The Makings of A Mutant
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Category:
X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,714
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapitre Un
I was a God. Once, years ago, I was a God. My people revered me, worshiped me. I was given all, if only to keep my peace and spare them destruction.
My every whim was followed, my every desire slaked. I wanted for naught. But it all ended. In a flash, my temples were torn down, my priest’s slaughtered.
My coffers were raided, my gold passed to that bastard Pharaoh’s men. His armies stormed my palace and murdered my wives and children. My male lover’s were castrated and left to bleed to Death on the stairs surrounding my throne.
And I? I was taken, the false Pharaoh brutalized me and degraded my body. And when I died, I was buried in an unmarked tomb. No rites were performed, no food offering to offer to the gods to ferry me down the river.
Nothing. I had all that I have ever known torn from me, and I was given nothing in return. My soul was forced to wander the world.
And one day, I was given a chance to pass on, and enjoy my after Life with the bliss that a God deserves. There was one catch; I had to give my power’s to a mortal.
This was alomost a deal breaker, I loved my powers, although they seemed to have failed me. But the gods assured me that I would have no need for them in the after Life. So I searched, and I searched.
And at last, I found my perfect mate. He was a scrawny little piece of nothing, who was teased and beat up almost daily. It broke my heart. He was such a loving young boy, but if this kept up, he would grow into a monster.
I knew that he wouldn’t stand out when I gave him my power; there were other’s with powers. They called themselves mutants.
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I was a loser. Pure and simple. My parent’s were killed when I was younger and I was forced to live with my grandparents. They didn’t like me, as they had my glorious cousin to win their affection.
No friends at school because my lovely cousin started a rumor in middle school about me. Well, the middle school children shunned me, and it followed me through to highschool.
All throughout elementary and junior High, I was beat up. My cousin and his friends would gang up on me; during gym, recess, and even when I was switching classes.
It became routine, if you wanted in with Greg Philips, then you had to kick the shit out of Chase McKinsey.
By my sophomore year I’d had enough, so I’d gone to my grandparents, asked them for control of my parent’s assets and I moved out.
Instead of spending the two million, I’d inherited on a huge House, I bought a small four bedroom three bath House and I put myself through driving school.
Since I’d moved out, people started to respect me more, or rather, they loved my money. But I was still bottom of the ladder, when ever Greg was around.
In my senior year, it all changed. Every day, reports of mutants came flooding in, these God like beings with their mystical powers.
Feedback is Crucial.
My every whim was followed, my every desire slaked. I wanted for naught. But it all ended. In a flash, my temples were torn down, my priest’s slaughtered.
My coffers were raided, my gold passed to that bastard Pharaoh’s men. His armies stormed my palace and murdered my wives and children. My male lover’s were castrated and left to bleed to Death on the stairs surrounding my throne.
And I? I was taken, the false Pharaoh brutalized me and degraded my body. And when I died, I was buried in an unmarked tomb. No rites were performed, no food offering to offer to the gods to ferry me down the river.
Nothing. I had all that I have ever known torn from me, and I was given nothing in return. My soul was forced to wander the world.
And one day, I was given a chance to pass on, and enjoy my after Life with the bliss that a God deserves. There was one catch; I had to give my power’s to a mortal.
This was alomost a deal breaker, I loved my powers, although they seemed to have failed me. But the gods assured me that I would have no need for them in the after Life. So I searched, and I searched.
And at last, I found my perfect mate. He was a scrawny little piece of nothing, who was teased and beat up almost daily. It broke my heart. He was such a loving young boy, but if this kept up, he would grow into a monster.
I knew that he wouldn’t stand out when I gave him my power; there were other’s with powers. They called themselves mutants.
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I was a loser. Pure and simple. My parent’s were killed when I was younger and I was forced to live with my grandparents. They didn’t like me, as they had my glorious cousin to win their affection.
No friends at school because my lovely cousin started a rumor in middle school about me. Well, the middle school children shunned me, and it followed me through to highschool.
All throughout elementary and junior High, I was beat up. My cousin and his friends would gang up on me; during gym, recess, and even when I was switching classes.
It became routine, if you wanted in with Greg Philips, then you had to kick the shit out of Chase McKinsey.
By my sophomore year I’d had enough, so I’d gone to my grandparents, asked them for control of my parent’s assets and I moved out.
Instead of spending the two million, I’d inherited on a huge House, I bought a small four bedroom three bath House and I put myself through driving school.
Since I’d moved out, people started to respect me more, or rather, they loved my money. But I was still bottom of the ladder, when ever Greg was around.
In my senior year, it all changed. Every day, reports of mutants came flooding in, these God like beings with their mystical powers.
Feedback is Crucial.