Heya peoples! Back from a break, hopin more people comment on this! However great thanks to SSfan for their lovely comment XD you made my day :P Please still check out I Will Control It, it ties into this. Still don't own the x-men XD Thanks!

Violet 3

I gasp and sputter, almost choking on the tube shoved down my throat. What the hell was going on? I shove the box off my lap, what are they thinking? My parents look at me confused, the panic shown through my eyes.

"Sweetie? Are you ok? Don't you like them? I thought you might like something small and deadly. Maybe I should have gone with what that sales person recommended. I just didn't see you carrying something like a Desert Eagle around. I didn't think my little girl would've like something big and showy," my Dad smiles at me picking up the box.

I can barely look at my father straight, have they gone insane? Who on earth buys guns for their kid? These things, they're killers. Does he expect me to actually walk around armed? My face pales, and the heat leaves my body, my stomach flip flops and I feel light headed. Millions of questions fly through my mind, but none come to my throat.

My mother nudges my father, "Dear, I think she's going into shock."

My father looks into my face then his smile disappears, "There's nothing to worry about kiddo, these are just for protection! With all those muties running around these days, you can't be too safe. I even heard a rumor this one guy is creating an army by starting a school for their kind."

These claims fell on deaf ears; I was still stuck on the fact that my parents had bought me GUNS! I was never one for violence; I learnt karate for defense against bullies. I think if it came down to it, I don't think I could shoot anyone. My mouth opens then closes, like I'm a fish drowning on land. I look up and stare at my father; I have no idea what to say.

"Honey, don't look at me like that," he places his hand on my shoulder, "I'm only doing this to keep you safe. I don't want to see you get hurt. Seeing you like this, I know you're just human. I realize I won't always be there. I haven't always been there for you have I? Only now do I realize how precious you are. I don't want to loose you." Tears stream down his face; I look closer and see the shadow of pain in his eyes. Maybe I had been too hard on my parents. Maybe they really did care; maybe I had been blinded by anger. I feel something wet slide down my face, and I realize they're tears.

"Its ok dad," I rasp and I reach up and embrace my father like never before. My mother slides next to us and places her arms around me too. My father presses his lips to my forehead, leaving them there for a while, he pulls away. He dabs at his tears with his sleeve.

"Well, I talked to my coworker and he's agreed to give you lessons," my father explains to me.

I nod, no way good I disobey now, he only wanted to do this for my protection. I give a faint smile, even though the idea of even firing a gun sends butterflies to my stomach.

A nurse slides my door open, "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Kiyoshi, but your daughter has an examination soon and visiting hours are over," she tells my parents softly, noticing the tears.

My parents kiss me goodbye and tell me they will be here tomorrow. I hug them; my father puts the lid back on the box and slides it under the bed. He tells me just for reassurance. However those being there make me more nervous then the supposed threat of mutants. I shake my head, and try to shake away the thoughts of the guns. The nurse returns, wheeling a wheel chair.

"Ah, miss, the doctor would like to run some tests."

I give her a fake smile and nod, "Will you help me up?"

She grips my arms and slides over my motionless leg, "Of course." My body is moved sluggishly over; I don't bother to help, knowing I wouldn't make a difference. Soon I'm sitting in a rusty old wheel chair being pushed towards an examination room. I think I'm getting x-rays and some scans. The rest of the night goes by in a blur, doctors talking to me, and machines scanning me, and soon I'm back in bed, exhausted.

I swing my head to the side and catch site of the clock on the bedside table. The brightness of the clock pained my eyes, 6:25. I can't go to bed now; I'll wake up at like 3 in the morning and throw off my eternal clock. Sighing I reach for the TV remote and turn on the screen.

The news flickers on and I'm greeted by a tall blonde woman with too much makeup and plastic surgery. She is standing in front of a large building, maybe a courthouse.

"Good afternoon, I'm Linda Jacob and this is USA Today news. Minutes earlier in the US capitol building in Washington, Senator Kelly proposed the idea of mutant registration. This would force all mutants to register their names and abilities. Most of the public feels this would allow many to sleep peacefully knowing that the mutants are under control. On the opposite end of the spectrum is Doctor Jean Grey, a mutant herself. But in other news today, proving Senator Kelly's point is the news of an attack on a small family. In Buffalo, New York the Mirez family was attacked by a group of mutants and brutally murdered by them. The only survivor was the mother who survived by hiding in a closet. The father and small daughter were slain; however details of how they died are under wraps."

I switch off the TV, that's all that's on these days, death and hatred. Buffalo, it was only about an hour away from Rochester, my hometown. I thought of what I would do if someone attacked me. Would I kill them? My mind went to the two guns hidden under my bed. No, I wouldn't be able to do it. I would protect my family but if I had to kill someone. My will power wouldn't be strong enough. I ponder more, about the mutants. Maybe they really were that dangerous as people said they were, maybe we needed to keep our eyes on them. If you think about it, what stopped them from doing whatever they wanted? They were powerful and like any other human with power, what was stopping them killing everyone? Humans did terrible things to other humans. What would something not human do to a human, treat them like animals?

I shove the thoughts out of my head, I can't think like mutants aren't human. They're human, they look like humans and were born like humans. Not like clones or something, I mean mutants were created like any human, not manufactured.

I attempt to lift my arm up, test my strength. Slowly and painfully it rises, and I laugh. I stretch my fingers and I'm filled with joy at moving my own body. I hadn't thought I'd be able to move my arms up and down ever again. But my strength leaves me and my arm falls to the bed, but the happiness remains.

Life sucks you know, I wonder, what makes it worth living? Love? Joy? Just because? Well I think because we are afraid. We are all afraid of what we don't understand. That's why everyone fears the mutants I guess. We don't understand how some of the things they do are possible. But I personally hate the unknown. I have no idea what's to come but I have this sickening feeling, it won't be fun.

I fall asleep, despite trying to stay awake and I'm plagued with confusing dreams again.

This time I'm in a cage, but the outside is blurred out. But I hear voices, but none of them make sense. I stand and the scene changes again. Everything is white and the other me is back, she's dressed in all black. I look down and I'm dressed in white. She smiles at me her eyes aglow, and I find myself smiling back. She grips my hand whispers to me, "You are nothing." Her body seems to spread to the background and suddenly I'm alone and everything is black. I hear her whisper in my voice, "You are always going to be only me." Then I'm melting, being consumed by the blackness, loosing everything.