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Chapter 11:

ÒYes, they were mutants.Ó Mom stated flatly.

ÒThey were mutants?!Ó I said in astonishment.

ÒEach of them was a mutant, my parents and your fatherÕs.Ó

ÒHow come youÕve never mentioned this before?Ó

ÒWell,Ó dad spoke, Òit also had to do with their death. They died because they were mutants.Ó

ÒThere was no car crash or boat, was there?Ó I managed, taking it all in.

ÒNo, there was no boat or car,Ó dad said plainly.

ÒYou see Jacob,Ó Mom began, Òmutant discrimination is still a hot topic today. Mainly it has to do with fear. People, in their eyes, with these special abilities that can, in fact, hurt others. People are scared that by simply thinking, a mutant will hurt them, like you can Jacob. Not to say that you will. To be quite honest, Devin deserved what he got.Ó My dad smiled at that comment. ÒBut people are scared because of it.Ó

Mom looked at Dad, Òmutant discrimination has made some progress over the last century but no where near where race and sexual orientation discrimination, not that either one has come that far either. So, you can only imagine how people reacted to mutants when your grandparents were around your age.Ó

Yeah, I could only imagine. If it is as bad as it is today, it must have been so much worse then.

               ÒSometimes your grandparents would, I guess the closest way to describe them would be Ôout reachÕ programs; that were not sponsored by anyone, were held in secret locations, and were only known to people if someone that knew about it told them. These ÔprogramsÕ were held in abandoned warehouses, buildings, the woods, basically anywhere where no person could find them. The whole point of these programs was to help mutants out during their time of difficulty. They hold meetings and discussions, and you know help each other however they could. ItÕs where my parents met, along with your momÕs.Ó

Okay some things were beginning to click in my head.

               ÒIt was through these programs that they developed a strong relationship with each other. The reason they got so close was due to that our fathers shared the same ability, telekinesis, and our mothers were able to manipulate water, hydrokinesis. It was due to this unique chance that made a bond amongst them that lasted for 55 years.Ó

               This is insane! My grandparents were mutants, all of them! Good thing that I was sitting down. I remembered something, ÒI see how this applies to me so far, but you mentioned also their death.Ó

               Dad looked at me, ÒWeÕre getting there,Ó and he turned to mom.

               ÒThey were going to these meetings for so long that eventually they were put in charge of it. They took it very serious because they knew what they were doing was helping people, like it had helped them; they were mentors to so many. Eventually they upgraded and moved the meetings to their homes. ItÕs how me and your father first met.Ó

               She turned and kissed him. Wait, they were at these meetings too? Were they mutants as well. ÒHold on, both of you attended the meetings? Does that mean that youÕre mutants as well?Ó

               ÒNo Jacob, weÕre not. We were there because by the time the meetings were being held in the houses, they were married and had your father and me; they dragged us to them since we were little. They thought it was good idea to bring us so that they could keep an eye on us, instead of a babysitter, back to the story. Mutant rights were something they all considered to be very important and were active participants in many protests across the country. After they retired thatÕs all they did, continued the meetings, made speeches, protested. They all acted like they were twenty.Ó She laughed, but then got a little bit serious.

               ÒWhen you were young, a toddler, there was a new law that was being considered. It was the Mutant Registration Act, where all known mutants had to file with the government, once they did it became accessible to the public. Can you imagine the chaos that would create? To say that your grandparents were upset would be putting it lightly. They all decided that they would rally and protest the law. They had set up everything, it was an impressive feat, and I mean everything. They were all going to rally in DC at the National Mall. I remember watching it on TV. They had a huge turn out, at least 200,000 people came.Ó

I was totally enamored by the story.

               ÒI remember the day like it was yesterday, your grandparents were going to speak.Ó

She paused and her eyes got glassy.

               ÒAs my mother was in the middle of her speechÉÓ

She stopped again.

               ÒSome lunatic with a bomb strapped around is torso ran on stage and, andÉ It happened so quickly no could stop him, and then boomÉÓ

She began to sob and placed her head on my dadÕs shoulder.

               ÒEveryone who was on stage instantly perished. Along with anyone else that was close enough to the stage. Around 20 people died and 28 were injured,Ó dad continued.

               Oh my god! I cannot believe this! My grandparents were murdered! ÒThey were killed!? By whom!?Ó I almost yelled.

