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I, Mutant	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I, Mutant
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I, Mutant Chapter Twelve
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She hated Mondays. Other
kids got to go to school but all she did lately was sit in the doctor�s office,
coughing until her chest ached and her throat felt raw. Her dad would give her that Look of his, the
one that seemed mean but wasn�t, and she would cough again. This was the fourth
doctor in four weeks. Clearing her
throat carefully, wincing at the hot pain behind her tonsils, she reminded
herself that all she was allowed to say to strangers was her name and that her
daddy was waiting for her. �Cassie?� the
nurse with the pretty pink cheeks and funny scrub top called from the office
door. �Cassie O�Grady?�
�Remember what I told you,� her daddy murmured, patting her
encouragingly on the back. �I�ll wait
here for you, my big girl!� he added as the nurse closed the door behind them.
�Wow, you must be very brave to see the doctor by yourself,� the
nice nurse said in that tone of false admiration grown ups used for little
kids.
�Yeah,� the girl shrugged, her thin shoulders rising and falling
negligently under her worn sweater top. �Dad
says I�m the bravest kid he knows��

Kicking her heels idly, she blew out a harsh breath and
waited. Her father was taking forever in
there. This was bigger than the medicine
scams they used to run; they made decent money off of that, getting the cough
meds and reselling them to junkies and lab brats, but you can only fake dire
illness for so long before word gets around the medical community in town that
a cute, cherubic, blonde girl and an old guy are pulling a fast one. �Come on,� she muttered, glancing quickly at
the door of the check cashing business. �Two
minutes�� She bounced up onto her toes,
pretending not to see the approaching cop.
Instead, she leaned out into the street as if peering at the bus number
on the approaching cross town conveyance, frowning and making a small show of
rolling her eyes when it was not the number she wanted. �Damn,� she sighed, sitting back on the
wooden bench. The cop was even with her now, looking hard at her. �Um, hi?� she chirped, her pink lips curving
into a smile as she tucked a lock of pale blonde hair behind one ear.
�It�s a school day,� the officer pointed out without
preamble. �Why aren�t you in class?�
Great.
A truant officer wanna be, she thought. �I�m eighteen,� she shot back, rummaging in
her purse for the ID her father made. �Here.�
The cop took it from her fingers, staring at her for a few
seconds longer before examining the student ID card from LeJeune Community College. He plucked at the picture, nodding mostly to
himself when he found that it could not be raised. �Well, sorry,� he glanced at the ID again, �Becky. You don�t look eighteen.�
�I get that a lot,� she laughed, accepting the card back. Especially, she added to herself, because I�m
fourteen. The door to the check cashing shop clanged open behind her and she
did not move, staring straight ahead until her father sat down next to her, at
the far end of the bench. Her whole body
felt like it was tingling, like it was full of electricity. �Hey,� she said. He grunted, glancing at the cop that was
still lingering nearby. She sighed
softly, glancing down at her hands and frowning. Her fingers felt sticky, a
clear fluid on her fingertips, like plasma or antibiotic ointment, smeared
across her hand. She stared, wondering
what the cop had done, what he had on his own hands before he handed her
license back. The bus wheezed to a stop
in front of them and she rubbed her hand hurriedly on her jeans, deciding to
forget about it and just wash her hands in hot water when she got home. Her dad got on the bus first, his coat
clutched tightly to his side. He�d done
it, he�d made the deal. They could eat
this month.

�Stop it!� She pushed
hard against the guy�s chest, bringing up her knee in an attempt to get some
distance between them. �I�m done.�
�I�m not!� He pressed his
mouth, wet and hot, against her neck. �Come
on, you�re not gonna blow me so I deserve something, Tabs��
She sighed and closed her eyes. �Fine,
whatever.� She was tired and
bored, had three hours until her father got home. She had a reprieve from the grifting and pick-pocketing; it was her birthday. Her father told her this morning that she was
getting too old, not cute enough to do their usual schtick. They needed to have a planning meeting, he
said. They needed to figure things
out. She winced as the guy on top of her
thrust into her body, not waiting until she was wet for him. She hissed a breath through her teeth and
stiffened her legs. He was whispering to
her, trying to sound sexy, moaning about how good she felt, how wet she
was. (Bullshit, she thought. Selfish fucking bastard�) Dimly, a tiny voice in the back of her
mind told her there were other ways to get affection, like getting a kitten or
a goldfish, but that was drowned out but the male droning away, demanding she
come for him, scream for him. Her body
was tired, her soul was tired. She
gripped the sheets on either side of her hips, the electric feeling she had
felt off and on over the two years since her father�s arrest for the check
cashing job rising deep inside her, pouring through her veins. It comes with anger, she thought. �Stop,� she hissed mainly to herself. The guy on top of her froze, raising up unto his elbows.
The spot where his chin had pressed into her collar bone ached and she
knew she would have a bruise there tomorrow.
�I�m almost done,� he whined. �Come ON, Tabby��
�Get. Off. Me.� She
pressed against his chest again, her fingers sticky with the plasma fluid as
before. He winced and she saw red marks
where she had touched him, as if her skin was hot.
�Hey! What the fuck?� The
guy rolled away and Tabby sprang to her feet.
�Bitch!�
�GO!� she screamed, losing all semblance of nicety. Fuck what he thought, she told herself. You�re not staying in this town anyway. Who cares who he tells? She raised one of her hands as if to strike
him, slinging the plasma in an arc that seemed to glow brightly before it
splattered on her bed and the walls. �GET
OUT!� A resounding boom deafened her, smoke and batting filling her senses as
her now-ex boyfriend shrieked girlishly, grabbing his jeans and trying to run
from the room before the next explosion.
Tabby coughed, waving at the smoke that clouded her eyes. No explosion came again and, as the debris
settled, she found herself alone. Naked and alone. The sticky fluid on her fingers was gone,
leaving a slightly reddened trail where it had momentarily rested. Her room was decimated. Already she could hear the sirens. �Fuck this shit,� she muttered. �Fuck Saint
Louis��
Carefully, she picked her jeans out of the rubble and frowned at the
smoldering patch on the knee. She had a
thousand dollars in the freezer, meant for next month�s job at the boarding
school. She could make it pretty far on
a thousand dollars. Maybe
New York, maybe Toronto. Wherever it was, she wouldn�t need her father
or any man to make her feel important again.
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