Just Like A Memory
Characters: ALEX; OPEN
Date&Time: September 23/night; after everything so far.
Setting: the foyer
Summary: His shoulder is healed, his mind isn't.
Rating: N/A
Status: open to multiple.
Sebastian fucking Shaw. It always came back to him. Alex sat on the floor near the fireplace, looking over the public records and military books he'd found, as well as a few files he'd stolen from government facilities that weren't prepared for someone with the kind of training he'd learned during his switch back to this world. It wasn't just a few languages he had learned, Alex had picked up on most everything that Erik taught Havok, and none of it was pleasant. Still, he'd managed to adapt the skills and hadn't killed anyone while getting the files.
Now that he had the information though, he didn't like what he was seeing. The more he read the more he was convinced that the US government in this universe not only had plans for Sentinels, but that they'd already created some and were simply looking for an excuse to use them. After all, if the Second World War had taught the United States' leaders anything, it was that they needed the peoples' support before declaring war, and mutation was something that could potentially ignite another civil war--which they did not need on top of worrying about the Russians.
Glancing at his own arrest record again, Alex was convinced that Stryker purposely involved himself in cases that dealt with known mutants. There were conspiracy theorists who theorized that the US government had a camp set up not unlike the Nazi "work" camps only for mutants, but Alex was convinced that it wasn't the government so much as the military, and while there was a fine line separating the two they were two separate entities at the end of the day. He thought back to the initial interrogation he had endured after his arrest, and some of the things the investigator had asked him made more sense now.
"It's been proven that your power is a danger to others, but you seem to express sincere guilt for your actions, which leads us to believe it was an accident. Mr. Summers, would you ever consider yourself a weapon against humanity?"
"It doesn't matter whether it was an accident or not. The kid's dead just the same."
"Yes, Alex, but would you ever consider using your ability against humanity on purpose?"
He sighed, blinking his eyes a few times as if to be rid of the memories, and gathered the research up, tucking it all into a folder he placed under one of the larger books. No one would look at it as they had no reason to suspect he was up to anything, but he still didn't want to chance one of the younger children stumbling on the information he'd been uncovering lately.
Walking over to stand near one of the tall windows, he pulled the heavy curtain aside and looked outside. Just standing in the starlight made him feel safer, a constant reminder that no one could ever turn his power off, because he was always absorbing power from space. It made him the best kind of weapon--the kind that didn't constantly need new ammunition.
Date&Time: September 23/night; after everything so far.
Setting: the foyer
Summary: His shoulder is healed, his mind isn't.
Rating: N/A
Status: open to multiple.
Sebastian fucking Shaw. It always came back to him. Alex sat on the floor near the fireplace, looking over the public records and military books he'd found, as well as a few files he'd stolen from government facilities that weren't prepared for someone with the kind of training he'd learned during his switch back to this world. It wasn't just a few languages he had learned, Alex had picked up on most everything that Erik taught Havok, and none of it was pleasant. Still, he'd managed to adapt the skills and hadn't killed anyone while getting the files.
Now that he had the information though, he didn't like what he was seeing. The more he read the more he was convinced that the US government in this universe not only had plans for Sentinels, but that they'd already created some and were simply looking for an excuse to use them. After all, if the Second World War had taught the United States' leaders anything, it was that they needed the peoples' support before declaring war, and mutation was something that could potentially ignite another civil war--which they did not need on top of worrying about the Russians.
Glancing at his own arrest record again, Alex was convinced that Stryker purposely involved himself in cases that dealt with known mutants. There were conspiracy theorists who theorized that the US government had a camp set up not unlike the Nazi "work" camps only for mutants, but Alex was convinced that it wasn't the government so much as the military, and while there was a fine line separating the two they were two separate entities at the end of the day. He thought back to the initial interrogation he had endured after his arrest, and some of the things the investigator had asked him made more sense now.
"It's been proven that your power is a danger to others, but you seem to express sincere guilt for your actions, which leads us to believe it was an accident. Mr. Summers, would you ever consider yourself a weapon against humanity?"
"It doesn't matter whether it was an accident or not. The kid's dead just the same."
"Yes, Alex, but would you ever consider using your ability against humanity on purpose?"
He sighed, blinking his eyes a few times as if to be rid of the memories, and gathered the research up, tucking it all into a folder he placed under one of the larger books. No one would look at it as they had no reason to suspect he was up to anything, but he still didn't want to chance one of the younger children stumbling on the information he'd been uncovering lately.
Walking over to stand near one of the tall windows, he pulled the heavy curtain aside and looked outside. Just standing in the starlight made him feel safer, a constant reminder that no one could ever turn his power off, because he was always absorbing power from space. It made him the best kind of weapon--the kind that didn't constantly need new ammunition.