/Date: May 4th
I never really understood them. They were always on the news for doing something bad, including the X-Men. I couldn't see things from their point of view. An animal being hunted by the entire world, with powers you didn't want or ask for. But on that fateful day, my old life was extinguished, but a new one was being born.
May 4th, 2034
How do I put it normally without offending any mutants that read this? Naw, I guess they can relate.
I was born Garrett Alfred Killian on October 14th, 2018. Child to Lisa Killian and Aldrich Killian. Both brilliant scientist and later founders of Killian Korp.
Raised in Brisbane Australia, our high rise close to the Killian Tower, I lived a comfortable life.
Tutored only when I started middle school, played football with my friends on weekends and did every other thing, and have every other thing a rich kid could want.
Mum slowed down running the company with dad to take care of me, which was fine with her.
Around the time I was ten, which was the year 2028, mutants started to pop up more and more in the news. Mum and dad started to talk more about it, especially dad with his employees. Aldrich Killian was not a man to shy away from a fight, so when certain scientist groups would talk about how they, the humans, should do more to help their fellow man by using science to combat the mutants, Aldrich was the first one to retaliate against them.
At that time, I knew everything about my dad and he about me. We were inseparable. The only question I did not have an answer to was: What was my father's fascination with mutants?
I would soon find six years later.
Remember how I said that me and dad were inseparable in the early years? Well that wasn't the case later on.
He became more obsessed with his work, especially a program he called Extremis. I knew he couldn't be selling weapons to governments, not to use against other humans, but against mutants.
Could he? I wondered. I finally found out on May 4th, 2034.
I had gotten a text from my father at 9:30 am that Friday to meet him at the tower, right away. He had never done that before, study came first before anything. I loved a good mystery so I was out the door right away, being driven by my bodyguard, Darren, to the tower.
Reason why I have a bodyguard you ask? Things had gotten more dangerous in Brisbane than before, more rallies by the Anti-Mutants of Australia to urge the government to do more about the mutant threat. What sparked this like a match was mutant named Pyro, who was Australian too and that is why he bugged us a lot.
I raced Darren to the elevator (playing right wing really helps) making it to my dad's office before Darren did.
"Blimey Gar, you gotta pair of wheels," he said, pretending to wheeze.
I was going to respond but Aldrich came and opened the glass doors.
"Leave us for a moment Darren," my father said nicely enough.
"What's going on dad?" I asked curiously, inspecting the nicely decorated office.
He didn't answer but he led me to his lab behind the office, where he put in a code, hand print and retina scan.
I have been there before but the lab was different this time, more vials on the walls, and strangely on the floor, liquid everywhere and chairs and equipment everywhere.
I knew my father had a short temperament but this was scary violence.
"What happened here?" I asked fearfully, seeing how his hands were shaking, almost smoking?
"I need you to get in that chair now Gar. There is no time. They are coming for me Gar and I need you to help your mother right now," he was shaking heavily now, spittle flying from his lips.
"Dad you're scaring me. Who's coming for you? Mutants?"
"I can't explain now, I wish I could. All you need to know is that it has been laying dormant since I first scanned you!"
A ringing in my ears started to go off, I tried to ask more but he put me down in the chair when everything went in slow motion.
Gunshots, Darren screaming, the door of the lab exploding and men in dark clothes appearing, dad lighting up bright orange, like he was on fire and striking a syringe in my arm.
A fire ignited in my body, smoke enveloping me and me roaring louder than I ever had in a football match.
I looked at the men who had killed Darren and were trying to kill us, with murder in my mind, I let out a shock wave of fire and it propelled me out the window, down, down, down.