Mutants are the funeral toll for the Age of Humanity. Mankind is going to fade out and be replaced by a new species that looks like normal humans but
aren't like us even a little.
Not only that, but they are
UNKNOWN, anyone can be a mutant. How would you feel if your next door neighbor might be able to see through your wall, or read your mind, or even turn invisible and sneak into your house without you noticing?
How would you feel when Magneto gets on TV after effortlessly killing the President's entire secret service detachment and saying YOU'RE NEXT? That soon mankind will be replaced with Mutants and you should just surrender already? This struggle against inevitability is laughable, give up already, we are the future, NOT you.
How would you feel that most of the Mutant "hero" groups are strangely silent on this? Or
always seem to just show up a little too late to stop normal folk from getting mauled and murdered by
"people" that genetically aren't even people?
You
KNOW what
Spider-Man does, and where he lives.
On the other hand... Most mutants AREN'T out there fighting crimes, they don't have public personas, they are living invisible lives, and could be living next door to
you, and who knows what capabilities they could possibly have, when they could unleash them, and when you, or someone you love could be crippled for life when some kid who just hit puberty can't stop flipping over cars with his mind every time he gets upset.
A thousand little stories a day of people with new and incomprehensible powers, most of them negative, everyone you know is afraid, you saw a news report the other day where they interviewed a Senator who talked about mutants who can control your thoughts and stop your heart from the other side of the planet, how foreign countries are WEAPONIZING these
things with abilities you can't understand, you saw an interview with a woman who lost her legs during the attack on the New Years Eve celebration in Times Square, you still remember the live feed, dropping your champagne, as that guy that looked like some kind of knight all dressed in chrome ranted on something about how this was just the first of many, and how the Mutant Liberation Front would never stop...
You had never seen so much blood outside of a horror movie before; you didn't know how much blood actually looked just like food coloring and corn syrup, until you saw gallons off it dripping off mirrored gauntlets on live TV.
You bought a gun last week. On your way out you saw an ad in the gun store for composite bullets made of "A PROPRIETARY BLEND OF STATE-OF-THE-ART
PLASTMIC™!", a scowling cartoon Magneto hanging above the display; you didn't think it was funny.
You bought two boxes; legally you can't buy more for a month.
You saw an infomercial about a helmet that looks like a pasta strainer, they said it was "FDA APPROVED & RATED" to stop "Class 1-3 Telepaths". You wondered how you would know if you were being controlled like that Senator on TV said you could be? How did you know if
HE wasn't being controlled? Maybe he
WAS being controlled and the mutant just wanted to scare people? Or maybe it was just a warning? Maybe he DID have some protection, I mean the Government is on this aren't they? They have to have SOME secret plan to keep mutants in check and protect
NORMAL PEOPLE right?
You order one of the pasta helmets.
You have had trouble sleeping since New Years, or was it after the "Brotherhood" did in 20 minutes what thousands of human terrorists couldn't accomplish in 60 years, when they lifted those nuclear warheads off that train like they were toys?, OR
MAYBE it was when that school in Iowa was leveled by a boy who could destroy buildings just by talking too loud, and who didn't like being told what to do that day in class? The photos of children shattered like china dolls stayed on TV for a solid week.
You take another sleeping pill. You wonder when your helmet is going to get here. You idly click the safety on and off on your pistol, cold and lethal hidden under your pillow, you hear the faint "click" muffled through the soft cotton as it slides in and out of the firing position. You're glad your state passed that
DAMA law that liquidated waiting periods if you presented a genetic test that showed you were still a
person.
You feel
better, but you know this is another night where you're going to be checking the locks and outside lights every half and hour instead of sleeping like you'd like to be.
You haven't slept well since you were young, since before there were gods fighting in the street about nothing else than how quickly to replace
YOU.
"Click, Click, Click".