Beast of Them

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of the Marvel (comics) mutant-hero thinker (Beast) whose patriot-contemplations leads him to Professor X's institute, for Earth's largeness.

Beast (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. Happy Labor Day all,

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JOURNAL: I don't know what's coming over me, but I was driving across the North American roadways, in my rented/leased white-auto for focus, and I found the right capitalism-journal adverbs for swiftly casting fortune superstitions for my Selfie-comments and post-age of terrorism paranoia for everyday life, and I found strange hairs growing on my head, blue in color, and my rented white auto, otherwise classic-comfort, was becoming my special curse (damn!).

JOURNAL: I know my name (Mr. Amlan Satan), and I'm an Algerian-Catholic Bostonian (American citizen) and immigrant-turned-patriot, and I found special fascination with gifted/talented capitalism diagrams for my cyber-storyboards about fortune-risk and casino-haven 'consciousness' for Western (American Homeland) patriot-rhetoric for areas like the Boardwalk land (Atlantic City) and the big-little city of lights/hospitality (Reno) before finding myself transforming into the Beast...and I wonder if I should enlist in Professor X's Virginia institute for the gifted mutants seeking heroics for Selfie-phones.

JOURNAL: Here I am now in a Cali-science building for the Ego; and I'm intrigued by the oceanography reports of a dragon-specter discovered to be possibly swimming/lurking/hiding/veiled in the Pacific water-abyss for heights in evolution-examination for dangers and mysteries, and I know I wouldn't add to this enterprise here in the West Coast for my Beast status/mutation...but perchance Professor X would offer some cool advice for my journeyman image for Earthling dodecahedrons (for sportsmanship!).

JOURNAL: There's nothing so savory and satisfying as sitting in my hostel-station (Inn-Express) kitchen arena in San Diego, brewing my self-prepared seafood-chowder, complete with scallions and seafood-tasty treats and potatoes and celery and creamy dairy magic and thinking that my full-transformation into the cerebral but patriotism-rich anti-human 'creature-specter' (which I've named the Beast, as logged in my journal entries prior, ha), will draw me to Professor X's special school of training and class (for the Ego).