               ÒYes they were. Even till this day, there is an on/off investigation with trying to find out who was the bomber and if he was associated with anyone. I know itÕs hard to believe, but something good did come out from their deaths and those peopleÕs.Ó

What good could possibly come from my grandparents being killed?!

               ÒHow?Ó I asked.

               ÒBecause of the accident the law didnÕt pass in Congress, it lost by a landslide vote. Your grandparents became martyrs for mutant freedom; they came to symbolize what the community was fighting for. To this day we still get letters from people that your grandparents mentored. Also, the day after their death the foundation that they were planning came to fruition; The Foundation for Mutant Peace and Equality, or FMPE for short. Our parents died fighting for what they believed in and your mom and I know, for a fact, that they died happy knowing that their work didnÕt and still hasnÕt gone unnoticed.Ó My dad smiled with water pooling up in his eyes.

I was crying, like a baby. My grandparents were such remarkable people, I couldnÕt believe it.

               ÒYeah,Ó mom spoke and blowing her nose, ÒthatÕs how they probably wanted to go; still fighting the good fight.Ó And smiled.

               ÒThey were such amazing people, I cannot believe it.Ó Still with tears going down my cheeks.

               ÒOh J, I wish you could remember them. The day that they saw youÉ Gosh. I donÕt remember seeing my parents so happy.Ó Mom said wiping.

               ÒOr mine!Ó and they both laughed.

I wish I could have met them or at least remembered them. If there were a history book on mutants, my grandparents would be in it. I felt like I was related to a president or something.

               ÒJ?Ó Dad spoke, ÒI know that a lot has been said and thereÕs even more to take in, but we need to talk about another issueÉÓ

OhÉ Bal Harbour, completely forgot about that.

               ÒAre you sure that you us the truth, not that I donÕt believe you but I will need to call a lawyer because IÕm positive that the shit will hit the fan, legally and probably literally.Ó

               ÒI mean, I left out smaller details and things like that out, but what I told you guys was what happened today; in a nutshell.Ó

ÒSo youÕre certain that it was Devin that delivered the first blow?Ó

ÒWell, he didnÕt punch me, he threw me off my chair and then into the fountain. So yes, IÕm pretty sure.Ó

ÒOkay good. That will give us a starting point for a self-defense case. But he will probably get charged with assault/battery and then will most likely need to pay for the damages at Bal Harbour, if, we win, if.Ó

ÒShouldnÕt we win? I mean, if he hadnÕt come at me this situation would have never happened.Ó

ÒJacob, you never know. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Hopefully we will be able to get the security tapes.Ó

ÒTony, it will be fine. Just call Richard, he will know what to do.Ó

I didnÕt recognize the name, our lawyerÕs name is Dave, ÒWhoÕs Richard?Ó

ÒRichard is one of the members of the FMPE, who happens to be a lawyer and a mutant. He deals with mutant discrimination cases. This may not be about discrimination, but he will be nothing but helpful in this; hopefully heÕs not too busy.Ó

ÒOh, alright.Ó

Mom stood up from her seat, ÒWell, IÕm sure by now the dinner is ice cold.Ó

We began to get to move and push the chairs into the table.

               ÒOh and Jacob?Ó

               ÒHmm?Ó

               ÒIÕm very proud of you for telling us.Ó Mom said.

               ÒYeah, IÕm sure it wasnÕt easy to get out.Ó Dad furthered.

               ÒWell you were going to see it on the news soon, I figured that it would be better if I told you what happened rather than some reporter.Ó

They both smiled and chuckled because it was true.

               I began to make my way when I had to ask, ÒWhat are we going to do about the school and Devin?Ó

               My mom looks at me, ÒYouÕre not going back to school, thatÕs for damn sure! We need to settle things with the school and youÕll probably miss all of next week, until things have been discussed and what not.Ó She said flatly.

               I looked at her, ÒIÕm not going to argue with that.Ó

               ÒWe will speak to the school on Monday, because we canÕt do anything anyway, itÕs the weekend,Ó dad said.

There was nothing that we could do, it was the weekend, and no one is going to do shit.

               ÒOkay, IÕm going to take like a two hour long bath. I think that it is well deserved, especially after a day like this.Ó

               ÒWell actually the past few days have been crazy.Ó Mom began. ÒWell the accident, that man the ran off, the security guard at school, and now this!Ó

               ÒYeah, youÕve had one hell of a week! You know that you were technically on the news twice in just a few days,Ó dad said laughing.

