Suzy’s Strange Saga

The Future…

“You know how mutants are dear, they act on impulse sometimes.” You say as you sew up a shirt.
“Yes, I get that, but I specifically told my congregation NOT to attack Iron Union transports! Last thing we need is the GZ corporation sniffing around this town asking questions. I’m just glad I managed to convince them to clean up the mess, even if some of them were bitching the entire time.” Bobby exclaims.
“Hm, well you are very persuasive when you want to be. Guess that’s why they listen to you at all.”

Bobby just sits down in a nearby chair continuing to rant about the troubles with his “congregation.” You’ve heard the complaints before several times and really this is just a normal routine for you both. Bobby complains and you listen to his troubles. Just part of married life you suppose.

Making adjustments to accommodate your significant other’s desires is another part of married life.

Bobby may have very well left his “religion” behind, but the cult leader part of him never really left him. You’re not even exactly sure what “higher power” Bobby believes in now, if he does at all. Personally you think he just made up some shit and managed to convince a bunch of mutants to follow him. Not that you really care. He’s bringing in the loot with his little band of brainwashed mutants and it provides him with a sense of fulfillment, despite the fact he’s doing a lot of complaining right now.

“Bobby, you’re worrying too much again. I’m sure your minions aren’t the only mutants living in this town that have attacked Iron Union transports. Besides, last I heard the Iron Union is in the middle of a civil war. So even if they did find out, I doubt if they’ve even got the firepower to launch an attack on a place that has the reputation of being a large and extremely dangerous mutant town.” You say.
“Heh, well they certainly got less now. There were some nice weapons in that transport.” Bobby chuckles.
“See? Just gotta look on the bright side of things.” You say.

Maintaining an optimistic mindset certainly came in handy during those early years when it was just you and Bobby surviving on the road, drifting from place to place. Not that it was all-bad and some of it was even fun, but you and Bobby were never truly happier when you finally managed to lay down roots here in Emberville.

You, of course for the reasons of comfort and security. Bobby of course still wanted a family. He had you of course, but you know deep down he still wanted to have children with you.

Which also became another adjustment, but really not one you were so resistant about anymore. You just needed time like you said and eventually you felt it was the right time.

To be honest, you think the only real problem you ever had with moving in and marrying Bobby to begin with was his family and even then it was specifically his sister Diana. You wonder if you would’ve done all this sooner had she never been in the picture. Oh well, no point in playing “What if” especially since everything worked out.

“Alexander! Your shirt is done!” you shout.

Your son comes in from his room. Normally he’s out playing, but there are times where he just shuts himself away and reads whatever books Bobby or you find for him. It’s good that he has a variety of interests.

“Hey this looks as good as new.” He exclaims.
“I doubt that, but I did the best I could with what I had.”
“Where did you learn to sew Mom?” Alexander asks.
“Oh, my mother taught me when I was little. Never thought I’d actually ever take it up again though, but in this sort of world, it’s sort of a handy skill to have.”
“Hey how come you never told me about that little interesting tidbit about your life when we were first going out? I remember being surprised when you told me you had seamstress skills” Bobby asks.
“Like I said, I never thought it was important until this whole world went to shit and sewing up clothes was something I had to actually do more frequently.” You answer.

“Did she teach you how to cook too?” Alexander asks
“Hah, no. I didn’t learn how to do that until much later in life and I taught myself mostly.” You say.
“Your mother is misremembering things again. She actually learned a lot from Mrs. Zerul down the street. Before we moved here, your mother’s cooking probably nearly killed me more times than gunfire.” Bobby jokes, which gets him a glare.
“Hey, there were several times that we didn’t starve thanks to me.” You snap.

