Post by Sally Floyd on Mar 14, 2007 0:11:25 GMT -5
Mutation. Supposedly the next step in evolution. The next step to better lives for all. I've never had a mutation. But it feels like it. It feels like I'm a mutant, who's mutation turns everyone's world upside down.
Sally Floyd sat on a high wooden chair at a coffee cafe'. The jazz music was slow, yet upbeat. She reached down into her purse grabbing a small ringed notebook and a sharp pencil. Opening it to a clean page she put down her pencil down looking at her wrist watch.
I'm no mutant, but my daughter Minnie was. She was just a baby when it came to her. Usually from what I've read the X- gene comes at puberty. Minnie was special though, in so many ways. Her reverse age mutation seemed like never ending darkness. I threw myself into achol thinking that the poisoned liquid would wipe away this hurt, this pain. I made my husband leave. Even though I would very much like to blame it on him. I can't it was all me.
The door opened in a swift moment. Entered a average sized woman with short black hair. She used to be known as Stacy X now the woman was just known as Miranda Leevald. Sally stood up and walked towards the doorway. When she reached where Stacy was standing she stretched out her hand, "I'm so glad you could come Ms. Leevald ," Sally said. Stacy looked at her wearily," Lets do this then." Sally led the way to the table.
When Minnie died, achol seemed like a refuge, a place I could put all my thoughts aside. I wonder to myself daily what if Minnie survived until M- Day what if she had lost her mutation. Would I still have a daughter, a husband?
They took their seats, both on opposite directions. "Well," Sally said once again picking up her pencil and notebook. She looked right at Miranda. "To begin, tell me about your powers." Stacy seemed to laugh at that. "My powers, powers," Stacy said,"Pheromone based, I could control people's emotions."
The Ex- Mutant Diaries are way to remember Minnie a way for me to move on. I'm currently getting help for my 'problem.' Minnie would have been proud. These diaries are told through a different view then most people see mutants. Hated and feared just for living. Being difference, it was once encouraged now its heavily prejudiced against. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Sally wrote quickly, keeping up with everything Miranda was saying. Peering over the top of her notebook Sally asked," I have heard that you were apart of the X- Men for sometime."
The X- Men a group of mutants who are trying to distinguish that they are unique for a good reason. That there difference could help the world even more so. I've come in contact with them a couple of times. Mostly people who have worked with them but have lost there powers like Miranda.
Miranda seemed to grimace at that. "I was with them. But for a very short period of time. It didn't work well. They're so control live, so so manipulative." Sally raised her eyebrows," Manipulative. care to explain."
Miranda seem to stop dead square. Sally couldn't help but smirk. Getting the feeling that Miranda was a big mouth. Sally knew that she probably would shoot some un-honest things off.
I became a hero to everyone at work. For aiding the X- Men against a maniac who murdered powerless mutants. I truly did not understand those actions. Whether he was doing it out of psychotic behavior or hate. I figured it was both.
"Well, I um," Miranda said,"Never mind I'm just a little frustrated. My mutant powers meant everything to me, everything. You couldn't know the devastation to lose them." Sally sat their thinking. "Miranda, I can tell your feeling uncomfortable I think I have enough information to go by. So you can leave if you want to." Miranda stood up and shook Sally's hand before taking off. Sally sat there smiling to herself as she jotted down extra notes from the interview.
There are always tragedies and triumphs. I've finally figured that out. I used to think that life was one big tragedy, now I think its one big story waiting to be unfolded. I think I'm the right person to do it.
Sally Floyd sat on a high wooden chair at a coffee cafe'. The jazz music was slow, yet upbeat. She reached down into her purse grabbing a small ringed notebook and a sharp pencil. Opening it to a clean page she put down her pencil down looking at her wrist watch.
I'm no mutant, but my daughter Minnie was. She was just a baby when it came to her. Usually from what I've read the X- gene comes at puberty. Minnie was special though, in so many ways. Her reverse age mutation seemed like never ending darkness. I threw myself into achol thinking that the poisoned liquid would wipe away this hurt, this pain. I made my husband leave. Even though I would very much like to blame it on him. I can't it was all me.
The door opened in a swift moment. Entered a average sized woman with short black hair. She used to be known as Stacy X now the woman was just known as Miranda Leevald. Sally stood up and walked towards the doorway. When she reached where Stacy was standing she stretched out her hand, "I'm so glad you could come Ms. Leevald ," Sally said. Stacy looked at her wearily," Lets do this then." Sally led the way to the table.
When Minnie died, achol seemed like a refuge, a place I could put all my thoughts aside. I wonder to myself daily what if Minnie survived until M- Day what if she had lost her mutation. Would I still have a daughter, a husband?
They took their seats, both on opposite directions. "Well," Sally said once again picking up her pencil and notebook. She looked right at Miranda. "To begin, tell me about your powers." Stacy seemed to laugh at that. "My powers, powers," Stacy said,"Pheromone based, I could control people's emotions."
The Ex- Mutant Diaries are way to remember Minnie a way for me to move on. I'm currently getting help for my 'problem.' Minnie would have been proud. These diaries are told through a different view then most people see mutants. Hated and feared just for living. Being difference, it was once encouraged now its heavily prejudiced against. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Sally wrote quickly, keeping up with everything Miranda was saying. Peering over the top of her notebook Sally asked," I have heard that you were apart of the X- Men for sometime."
The X- Men a group of mutants who are trying to distinguish that they are unique for a good reason. That there difference could help the world even more so. I've come in contact with them a couple of times. Mostly people who have worked with them but have lost there powers like Miranda.
Miranda seemed to grimace at that. "I was with them. But for a very short period of time. It didn't work well. They're so control live, so so manipulative." Sally raised her eyebrows," Manipulative. care to explain."
Miranda seem to stop dead square. Sally couldn't help but smirk. Getting the feeling that Miranda was a big mouth. Sally knew that she probably would shoot some un-honest things off.
I became a hero to everyone at work. For aiding the X- Men against a maniac who murdered powerless mutants. I truly did not understand those actions. Whether he was doing it out of psychotic behavior or hate. I figured it was both.
"Well, I um," Miranda said,"Never mind I'm just a little frustrated. My mutant powers meant everything to me, everything. You couldn't know the devastation to lose them." Sally sat their thinking. "Miranda, I can tell your feeling uncomfortable I think I have enough information to go by. So you can leave if you want to." Miranda stood up and shook Sally's hand before taking off. Sally sat there smiling to herself as she jotted down extra notes from the interview.
There are always tragedies and triumphs. I've finally figured that out. I used to think that life was one big tragedy, now I think its one big story waiting to be unfolded. I think I'm the right person to do it.