               Mom hits him playfully on the shoulder, ÒTony?! ItÕs been stressful, IÕm sure.Ó She was holding back a chuckle.

               I laughed, ÒHeÕs right. Not very many people can say that theyÕve in the news almost two days in row and not be a criminal.Ó

They both laughed. IÕm really glad that the air has been cleared and things were not going to be weird. I was also relieved that they accepted their gay mutant teenage son, thatÕs a mouthful. I have the best parents on the entire planet, period. I smiled and left them in the study as I walked back to my room.

               I walked into my room and Emily was sitting on my bed. ÒJacob, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.Ó

               I smiled, ÒThank you Emily, but things are fine now. Everything has been cleared up.Ó

               ÒOkay good. The leftover raviolis are in the refrigerator, in case you get hungry.Ó

               ÒThanks again Emily,Ó I smiled.

               She smiled back, ÒHave a good night Jacob,Ó and left silently.

I was alone in my room. I was told a lot of new information just recently, a lot more than what I was bargaining for. Funny how my grandfathers were telekinetic and so am I. Maybe itÕs some weird heredity thing, weird though, is how neither one of my parents are not mutants. I mean, both of their parents were mutants, could be that it skips a generation or something, like diseases.

               I was going to lay on my bed, until I stumbled on my bags, forgot about those. But then I had an idea. I decided to empty one of the bags; I donÕt want my experiment to mess up any of my purchases! I thought that now that I know about my ability, maybe I should practice a little; I really do not need to destroy another mall. I tried to think back in Bal Harbour, how was I able to do what I did? Well I know, that when Devin Òfroze,Ó I yelled for him to ÒSTOP!Ó Maybe, itÕs the actions of the mind that is the key. So, if I want to lift something I need to picture it lifting. I stared at the bag, and pictured it lifting off the bed.

Fail.

Okay, maybe not. Maybe I should command an object to do something, because technically speaking ÒSTOP!Ó is a command. I returned my attention to the bag and just looked at it. I exhaled, I still couldnÕt believe that I was a mutant, everything happened so fast.

The day was like a blur. I can clearly remember the day, though; me and Liz at breakfast, then the shoe shopping, Prada, sitting down to eat, and then WHAM! Now IÕm a mutant, which has a family history of mutants. I donÕt feel any different, I stare at my limbs, I donÕt look any different. I have always been Jacob Alexander Davenporte, but then I became the gay Jacob Alexander Davenporte and now, since a few hours ago; I am the gay mutant, Jacob Alexander Davenporte. IÕve gone through three identities before I have even gotten to college!

But I digress; let me refocus on that damn bag again. Okay, I need to command it to lift. Should I say it out loud? Guess it wouldnÕt hurt.

ÒLift.Ó

Maybe, I need to be more forceful. I cleared my throat.

ÒLift,Ó I said in a deeper voice.

I should give it a direction, ÒLift, up.Ó

Fail.

Again.

Well, thought it would be kind of cool if I could use my ability while IÕm not defending myself. I guess now that I donÕt have any adrenaline pumping through me or since IÕm not fearing for my life. My ability has decided to recede back into the cracks of my mind.

Nothing to cry over, at least for now. The thought of me being able to lift things, throw, manipulate was really to start to fascinate me. My ability isnÕt a burden, itÕs a gift. I can totally embrace the fact that I have telekinesis.

I decided to text Liz, like she asked me before she left, ÒEverything went fine. You can breathe now :)Ó

ÒOkay, good! J, IÕm so happy that everything is alright :)Ó

ÒYeah, me too. Actually theyÕre pretty cool with. ItÕs not weird. At all.Ó

ÒWell of course! TheyÕre your parents! And they happen to be the Davenportes, the most nonjudgmental accepting people in probably the whole damn world.Ó

ÒYeah, well thatÕs true lol. But thereÕs a lot more to it, like you have NO idea. But, this is a conversation that we need to have in person.Ó

ÒÉOkay, thanks. Why did you just tell me that?! Now IÕm going to be up thinking about what it is. Thanks.Ó

ÒYes, I love you too :)Ó

ÒYeah, whatever! :PÓ

I just rolled my eyes and smiled. I looked over the time, 9 pm. Still early. Time for my bath!

