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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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I, Mutant Chapter Two

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His father never really gave him a list so much as just shouted at him. It did not take him long to learn to remember it all, from the first chore to the last and all the muttered sideflings in between. Usually, he would be up at four and not go to bed until long after midnight but today, he smiled to himself, today he had a secret. Cautiously, he edged down the hall, motioning behind him for silence. Any tiny noise might set off Dad, he knew, and then he would never finish the list.
�Okay,� he whispered, his voice barely audible, �you and you do the dishes quietly! No clanking, kay?� When he got a pair of nods in return, he turned to the third helper. �We�re going to straighten the den.� Glancing quickly to make sure that the dish soap was clearly visible and that anything else the duo might need was out on the counter, he led the other into the small, dark room just off the kitchen. �There�s a trash bag by the t.v.,� Jamie said quietly. �Just start putting the cans in there. We can have it out to the recycle bin before the truck comes.� He was very tired and, as if in empathy, the duplicate yawned. Dishes clanked in the kitchen and Jamie winced. He did not know how well these duplicates listened but he hoped they had understood well enough when he tried to explain about his father. His back still ached from yesterday, the red welt left by the leather strap of the large man�s belt singing in pain as he moved through the dark den, picking up food wrappers and magazines. The duplicate, One he decided to call him, was silently slipping cans into the black plastic sack. So far, Jamie thought, so good.
�Oh my god�� It was almost six now, almost time for his father to be awake. They had cleaned the living room, the kitchen had gone off without a hitch, and now they were busily shoveling snow from the driveway so the car could be pushed down to the street. Jamie had been busily pushing one clot of snow to the side of the concrete when he had heard a faint pop. One of the duplicates was gone! �Oh no!� Another of the duplicates was looking up at him with an odd look on his face, like he smelled something bad. He vanished in a blink, leaving Jamie with one more duplicate, staring at each other in mild panic. �What now?� he hissed. The night before, when he had found out this could happen, the duplicate had not lasted very long at all. �Okay,� he breathed. �Don�t panic�� The third duplicate vanished with an odd smile on his lips and Jamie vented a harsh, almost laughing breath. �Okay, not so bad�� The sun was barely starting to lighten the sky and he still had time before his father got up, before he had to be ready for school himself. The shovel rested heavily in his hands, teasing the corners of his thought processes. �This is going to hurt,� he muttered to himself.

�Mister Maddrox, I�m afraid your son is failing math. Again.� The principal gave Jamie a bare glance, eyes skimming over the bruises and messy hair, the dirty clothes and generally emaciated appearance.

�I don�t know what to do anymore,� his father sighed, almost mournfully. �I don�t understand why he can�t learn��

Jamie sank lower in his seat. His bruises hurt terribly and he wanted to go back to class. In class, everyone ignored him. He would be able to at least take a nap there. He had not been able to bring out the multiples again this morning, not even with the snow shovel. All that had brought him was his father, alerted by the neighbors to his son�s strange behavior, and a good�lesson�on not being an idiot in front of strangers.

�There�s a special school,� the principal, a new lady named Miss Holmes was saying. �It�s rather far from here but they have a scholarship available that Jamie would fit quite nicely. They�re�� she fixed the young boy with a significant look. �They�re adept at handling his sort.�

Jamie�s father nodded, his eyes keen on his son. �I think that might be a good idea. I have no use for a kid I can�t control.�

�Jamie?�

�Huh?� He blinked, his eyes focusing on the present. Jubilee had her head tilted to one side, her eyes narrowed in concern. �Sorry� must�ve zoned out.�

�You were talking to yourself, hon,� she smiled thinly. �You okay?� She took a step towards him and squatted down so they were on eye level. The unseasonably warm day had lent itself to outdoor activities during lunch and they were both sitting on the shores of the lake, staring out over the dark water.

�I�m fine. Just thinking of things,� he shrugged, averting his gaze. �I think the ducks are back�� His body ached as if in memory of his father. Bruises seemed to blossom under his flesh, unseen but present. He had always beaten himself up, in one way or another. That�s how you learn, his father�s voice whispered in his ear. That�s how you know.

�You look tired,� Jubilee continued, reaching out to lay a friendly hand on his arm, wincing when he recoiled. �Jamie?�

He was on his feet and striding back towards the mansion without a backwards glance. He would apologize later. Right now, he was haunted. He always was on that day, he knew. He always was on the day he had been taken from his father, taken from the life he knew. It wasn�t his own doing, no matter what his shreds of family swore. It wasn�t because the neighbor saw him with the shovel, it wasn�t because they heard his father yelling. It was because he was no longer useful. He was no longer easy to control. And when you lost control, you lost everything. In the cool dark of the front hall, Jamie took a gulping breath. The past was struggling up again and he was not going to ignore it.
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