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I, Mutant	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I, Mutant
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fiction. This contains adult language
and situations including sex so if this bothers you, stop reading now thanks.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen
of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and
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I forgot what I was going to write here.
Morgan: *stalks more *
Readers/Reviewers: Not even the title is mine, really. Take off on I, Robot and I think there�s
another fic out there called I, Mutant. I�m not sure.
This is the product of a poll on the Foreververse
group about what sort of fic the readers would like
to see next sooooooo� here goes nothin�.

It had not begun with the twisting of metal, the screaming
boy. It had begun long before that, in
the quiet moments of the night when all were sleeping save for him. He had never felt right, never like he
should. He never fit the idea of
right. He quivered inside, like he was
holding his breath and was on the verge of gasping for air but he could hold it
for just one more moment, just another fraction of a second. He moved through the world like he was
supposed to, though. He knew the
motions, knew what not to say. He
managed to allay his parents� fears about his not-rightness. He managed to be a normal boy for them. He loved them, they loved him and it was all
right in the world. Then, one day,
darkness fell before it should have.

He remembered, in the latest hours before dawn, how it felt to
be lifted off his feet, the ground far below as he was passed between the
burly, shouting men. Fingers closing
over his biceps, breath on his neck, the cold metal of a ring as one man
grabbed him and swung him onto the back of a truck with open sides. His throat was too raw to scream
anymore. He was not a child but he was
crying like one, tears coursing silently down his face, his breathing ragged
and painful. His parents were gone, the
transport so far away he could not even hear the rumble of engines
anymore. The men were almost done in the
houses. He was left. He was special. He was not right.

Sometimes, when the sun was creeping up slowly over the
treetops, the foreign place where he had no roots seemed to swell around him
and pull him down, folding over him like a mother�s arms. He had not seen his true mother in
decades. He had tried to find her once,
after it was all done and he could not change, but no one had been able to
help. He had seen the looks in his old
village, the covert dart of glances and purse of lips. Not many were left from before, but those
that were knew him, knew his family.
They remembered the stories, the curved nails and bent spoons. They remembered the shouting, the screaming
and then the silence. He would remember
the one day he went back as he stared out of the window, watching the trees go
from black to green in the dawning morning, and he would pretend that she was
out there somewhere, like she was when he was a boy. Moving through the trees, returning from her own mother�s house.
Carrying bread and eggs, humming under her breath, she would come up the
walk, smile at him in her ageless way, and wait for him to open the door. He had no metal in his inner sanctum. He could not bear it. This was where she came to
him, where her ghost would rise from the trees and offer him the arms he
knew were no longer real. He could not
bear her shade to look at him with that fear, that disappointment,
that her solid self had. She did
not know how to love a curse. She could
not. She could only love a boy, a boy
who died long before she did.

It had not taken long for him to realize how the game was
played. Die inside, die down to the
quick, and be reborn in hate. Love it,
hold it close at night, feel it in your veins and taste it on your tongue. They are jealous, he told himself one morning
when he was barely twenty. They are
jealous and hate me for my difference. He
had learned, in the darkness of cells and bunk houses, in the stench of human
bodies wasting and chemical experiments simmering around him, to hate. Hate drove him, made him whole. Hate protected the last sliver of the little
boy reality inside him and shoved it so far down in his being that he often
forgot it was there. He no longer burned
bright with hate and anger as he had for decades but was burnished with it, a
fine patina of it across his body and soul.
The twisting veins of being a mutant curled around him, reminding him of
what he was whether he liked it or not. He was not his mother�s son anymore,
his father�s boy. He was an old man, far
older than he had ever expected to be, and a lifetime of aborted plans and
futile attempts lay behind him, woven with successes and fecund life. But in the predawn hours, all he could see
was the fallow fields of youth, his mother coming through the trees looking for
her little boy. When the sun rose, he
knew, it would be over. The tears that
stained his cheeks would be dry and his shaking, childish fear would be
gone. He was a mutant. He was their guardian, their leader. He would show them all, those that killed
with words and fear, what it meant to be Homo superior.
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