“Well I think you’re a good cook Mom.” Alexander remarks.
“Thanks son, at least someone here appreciates me. Now go out and play and try not to ruin the shirt you’re currently wearing. Especially if you play with that Jenny girl.”
“Who’s Jenny?” Bobby asks, not knowing all of his son’s friends as usual.
“Jenny is a cute little mutant girl with talons instead of normal nails. Last time they were playing and Alexander came home with a shirt that was beyond my sewing skills.”
“You sure they were just playing?” Bobby asks.
“Bobby!” you say.
“Hey, kids grow up fast without traditional social norms!” Bobby says.
“And what exactly would YOU even know what traditional social norms are?” you ask.
“…well I do know what they were even if I didn’t actually practice them. In fact I’d say I’m a living example of what happens to a child growing up without traditional social norms.” Bobby replies.

Alexander isn’t quite sure what you and Bobby going on about, but speaks up.

“Me and Jenny were just playing tag that time my shirt was all ripped up, like I said.”
“Yes, I remember and I believe you. Now off you go, and remember dinner will be ready just before night fall.”

Alexander agrees he’ll be careful and runs out to play with his friends.

You watch him briefly from the door.

“Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn’t be a little more protective of him.” You say.
“He’s fine. Better he get some claw scratches and bruises now so he doesn’t grow up to be completely sheltered.” Bobby responds.
“Yeah I know all too damn well what the dangers that can bring, especially with the way the world is now. Still, can’t help but worry at times.”

Bobby stands up and walks over to reassure you.

“Well of course you worry, you’re a good mother. And here you always thought you wouldn’t make a good one, remember?”
“Yeah, that was a whole other lifetime ago. I can honestly say I’m glad those old days are behind us.”

Bobby nods and begins to caress you. You return his affection with a kiss and the pair of you just sort of hold each other for awhile.

Seems surreal at times that you arrived at this point. Married, a child, and living modest home in a town mainly consisting of mutants. Though given both your family and Bobby’s, maybe it makes sense you fit in better with a community full of mutants.

To be honest, you think the only real problem you ever had with moving in and marrying Bobby to begin with was due to the situation with his sister Diana. You wonder if you would’ve done all this sooner had she never been in the picture. Oh well, no point in playing “What if” especially since everything worked out.

This life is harder than your old one in several ways, but given all the new skills you learned and all of what you’ve managed to achieve, you’re definitely a stronger and better person now than you ever were before.

“Well I guess I better get started on dinner. Unless you want what Mrs. Zerul is serving down the street.” You say elbowing Bobby in the side for his previous comment.
“Oh yeah because hideous old women with humps on their back and scales on their face really do it for me. You know I was joking about that.”
“I know. You brought the groceries right?”
“Yeah, just vegetables and meat though. Didn’t get a hold of much else this time.”
“It’s all I ever really need. I know you’re probably tired from getting the stuff last night, but can you help me get started?” you ask.
“Sure. Meet you in the kitchen.” Bobby responds.

Bobby heads to the root cellar and you head to the kitchen when you start your preparations. You’re lucky to have the kitchen amenities you have compared to most in this town. Wood burning stoves aren’t that common here, but then again most mutants don’t bother cooking their food at all. You and Bobby of course aren’t savages.

As you’re getting everything set, Bobby comes up with the groceries and sets them down on the large prep table.

“There you go baby. You need me to help prep the meat?”
“Nah, I can do it. Doesn’t take me long.”
“Okay, I’m going to get some sleep. Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do. Thanks dear.” You say and Bobby kisses you on the cheek before heading off to bedroom.

You grab your machete and stare at the table.

The tied and gagged naked young woman continues to squirm on the table. If she could, she’d probably scream or beg. You’re guessing she was part of whatever caravan Bobby and his congregation raided. Probably the merchant since she doesn’t look like a guard. That’s a good thing; her meat isn’t going to be as tough.

This would be the other advantage of living in a mutant town: They don’t frown upon cannibalism here.

The young woman’s eyes widen as you bring the machete down to finish her off.

As you chop up the rest of the woman’s body, you briefly think about the past again, specifically when Bobby’s aunt was psychoanalyzing you.

She certainly was right when she said you were prone to revel in great violence under the right circumstances.