I sat in the doctor's office, anxious and awaiting my name to be called.
My naked blue body was trembling by my unease, and the cold air blowing in the room didn't help either.
I sat in there with several other mutants, all looking just as miserable as me.
You all are probably wondering why I'm here.
I Mystique, had signed up for the mutant cure treatment.
Now, I know what you're thinking, why would I, Mystique, want to have my gift removed.
Well, it's a number of reasons, but to summarize, it has a lot to do with my childhood, and my parents trying to kill me, but it's also other factors for these past several decades.
When the mutant cure was first announced to the public, I gotta admit, I was disgusted by the idea of a cure. Us mutants were gifted, we have things that the human race didn't have, so how could they take that away from us.
But at the same time, I was intrigued. I was interested at the idea of living a normal life in society. I also craved to know what I looked like as a human woman.
Sure, the ability to take on different personas and identities was amazing, but I've never known who I truly was underneath the blue skin and scales, even if my birth name is Raven Darkholme.
By that point, I was tired of living on the streets, sleeping in alleys and abandoned buildings just for warmth and comfort.
I was tired of being used as a pawn by Magneto and the brotherhood.
Now, don't get me wrong, my blue skin, red hair, yellow eyes, and shapeshifing abilities are awesome to have, it constantly made me feel like a freak, an outcast, someone who didn't belong.
Eventually, I had enough.
After thinking long and hard about taking the treatment, I made my mind up.
I was taking the cure, no matter what anyone else would think. I couldn't live like this anymore, it was too much for me to handle any longer.
Ms. Darkholme, a nurse called.
I then got up and followed the nurse to the back.
How are you feeling today, the nurse asked.
Fine, I guess, I responded, scared, but still firm on my decision.
Alright, I see that you're blue and... Scaly, the nurse responded calmly.
Yes, I then shifted into a clone of the nurse, and I can shapeshift into other people, I stated.
But I'm tired of living as a mutant, I'm tired of being miserable and cold, I added.
Don't worry Ms. Darkholme, The nurse said, as she pulled out a syringe, and a vial full of the mutant cure.
One dose of this and those shapeshifing abilities will disappear instantly, she assured me.
Welp, here goes nothing, I muttered.
The nurse then extracted the liquid into the syringe, and held it to my arm.
Alright Ms. Darkholme, we're all set. Now, are you sure about taking the cure, because once you take it, there's no going back.
Yes, I'll take the cure, I said calmly.
Ok, the nurse responded.
The needle then pierced my arm, and the nurse pushed down, the green liquid entering my body.
After every last drop was out of the syringe, the needle was extracted.
I then fell to the ground.
I felt a huge surge of pain shoot through my body, as if the cure was factory resetting my body.
I convulsed wildly on the ground, as my body reacted to the cure.
The nurse stared in shock at Mystique's transformation.
Slowly, the blue skin and scales from my back began to fade, revealing normal skin underneath, at the same time, my hair lost any trace of a vibrant red and turned black, and became short as it wasn't plated to my neck anymore. I rolled over, as the rest of my blue skin faded from my body, my yellow eyes were in shock and surprise,
Then, as a strand of my black hair fell in my face, the blue skin from my face faded away, my lips now a pale pink, as my yellow eyes finally turned blue, the last of my blue skin faded from my hand.
The transformation was complete.
I laid there, naked and human.
Ms. Darkholme, are you okay, The nurse asked concerned.
Yes, I'm fine, just human that's all.
Well, I'm gonna call the ambulance to take you to the hospital for further treatment and recovery, she said.
As I laid there, as a normal human, I knew that I was no longer Mystique, but Raven Darkholme.
