down. I turned back and looked at Dr. Ralph, and she looked back at me.
" Dr. Ralph, do you mind if we have some privacy?"
" Of course." She said signaling other people in the room to exit, along with herself.
" Thank you." I walked over to the table and sat across from her. We looked at each other for a good 5 minutes.
" So, what do we do now?"
" I don't know. What do you want to talk about?"
" How are you like me?"
" We are mutants, both of us."
" That doesn't mean that we are alike."
" Tell me how we are not."
" Okay. At the age of 1, oh yes, I remember things well, really well, were you locked in a cage all day and night, wanting to be loved? Your parents made you eat and drink out of a bowl, and had a leash around your neck. At the age of 4, you weren't aloud to come out of your room during holidays, and you had to pretend you didn't exist. Your parents thought you were a fucking monster, wishing that they could have a normal daughter and once they did, they completely shut you out of the picture. At age 7, people at your school stared at you and threw pencils, paper and spitballs at you and called you a freak, trash and garbage. At age 10, being put in a shed to sleep and do homework, not aloud to come out if you didn't need anything. Christmas, Thanks Giving, Halloween; no holiday existed in your life. You had nothing. No one loved you. You were left out in the cold shed in harsh winters, turning into warm animals to survive. No friends, hardly any family. Age 15, raped, once puberty hit. Killed the man who did it with your own hands. You got all A's on your report card and no one gave two shits. And then, one night in the shed, reading a borrowed library book, your mom comes in with a butcher knife hidden behind her back and says, 'Its time to put you out of your misery,' Trying to sound like she really cared about you. She takes two swings, and your instincts come in and you kick her so hard in the head that it kills you. Now you and your normal orphan sister have no where to go. You grandmother takes in your sister Delilah, and leaves you out in the streets to survive on your own for the rest of your life. Now you're nomadic; having no permanent home."
" Im sorry I had no idea-"
" Thats how we are not alike." It broke my heart to pieces.