Marvel: It Ain't Easy Being A Mutant - X-Men Male Reader Insert

Hunted: Y/N

The cold winds of Latveria caressed your skin as you moved through the snowy landscape, where stone and wood prevailed

In your hands was a box with tools your mentor had asked you to retrieve. It was a simple journey. At this point, people already knew you as Keleman's apprentice, and not...as a mutant

You hummed to yourself to make the journey back more enjoyable, but a dry groan in the distance caught your attention. Quickly pinpointing the source, you hid behind a try and spotted a man

Latveria's residents were hardly at their best when it came to appearance, but this man was beyond disheveled as he dragged his feet across the snow, his skin had lost color, and some of his clothes were tattered

It was a sight unlike anything you had ever seen, but it wouldn't come close to what happened next

A branch crunched under your step, and that drew his attention. Slowly, the man turned around and looked at you. The moment your eyes met, your heart stopped

There was nothing behind his eyes. They had lost any shine or color, any sort of emotion, any life. It made you wonder if he was even alive

When he saw you, he only grunted and went about his day but you, you stood there with wide eyes

This same shock carried over when you reached Keleman's home, and it was something the man himself took notice of when he opened the door

-Translated from Hungarian-

Keleman: <You look like you have seen a ghost>

While he joked, his amusement ceased when you looked up at him and spoke with a shaky voice

You: <I-I...I think I m-might have>

He raised a brow

Keleman: <What are you talking about?>

You quickly set the box of tools down and went back outside, this time, dragging him along

Thinking it was the vivid imagination of a child at play, he allowed it. That would have been so much better

Much to your dread, it didn't take long to find the ghoulish person again

You: <Over there!>

Quickly, you pointed at it, and as soon as he realized who it was, Keleman's smile left him

Without saying another word, he dragged you back inside and closed the door

You: <What was that?!>

A sigh left Keleman's lips as the back of his head gently hit the door

Keleman: <That is...was, István Almási>

You witnessed as a wave of sadness washed over the old man's very soul, as if the mention of the name weighed heavy on him

Keleman: <Once, he was a bright soul. Not afraid to stand up to Von Doom's regime. He even rallied some people to his cause>

Fear turned into confusion as you tilted your head

You: <What happened to him?>

An ominous silence followed your question before he gave you a grim look

Keleman: <He was... reeducated>

Just the way he said it sent shivers down your spine. Keleman shut his eyes and clenched his fists as he thought back on it

Keleman: <Some say Doom had his robots lobotomize him, others that he dragged István's soul to Hell. Some even speculate Doom has a prison that goes as far as the eye can see>