With a Whimper--Chapter 1 Dazed and abused.
Title: With a whimper
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc
Rating: pg-13.
Synopsis: When the Mutant Registration act goes into effect, things change very rapidly. And our Mutant hero's are in for some Dark Days ahead.
A/N:JudasMalfoy inspired me to write this, Each Chapter has a song for it. I will post the song and who did it at the head of each chapter so you can either A. find it and Download it. Or B. Just know what song I'm using LOL!
Song for: Prologue and Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused by Seether
X-posted on dry_ice
Prologue: With a Whimper.
The Late October sun was just preparing to set, off to the north thunder heads looked ready to roll in short order. In the Xavier institute for gifted children the halls were empty. Dust had gathered on the expensive artifacts. Cobwebs hung from picture frames as if to mock the people with in there wooden frames. The front foyer was a mess, the windows had been blown in, glass sparkled in the sun. A vase lay on the ground, dead and forgotten flowers lay forgotten as if someone had dropped the vase. A spray of blood slid up the wall a small hole in the center marking the passing of a bullet. The Body long sense removed. In another hallway upstairs water pooled in the hallway and three long claw marks dug through the fine grain wood. Outside something floats on the surface of the pool just a doll left behind or dropped in a rush, a tree lays on its side, ripped in half by gun fire. This time when they came knocking there had been no tranquilizers, pure bone and muscle destroying bullets. Lives had been taken here.
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Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused.
When they passed the mutant registration act those of us who knew, felt in our bones how bad it would get ran away. Vanished into the unknown and unexplored. Those of us who stood our ground when they came to our doors were mowed down with bullets. Those too young, or too scared to fight were tossed into the back of a waiting military vehicle that shut us off from our mutation. Magneto was one of the one's who vanished taking the brother hood of mutants with him. Taking some of the X-men with him as well, those smart enough to know what was coming. I couldn't help but feel the pain when it reached us that Jean Grey had been shot through the head when they'd broken into the institute. That Scott Summers had been literally cut in half before he could blow anyone away. They had at one point been my friends, my family. This was hell on earth for all mutants, not just us bad guys anymore. Hiding in the woods, the mountains, the desert where ever was unexplored untouched by human hand became home to us. To the persecuted.
When Bobby Drake and Kitty Pryde stumbled into our Camp three weeks after the taking of Xavier's school, they came bearing the sad news of those dead, and those captured taken away to the camps. Magneto called them concentration camps. The old Magneto, the one from before this war, before this hell would of smirked and told Drake and Pryde he told them so, but this Magneto hugged them both. Told them they would be safe here, we will never be safe, and then had one of his many show them to a place to rest and get cleaned up. Me I wanted to ask what happened to Rogue. But, instead I kept to the shadows, kept my face hidden by the hooded sweatshirt.
I watch, I've gotten really good at that, I barley spend time with Magneto at one point I was his right hand man now, no the little speedster is that. The kid runs in and out, finds small groups of mutants hiding and brings them to us. Still don't know how Bobby and Kitty found us with out him. I should go talk to them, see how they did it. It would be our group again, a group among a group. I wouldn't be the outcast, the ignored. I can feel the witch watching me again. I duck my head and head for one of the camouflaged tents. One of our new recruits was a part of the army. When the forced the registration on us he was one of the first to run. Stupidly enough nobody took his codes away. He was able to get us all sorts of gear. Well, not me just those that were important to Magneto.
She's not far behind me, she's always keeping an eye on me. It drives me nuts I'd fry her if I didn't think Magneto would kill me for it. I slump down on one of the borrowed Bed rolls and stare straight ahead. I don't talk much anymore, which I'm sure Bobby would find amusing cause he could never get me to shut up. I finally give in and look at her not saying anything I search her eyes for something to show me what she's seeing. Haven't looked at myself in weeks. I ignore the twinge of pain in my leg.
“You can't stay angry for every John,” She says.
“Pyro,” I insist.
“None of us use those names anymore John, its not safe.”
“Your father does,”
“My father is different,”
“Your father is a prick,”
I close my eyes expecting her to hex me for saying such a thing. Especially about our great savior. Some Savior and old man in a cape and helmet. I open my eyes and look at her, this time I see what I'm looking for the pity. The pity most of the old brother hood must be feeling for me now. I used to be the strongest, now I'm the weakest.
The explosion that ripped the last brotherhood hide out to pieces had killed me. Literally my heart had stopped beating. The soldiers had left me there, I was dead a clean up crew would retrieve me shortly. Speedster had found me, he had informed Magneto who instead of telling him to leave me had told him to bring me to the new base of operations. I never found out what happened to the likes of Gambit, Toad and The Blob. Rumors tell me that Avalanche is out there somewhere. Causing hell for the soldiers. An earthquake in Chicago had buried 300 Gestapo, thats what Magneto calls them, alive. Only three had made it out alive, thanks to an unknown Mutant pulling them out.
