"When am I going to be let out, Doc?" I shouted, lying stiff in the sterile, white hospital bed. The smell of disinfectants and the blindingly white walls were starting to burn my eyes.
"Don't worry, young Mr. Locke," Dr. McCoy, a man with the body of a beast, replied. "The device should arrive shortly. Just be patient." He went back to humming his tune, completely unbothered.
I've been stuck in this room ever since my mutation activated, and it's not because I suddenly gained super speed and could leap tall buildings in a single bound. When it first kicked in, I could only see one color: blue. But then I saw them all.
First came the colors of the visible spectrum, and then some I had never seen before. It looked like a miracle, but then the pain started. All the colors began to overload my mind. I spent minutes in agony until a pair of large, furry paws picked me up.
Before all this, I was just a regular kid living in a nice suburban neighborhood who used to wish to be first pick for basketball or soccer games. But the happy times couldn't last after my dad was exposed as a mutant at work for saving his co-workers life, everything changed.
Living in the suburbs, people looked at me like I didn't belong. Even after we moved to the ghetto to find some semblance of peace, some still gave me the same looks, but at least they kept to themselves. We got by for a few months—until the Purifiers came. I remember bullets, my parents' screams, my father begging them to let my mother go. But the Purifiers didn't care—muties and their damn supporters could all go to hell for all they cared. I was too weak to fight for my parents, so I stayed hidden in the closet while the gunshots rang out. Then my mother screamed, "Look, she's a damn mutie too," and one of them shouted, "Looks like she wants to fight back" They said, and more gunshots, after what felt like eternity they left. A few minutes later, I came out. I didn't even notice the hot tears rolling down my face until I stood over my parents' bodies. Unnoticed by me, Psionic power flowed from my mom's body and over to mine.
The following week, my landlord felt sorry for me and helped sell our belongings and organize the funeral. The police wrote it off as gang violence. A month later, I moved to Mutant Town. My neighbor Absolon Mercator, who went by Mr.M, helped me get settled. As the son of two mutants I knew I was bound to get a mutation soon. So I worked part-time (full time unofficially) to pay for my little apartment, and even though I still had some money from what I sold from my family's belongings, I still needed more money.
One night, on my way home from work, I was shoved against a wall by some of the not so friendly people of M Town. "Get his wallet, shoes, then stab the little nigga," one of them said as they held onto me and went through my pockets. Their words terrified me so much my eyes burned, but no tears came. This was it for me, I was going to die in an alleyway like a stray dog. The thugs who were holding me suddenly went silent, started clutching their eyes and then the screams began. I didn't care what was happening to them—I knew I needed to get out of there. I made it home, collapsed onto the couch, clutching my eyes in agony. The pain was unbearable. Then I passed out. I barely remember the night of pain that came with this development, but one thing that did stick from the dream was the feeling that somebody was staring straight through every cell and atom in my body.
I managed to make it through the morning with only minor issues like things in my being detailed, so detailed they made my head spin enough to make me stumble to the kitchen in my apartment. I tried reaching out for the tap but then it felt like the tap was way too close to me.
And then all of a sudden I was on the floor wheezing from the mental strain I was going through, at least if I didn't have to drink tap water. Then that hot feeling came from my eyes again as light flowed from my eyes. I felt- no I could see everything, the colors, the lights, the group of cockroaches behind my fridge plotting against me.
Bang! Bang! Bang! I jolted up right away. Each of those knocks felt as if they were ringing in my head. I got up and started moving towards the door, before they could start knocking again I leaned on the door.
"Who's there?" the words struggle to come out of my mouth.
"Hello there, young man, we're from the Xavier institute" a voice with a fir and concise tone cut the door.
"Aww dope the x-men are here to-" and before i could finish my sentence, the energy i could feel in my eyes overloaded me and knocked me out.