You hadn't meant to kill him, only to hit him hard enough that he wouldn't be able to speak for a while. You couldn't risk him ruining your years of hard work, not tonight and now not ever. He'd be found by some cousin or aunt eventually and if they ever traced it back to you then the best case scenario would be exile and execution at the worst.
If you'd have known your cousins would be out tonight you could have made some excuse to avoid the area, tell the human survivors you were going to the bar instead and they could have joined you there. Instead they just had to go and poke around the unspoken border between the human and mutant markets.
Life was tense enough between the two groups without idiot teens trying to stir up trouble by "sightseeing the freaks", aka everyone you grew up with. Luckily for you, your mutation was mostly internal with the only external sign being abnormal bone growths on your hips that were easy enough to hide with carefully cut padding from a sofa you found in an alley.
None of them suspected that you were one of the "freaks" and if you wanted to get into university then you needed at least three of them to vouch for you. Humans don't vouch for mutants, they nod from a distance and stare in horrified awe when your back is turned.
Killing your cousin was an accident but your future was far more important than guilt over a freak.
If you'd have known your cousins would be out tonight you could have made some excuse to avoid the area, tell the human survivors you were going to the bar instead and they could have joined you there. Instead they just had to go and poke around the unspoken border between the human and mutant markets.
Life was tense enough between the two groups without idiot teens trying to stir up trouble by "sightseeing the freaks", aka everyone you grew up with. Luckily for you, your mutation was mostly internal with the only external sign being abnormal bone growths on your hips that were easy enough to hide with carefully cut padding from a sofa you found in an alley.
None of them suspected that you were one of the "freaks" and if you wanted to get into university then you needed at least three of them to vouch for you. Humans don't vouch for mutants, they nod from a distance and stare in horrified awe when your back is turned.
Killing your cousin was an accident but your future was far more important than guilt over a freak.
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