Paige Elisabeth Guthrie (country_mouse) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2011-01-25 12:36:00 |
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Things for the X-Men and residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had been less than ideal. Yes, they had a little room, yes, they definitely had their lives... but no. They didn't have the rights that should be available to them. Rights that naturally came with the Declaration of Independence. So they had evolved a little. So what? This was nothing more than biggoted, hypocritical, stupid people who wanted to create another race war in Paige's mind. It was ridiculous to judge a person for what they may look like or something extra they may have. Hell, it was ridiculous to judge period (though Paige had done that more than once herself) because it wasn't their place to judge. It was God's place to judge. So for these little insignificant upstarts to start throwing around their weight just because they were what they called "normal", or mutants to start hunting their own kind and going after young children... it was an atrocity to someone who was raised like Paige was. To someone who raised both mutants and non-mutants like Paige had. Those were the thoughts going through the cornfed blonde's brain as she sat at a cafe in town, drinking a mug of coffee that morning. She was trying to work out why people couldn't just accept changes. Why people had to fight so hard against mutants when, really, mutants were just like humans. Some were bad and some were good. Paige didn't really believe that anyone was inately good or evil, but she did believe that many were led down the wrong path in life due to something that happened to them when they were young or to their own general outlook on things. Paige thought that maybe, just maybe, if she could reach out to some of these mutants who hated what they were, who thought it was some kind of atrocity, and show them that they were just like anyone else, then maybe she could get somewhere. Maybe she could at least quell some of this mutant against mutant hate. If she didn't worry so much about her own family, she could take one or two of them there. Let them see how easy it actually was for mutants and non-mutants to coinside with each other. Her family did it every day, and she knew that Elizabeth, Jeb and Melody used their powers to help around the farm. Part of her wanted to get up and leave this table, leave her coffee, and march down to that cure center to ask them what exactly gave them the right to say that mutants needed to be changed? This cure business infuriated her. How dare they make mutants feel like what they were was a bad thing. Paige loved herself just the way she was. Sure, she may be nerdy and a bit on the motherly side. And sure, she might be able to tear her skin off and have something new underneath for an hour. But it didn't hurt and it was actually kind of cool and unique to the little blonde. If she didn't do that, she'd be just another ordinary person who grew up on a farm. She could help a whole lot easier with this gift and she used it to help often. If more people used their intelligence and their strength to help people instead of hurt them... if they just had more patience (though a lack of patience was also something Paige sometimes had) then the world would probably be a much better place. But... as they said... Rome wasn't built in a day. |