I ran into my closet, took some PJs and dashed into my bathroom.

I turned the hot valve practically all the way, I needed a hot bath. As the water flowed a grabbed some salts. I threw in Lavender, Mint, Jasmine, and some White Tea. It smells wonderful. I began to remove my clothing, from the bottom up, like I usually do. I tossed the outfit to the side. I took the opportunity to look at my body, to see if there were any marks or bruises. I saw that it was a little red on my right side by my collarbone, probably from when Devin pushed me off of the chair. I touched it, it only hurt a little.

But, my left side was bright red, how come I never noticed it before? Well, for sure that will leave a bruise. I decided to attempt to look on my back too, didnÕt have to try too hard. My entire left shoulder was red, from the landing. I switch to the other side, in between my shoulder and spine there was an oval-shaped spot. That was from when I smashed into the fountain; that will, without a doubt, leave a bruise. It hurt to lift my arm on that side, it will be worse tomorrow. Have to tell dad about this, whatever helps the case.

To say that I thoroughly enjoyed my bath is a lie. I felt so much better after it!

I come out of the bathroom and I see my BlackberryÕs indicator light is blinking red, I had 8 missed calls, all from Liz.

                              I text her, ÒNo, Liz, IÕm not going to tell you until tomorrow.Ó

               Instead of replying, she calls me, ÒWhat are you talking about?Ó

               ÒYou know, that thereÕs a lot more to my parents and the mutant thing?Ó

               ÒOh, that. No, almost forgot about it.Ó

               ÒThanks,Ó I said flatly.

               ÒNot because itÕs not important, stupid.Ó I could feel her roll her eyes, ÒThereÕs something that you should know,Ó she said in a serious tone.

ÒWhat?Ó

ÒItÕs about you.Ó

ÒLiz, tell me what it is.Ó

ÒOkayÉ Well, you know Lily, right?Ó

ÒYeah.Ó

ÒWell sheÕs friends with Devin on FaceBook. Her and Allison were talking and then Lily told Allison what she saw, which then Allison called to tell me to tell you.Ó

ÒLiz, what is it?Ó

ÒProbably better if you see it for yourself.Ó

With Liz still attached to my ear, I dashed over to wake up my Vaio, which takes forever.

               ÒIÕm getting a MAC! This thing is taking FOREVER!Ó

               ÒDonÕy worry, itÕs not going anywhere.Ó

               ÒI knowÉÓ

About 30 seconds later, the computer was on. I frantically typed in Òwww.facebook.comÓ and signed in.

               ÒOkay, IÕm in.Ó

               ÒJust search for Devin, itÕs in his statusÉÓ

I began to type his name, click on his picture. I read his status again and again, ÒDevin Gideon is going to kill Jacob Alexander Davenporte. That fag is a mutant and heÕs going to get whatÕs coming to him real soon.Ó I didnÕt even bother reading the comments or who liked it. I guess if/when I go to school I wonÕt need to explain it to anyone.

               ÒJ, you there?Ó

               I forgot that I had Liz on the phone, ÒYeah, justÉ DonÕt know how to react to something like this.Ó

               ÒWell, I know that IÕm pissed off! Who does he think he is?!Ó

               ÒLizÉÓ I chuckled.

               ÒWhat?! ItÕs fucking true! His ego is hurt because he couldnÕt hardly touch you, I think heÕs just pissed off.Ó

               ÒLiz, he may be angry but he is someone with the means to hurt me. I donÕt think that this should be taken too lightly.Ó

               ÒI mean, you have a point. But I donÕt think that he is going to go that far.Ó

               ÒYeah, but better safe than sorry. IÕm going to take a screen shot of it for the case.Ó

               ÒThe what?Ó

               ÒThe case.Ó

               ÒThe case?Ó

               ÒLiz, think. Someone will have to pay for what happened at Bal Harbour. Also, IÕm pretty sure that he is going to turn this whole thing around and try to blame me. HeÕs going to try to make a case on how I ÔattackedÕ him or something.Ó

               ÒTouche.Ó

               ÒIÕm going to go to sleep, IÕm too tired to really be thinking about all of this shit.Ó

               She laughed, ÒNight, IÕll see you tomorrow.Ó

               ÒNight.Ó

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