Not Like You, Not Like Me. (x-men type story) (Not continuing)

Part five

It was the next day, Mike still sat beside my bed, his head in his arms as he slept, my mind raced, I still hadn't gotten my head around the thought of being a mutant, or the fact that it was me who blew up the restaurant on the news, I sighed. So much had happened in just one day, I put my hands on my forehead as I lay, but put them on the sheets beneath me, as I heard a knock the door, wincing, I painfully pushed myself up into a sitting position,

"come in" I called, and saw my mothers face poke around the door, "Ma!" I cried happily, glad to see my mother, but as she walked up, with long purposeful strides, and looked at me, my smile was wiped from my face, and I realized something was wrong

"mutant" she said, that one, single word knocked me off balance, I just sat, looking at her, my jaw dropped, and I looked at her, gaping stupidly like a goldfish. My mother was a hater of mutants, as soon as she realized one was in her town, she'd send special police to arrest them and take them away, I remember her telling me one time over dinner, 'mutants are g*ds ugliest creation' she said.

"you kept this from me Kisha" her voice brought me back to my senses and I stammered

"n-no, Ma I-I had no idea, I-I didn't realize, I-I'm not, I can't be" I was going to say more, but I was interrupted, Ma slammed her hand down on the bedside table, and leant in close to my face, closer than was comfortable for me, she was calm, too calm, I could see hatred burning bright in her eyes, and anger below, fueling it, normally when Ma was angry, her ears and nose would turn red, and her hands would shake, but now, Ma looked calmer than I thought possible, I tried to look away but she grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her

"you are a vermin, and you need to be exterminated" her voice was low, and hate dripped from her words, "you are g*ds ugliest creation" she told me before storming out of the room, my hands shook as I brought them to my face, Mike put a hand on my shoulder, instantly calming me, I grimaced and spoke after the closing door

"the only thing ugly about mutants, Is the name" it had always been my opinion, Mike squeezed my shoulder comfortingly and I held onto it,

"that's a lovely opinion" he told me, "but I don't like your mothers opinion, thats just offensive" he spoke with more passion than I ever had before becoming a mutant, I frowned

"w-why do you say it so..." I searched for the right word, but Mike just put a finger to my lips, and shushed me, I crossed my arms and scowled in response.

"I'll show you why" he said, and began to pull his shirt over his head, suddenly bringing back memories of my dream, my eyes widened, my dream showed him doing just that, but, I racked my brains, I couldn't remember why, Mike cleared his throat and I looked up, his shirt hung loosely on the end of my bed, and his beautifully tanned abbs showed, I was so close to drooling, he grinned at my expression, but what he did next, took my breath away. At first I didn't know what it was, but then I realized, the things coming out behind him, they were wings! Mikes wings were black with grey stripes,

"I looked it up" he said "turns out that they are coloured like an antshrikes wings, not sure what kind of bird that is but" he didn't say any more, and I didn't press him, he turned his back to me so I could see the back of them, and the were about the same, only much more sharper in colour, he turned back around, his wings dropping a little as he searched my face, and I realized how rude I was being,

"oh sorry" I said hurriedly, "they're beautiful Mike, really, c-can they fly?" I was in awe, imagine. Being able to soar through the sky, feel the wind in your hair, and just that feeling, of being free! I shut my eyes and imagined myself gliding over the town, and just leaving all my worries behind me

"sure" I looked back at Mike, suddenly whisked from my dream, shaking my head I smiled

"you are the luckiest man alive" I told him, referring to his feathers, but he just smiled mischiveously and I got the feeling, he wasn't thinking because of the feathers.

"you don't realize how right you are" he told me, as he replaced his shirt, "that's not all, I can also consume myself into a complete ball of fire, though it is harmless" he added, and he glanced quickly at the gauze on my arms, I ignored him,

"fire?" I breathed, he didn't hear me, and I didn't repeat myself.