We're the Freaks

The Beginning of the End

--Reports are claiming a new cure for mutants has surfaced. It is now possible to eradicate the X-gene from existence. Several trials have been done on mutants of different types—all found to be successful. Authorities are urging anyone who is a mutant or knows a mutant, to sign up to get treated today. If you, or anyone you know--
The television shuts off abruptly and a girl with short hair stands up, her fists clenched.
Her friends sit there in silence, unsure what to do.
"They want to get rid of us." The girl says through clenched teeth.
"They've always wanted to get rid of us." Her best friend says, looking at the ground, dismay written across her face.
"Not like this." Her fists tremble and various objects begin to float off the ground before floating back down again. She spins around. "This is a declaration of war, and we aren't going to lose."

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A petite blonde woman walks down the street corner, on the way to the local grocery store.
She passes a sign with a boy's face on it.  The caption reads: If you have any information regarding the whereabouts of this man, contact the authorities immediately.
She glances around to make sure no one is near before ripping it down no tossing it in the trash. Then, she ducks into an alley. When she comes back out, she's taller, slimmer, and has a long head of black hair. She continues down the street without a glance behind her.

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"Number 47!" A young girl calls from behind a coffee shop counter, handing the man his drink when he approaches to get it.
She wipes her brow, taking a deep breath and trying not to think about the long line of customers she has yet to prepare orders for. But she should be grateful; the man who owns the coffee shop took her and a few other girls in when they had no where else to go. Working is the least she can do to repay him.
She is only sort of listening to the conversation happening between two of the customers at the front of the line.
"It's about time they found a cure, those poor mutants. It gives me hope that they can finally get rid of their disease."
"I wouldn't pity them. They're sick freaks who terrorize our society. It's about time the government found an effective way to put them down."
The barista smiles at them. "I'll finally be able to sleep at night." She says, and the three women share a laugh before ordering their drinks.
The barista walks over to the coffee pot and begins to pour the liquid, her stomach twisting in ways she doesn't believe possible. With some effort, she opts to mix the coffee by hand.
She makes eye contact with the shop owner who gives her a quick smile that doesn't reach his eyes. They had both heard the news.

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Two girls bound home after a day of school.
"Are you going to the rally this afternoon?" The shorter one asks. "My mom is going and she said she might even take me this time."
The taller one looks over surprised. Kids didn't often go to these rallies.
Upon seeing her surprise, the shorter girl nods furiously. "I know right, but she says history is in the making. It's very important. Are you going?"
"I'm helping my brother plant flowers today, so I can't. But I think my dad is going."
"Oh, that's cool." The first girl says, kicking a pebble. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Bye!" They split paths and continue on their way.

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The sky is bright blue and cloudless. How ironic. The sky should be pouring with rain, crying its eyes out with misery.
A boy sits on a white bed in a white room. It's mostly empty except for a dresser where he keeps his clothes and valuables.
He looks over at the door, wishing his eyes had lasers so he could melt it off its hinges, or super strength so he could fling it away and escape.
He wasn't even sure how long he'd been here anymore. What he did know, was that on this day, mankind would fight back against the mutant population with their one advantage: the 'cure.'
He also knew that he was the one responsible for it.