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This story is No. 2 in the series "Not Quite Magic". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sometimes a mutant paradise isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sequel to Not Quite Magic.

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Marvel Universe > X-MenJacoFR15124,590047,64713 Aug 1117 Sep 11Yes

Day 1

Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
X-Men belongs to Marvel.


I think that's you're meant to start this but I'm not too sure. I haven't written like this in a long time. Maybe I'll get better at it.

My name is Mutate 1410. I used to have a different name but I can't remember it now. I think I used to have a family too. Normal people do. I used to be one of those. I can't remember that either. Sometimes I think there's a lot I can't remember. Sometimes I'm not too sure. I had a diary when I was normal, I remember that. That might be why I have one now too. I can pretend I'm normal and everything will be OK.

I'm sick. Dying. I'm not the only one. I'm glad in a way. It makes me not be alone so much even though we don't talk much. Sometimes I think I have forgotten how to talk. Then I talk to one of the workers that comes through here. It always surprises me when I do that.

I don't think I'm explaining this very well. Not that anyone's going to read this. I'm just one of hundreds, thousands even. I'm doing it again. Sorry.

I'll try again. My name is Mutate 1410. I'm from Genosha. If you haven't heard of it, Genosha is an island north of Madagascar. I think everyone has heard of Genosha but I'm not too sure. I used to work in a casino. I didn't get paid but mutates don't. We don't really count as people. At least we didn't before, we might now. I can affect probability. That's why they had me in a casino. To stop people winning. I don't work any more because I'm ill. I have the legacy virus. It's going to kill me.

One of the workers said I should write things down. He said it would make me feel better. He's the one who got me the paper and pencil. We don't get many things here so I'm trying to write small and make the paper last. I don't know if he'll give me more.

I'm going to stop writing now. I haven't written since I was thirteen and it's making my hand hurt. I'll try to write more later. I don't think I've explained things well.
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