DISCLAIMER: I dont own any character herein except the OC who's POV this is written from…
The X-Men were lucky…
Monster, true monster…
For all their complaining, for all their so-called problems, they were still normal, handsome, beautiful… A handsome young man, firm-muscled, chiselled chin, his one flaw hidden behind colored glasses. A beautiful young woman, red-haired, a slim body any man would want, her "secret" hidden within her mind. Even the unluckiest of them, strange yet appealing creatures with soft blue fur. Lucky…
Not born, shit into existence… Abortion… Abomination…
They thought themselves victims, they who had not seen the true horror…
Twisted limbs, malformed head… Muscles engorged and throbbing in unnatural ways…
The hairy one with claws, with a beasts eyes, he knew. He had seen. Seen the horror. Glimpsed it. Glimpsed it in his own dank hell.
Wheezing breath, lungs athrophied by a cruel nature, his heavy ribs pressing down on them…
They spoke of mutant prejudice, how mutants were shunned, because they were different. That they suffered. That the bald man offered a sanctum for those who were different. No… Not everyone… Just the beautiful ones… Those beautiful different…
Strength… Unnatural strength… body twisted… head twisted… mind twisted…
They were no different. More pity perhaps. But he could see. See the disgust and hate brewing behind their eyes. Their piggy eyes. It was always in their eyes.
Underground… haven… darkness…death… reeks of death…
And the white-haired man. He knew too. He knew the horror. The horror of life. Of mutant life. He knew the hate. The fear. The wrath…
Anger… so much anger… Cant think… cant… th..ink… Bad brain… bad body… Hate… hate them all…
The white-haired man didn't care. He knew but didn't care. Those who were not beautiful… were not part of his master race… They were nothing… mistakes… Nothing but mistakes… and monsters… monsters…
Hidden… hear everything… see everything… No one cares… don't belong… don't belong…
The humans were almost better… They hate everyone, don't care how they look… just hates them anyway. Screams at them… "Freaks", "Monsters, "muties"…
Killed them. The ones who came… Killed them, made them stop screaming… Felt their warmth vanish, their bodies go limp, their voices quiet…Pleasure… revenge…
Nothing changes… nothing ever changes… Those who are not beautiful… aren't wanted…
HATE!!
End….
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This was a short drabble I did based on some thoughts I had about the X-Men, and mutant comics in general, with the X-Men and others seen through the POV of an unnamed Joseph Merrick-esque mutant*
*Joseph Merrick AKA The Elephant Man