-
account_boxLogin
-
homeSite
-
question_answerForumsinsert_commentForums Index
chat_bubble_outlineNews in Forum
chat_bubble_outlineContests
chat_bubble_outlineSearching for stories?
chat_bubble_outlineChallenges & Requests
chat_bubble_outlineDribs, Drabs, and Doggy Tales
chat_bubble_outlineAdopt a Story
chat_bubble_outlineRequest a Category
chat_bubble_outlineStory Codes
chat_bubble_outlineHall of Shame
chat_bubble_outlineF.A.Q.
chat_bubble_outlineSupport -
bookArchivesbookmark_borderAnime
bookmark_borderGundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA
bookmark_borderBooks
bookmark_borderBleach
bookmark_borderBuffy/Angel
bookmark_borderCartoons
bookmark_borderComics
bookmark_borderCelebrity Fiction
bookmark_borderFinal Fantasy
bookmark_borderGames
bookmark_borderHarry Potter
bookmark_borderInuyasha
bookmark_borderLord of the Rings
bookmark_borderManga
bookmark_borderMovies
bookmark_borderNaruto
bookmark_borderNon-English
bookmark_borderOriginals
bookmark_borderTelevision
bookmark_borderMarvel 'Verse
bookmark_borderYu-Gi-OH
bookmark_borderYuYu Hakusho
-
burst_modeAdvertising
I, Mutant
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female
Views: 6935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- I, Mutant Chapter Four
Disclaimers ApplyA/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Winter pokes it’s head around the corner… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: SO…yeah. Morgan: *stalk * Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for reading and reviewing as you can!
“Also, I can kill you with my brain.”[1]
“Katie, you’re a dweeb.”
She stuck out her tongue at her friend, returning to the serious work of building popsicle stick houses. She really wanted to make a castle but only had enough sticks for a relatively nice house, two story and most likely split level, if she could figure out a way to make the inside. “Am not. I’m just supersmart. Daddy said so.”
“Your daddy’s full of shit.” The little boy, no more than seven, stood up and looked as if he wanted to kick the popsicle stick construction into splinters, but one look from his friends solemn blue eyes stopped him. “And you so cannot kill me with your brain.”
“Can too.”
“Uh uh,” he shot back, the height of elementary school wit. “No one can do that, goofus.” He squatted beside her, poking at the half built house with one long, grubby finger. “Whazzat?”
“That,” she replied primly, “is a stable. I’m a princess, aren’t I? All princesses have ponies. And people so can too kill with their brain! There’s supersmart people who can MOVE things just by thinking of it!” She nodded, mostly to herself, and rocked back on her heels, fixing her playmate with a stern expression. “I saw it on Unsolved Mysteries.”
He stared at her, his eyes wide and unblinking. “Ooooh… That’s where I saw Bigfoot.”
She nodded. “It’s a true thing. Hey, what if we’ve got superpowers?” She stared down at her pink toenails, visible through her sandals. “I think mine would be…hm. I’d fly. Like a faerie.”
“That’s a girly power! I want to kill people with my mind!” he announced, leaping to his feet. Pressing his fingers to his temples, he ran around the backyard shouting, “HA! TAKE THAT, EVILDOER! DIE DIE DIE!”
Katie winced as the backdoor slammed open, interrupting Lance’s tirade. “You’re getting dirty!” her mother shouted. “Get inside right now!”
She could tell just by the sound of her mother’s voice that tonight would be another hideaway night. The slurring at the end of her words, the sloppy posture… Katie knew she could either hide in the attic storage with her dolls and tape player, or she could face the yelling and shouting. The attic, she decided, was much safer. “Okay,” she called back. “I gotta go in now,” she informed Lance needlessly, giving one last, forlorn look at her half completed stick house. “Wanna play tomorrow?” Her mother shouted again, the shrill voice dragging her away before Lance could even answer. Sometimes, Katie sighed inwardly, she wished she could just disappear.
“Kitten,” her father called to her, smiling as he did when he wanted to give a good impression, “come look.”
She stood, smoothing her skirt, and walked quickly but politely to his side. “Yes? Oh! A circus!” She really hated circuses but she knew her father would not hear of it. He had already derided her vegetarianism and her opinions on animal cruelty once that day. To mention anything under those headings again, she knew, would only be trouble. Especially since he had company.
“Mister Strecken has given us three tickets to see the circus he manages,” her father said as if she were a particularly simple child. “Would you like to go?”
Kitty nodded ‘yes’ automatically. That was the right answer. She did not like her father’s friend very much; he always looked at her in that weird way and told her how much she had grown since he last saw her, how pretty she looked. It was the same sort of thing her Yaya told her but coming from Mister Strecken, it made her skin crawl and made her feel like she needed to scrub herself raw. “When is it?”
“Tonight. It’s a special kind of circus, Kitten. They’re not like the ones you’re used to…” He smiled indulgently and patted his daughter on the head, effectively dismissing her.
Kitty smiled in return and, after she was sure no more was expected of her conversationally, turned and hurried away, aware of Mister Strecken’s eyes on her back the entire time. She walked quickly, her head down, and did not stop until she reached the kitchen.Her head ached horribly. She could not even begin to think of what they did to the bear to make it dance, how they were treating the elephants.[2] All she wanted was to find the ladies room, which was at the end of the long and dim hallway in the arena. She had not been paying much attention, though, as she found herself not in the ladies room but what seemed to be an ersatz dressing room, surrounded by women chattering in a multitude of dialects, most of them in some glittery costume and each of them willowy and strong. One of the women spotted her and, smiling maternally, bent down to her level. “Are you lost?” she asked slowly, as if the words were uncomfortable in her mouth.
Kitty blinked up at her. German, she thought. I know German… “Ja,” she nodded. “Ich suche nach der Toilette.” There was a collective pause, and all the women descended on her, giggling and chattering, petting her hair and complementing her attempt at German. Kitty couldn’t help it—she giggled. Something about being surrounded by all of these women in their faerie-like costumes, their strong hands delicately touching her face and hair, made her forget her worries of just a few minutes before. She liked it here. Maybe, she thought, I’ll run away and join the circus…
“Astrid!” someone called. “Kurti is about to be on!”
“Ah!” the lady who had spoken to her first cried out. “I’ll be back soon, girls!” She smiled at Kitty again. “The ladies is two doors back the way you came, on the right.” She gave her another affectionate pat. “Pardon me but I must go watch my son…this is his first solo!”
Kitty smiled back and felt suddenly shy. Why couldn’t she have a mom like that she wondered, excusing herself from the gaggle of performers and easing back down the hall to the restroom. She was feeling suddenly ill, the only word she could thing of being insubstantial. She felt as if she were vibrating on some high level, as if she were about to fly apart from the inside out, like her molecules couldn’t stick together anymore.“Kitten?”
The noise of the performance below was almost deafening. “Daddy, I have a headache…”
The decision waffled on her father’s face, then he sighed. “We’ll go home. A good lie down is just what you need…”
Kitty nodded. She wanted nothing more than to sink into her mattress and wake up a new person.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[1] Yes, that’s a Firefly quote.
[2] Typically, bears were made to stand on hidden hotplates so they had to move their feet, aka “dance”. And elephants and all circus animals are notoriously abused in most circuses. - You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story
Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo
