A Mutant's Tale (X-Men Fan Fiction)

“Get out of this house you, mutant! I never want to see your face again or I’ll call the cops! You disgust me!” My mother screamed at me with tears streaming down her face.

My mother was the person who was supposed to love me endlessly. Who tells me she loves me, and that everything is going to be okay. I grew up with this person, a person I thought I once knew.

With a final shove and a slam of a door, I was out on the driveway walking. My father, at work, would’ve sent me to the cops. My mother, somewhere deep down in her cold heart, was thoughtful by not sending me to the authorities.

30 minutes ago:

My mother and father are strongly against mutants. They think they’re an abomination to man-kind. That’s the problem.

The thing I’ve been meaning to tell them, I’m a mutant. I found out my powers a couple of days ago when my teacher refused to give me an A on my paper I worked so hard on.

*Flashback*

“What do you mean it’s not A worthy? The grammar is perfect, it’s well written.” I pleaded with my English teacher, Mr. Bates.

“I’m sorry the topic ‘Mutants in Today’s Society’ is not expectable.” He said in mockery. He knew he had me.

Anger built up inside of me boiling over. A light flicked off in my brain and somehow I connected to my teacher’s brain “You will give me an A for my paper.” My voice came out strong and strange. As weird as this sounds, I sent some sort of message connecting my brain with his.

“I will give you an A for your paper.” Mr. Bates said in a monotone voice. What just happened? He crossed out the big, fat, red F on my paper and put an A.

Backing away in shock I bumped into the chairs scooting them backwards. I bursted out of the room and sprinted home.

*End of Flashback*

That was the last time I used my compulsion. I just can’t take it anymore! I have to tell somebody. I haven’t slept in days; I refuse to go to school. I’ll tell my mom, she’ll understand. She could help me find a cure. She may hate mutants, but she couldn’t hate me.

My mother and I were never close. We had a good relationship overall. We didn’t fight or say ‘I love you’. We just acted how we were supposed to.

Walking slowly downstairs my heart started to pound. I could always compel my mom to except me. No, I refuse to use this curse against anyone.

“Mom?” I say once I get to the bottom of the stairs. A petite, short brown hair, woman steps out from the kitchen.

My mother spoke, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Ah Mom, I need to talk to you.” I said nervously. Wow, this was a lot harder than I planned.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go into the living room.” She said kindly.

I slid my feet all the way to the couch making sure to take more time. How should I start this?

“Mom I know what you’re going to think but please just listen to me.”

“What’s this about Charlee?” Now she just looks worried.

Okay, here we go, “I think, I’m a mutant.” She gasped putting her hand over her mouth in shock.

She stands up in anger, “What!”

“Mom, calm down!”

“No daughter of mine is going to be a monster. I’d rather you dead!” She said standing in front of me.