The President had said on TV that if this unknown unregistered mutant came forward he or she would be given a full pardon for his or her crimes as a mutant. Yeah, right the pardon would be a firing squad ready to blow their brains across the sidewalk as soon as they showed themselves. I wonder if it had been one of the X-men. There were still a few running free, Wolverine, Rogue maybe Rogue, but I haven't asked Bobby yet what happened to her. Storm, Colossus, one of them would still want to save humanity maybe.
“How is your leg?” The witch's voice break through my thought's I'd almost forgotten she was there.
“Fine,”
“Any pain?”
“Its fine,”
“If it was fine you would be out on missions again, now any pain?” She insists.
“What does it matter, I'm useless now.”
“your never useless John,”
“Pyro,” I want so very bad to call on my powers, to burn her alive show her how useless I can be when her father kills me.
She just shakes her head. “You won't get better acting like this,” She turns and leaves, leaves me alone just like everyone else. I know, I'm driving them away but its easier this way, it makes life easier this way. If I'm not one of them then when I do finally die. For good. Maybe I should go see Bobby and Kitty, I'm starting to think like I did before I was a part of something. Right now I feel like I'm not a part of anything. I pull myself up cursing my leg the whole way till I finally get myself on my feet.
As I make my way to the tent that Bobby and Kitty are in I wonder now where Wolverine was. The feral of a mutant had saved them the last time the army had come knocking. I wondered if maybe just maybe he'd run before things had gotten bad. I finally reach the tent and I pause outside listening to the sounds of them talking to each other. I swallow and clear my throat, silence meets that, then finally the tent flap is pulled back and Kitty looked out at me.
“John,” She whispered.
I open my mouth to correct her only to have her grab me and pull me into the tent hugging me tightly. She's crying I'm not used to this, I look up and I see Bobby watching us. I look confused I must because suddenly he's hugging me as well. I feel safe, I feel warm, I feel at home. They tell me they'd heard rumors that I was dead, killed in the attack on the brotherhood home. I find myself wondering why they blew us up. In truth I know why, were the dangerous mutants. The one's who need to be killed first, we won't be worthwhile in the camps. Concentration camps is what Kitty decides to call them. She says there just like the camps the Jewish were put in by the German's during the Holocaust.
I guess I never wasn't one of them, I guess maybe I was always one of them no matter where we were. It just took the end of the world to show us that.
This is the way the world ends....
This is the way the world ends....
This is the way the world ends....
Not with a Bang, but with a whimper....
T.S. Eliot.
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc
Rating: pg-13.
Synopsis: When the Mutant Registration act goes into effect, things change very rapidly. And our Mutant hero's are in for some Dark Days ahead.
A/N:JudasMalfoy inspired me to write this, Each Chapter has a song for it. I will post the song and who did it at the head of each chapter so you can either A. find it and Download it. Or B. Just know what song I'm using LOL!
Song for: Prologue and Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused by Seether
X-posted on dry_ice
Prologue: With a Whimper.
The Late October sun was just preparing to set, off to the north thunder heads looked ready to roll in short order. In the Xavier institute for gifted children the halls were empty. Dust had gathered on the expensive artifacts. Cobwebs hung from picture frames as if to mock the people with in there wooden frames. The front foyer was a mess, the windows had been blown in, glass sparkled in the sun. A vase lay on the ground, dead and forgotten flowers lay forgotten as if someone had dropped the vase. A spray of blood slid up the wall a small hole in the center marking the passing of a bullet. The Body long sense removed. In another hallway upstairs water pooled in the hallway and three long claw marks dug through the fine grain wood. Outside something floats on the surface of the pool just a doll left behind or dropped in a rush, a tree lays on its side, ripped in half by gun fire. This time when they came knocking there had been no tranquilizers, pure bone and muscle destroying bullets. Lives had been taken here.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused.
When they passed the mutant registration act those of us who knew, felt in our bones how bad it would get ran away. Vanished into the unknown and unexplored. Those of us who stood our ground when they came to our doors were mowed down with bullets. Those too young, or too scared to fight were tossed into the back of a waiting military vehicle that shut us off from our mutation. Magneto was one of the one's who vanished taking the brother hood of mutants with him. Taking some of the X-men with him as well, those smart enough to know what was coming. I couldn't help but feel the pain when it reached us that Jean Grey had been shot through the head when they'd broken into the institute. That Scott Summers had been literally cut in half before he could blow anyone away. They had at one point been my friends, my family. This was hell on earth for all mutants, not just us bad guys anymore. Hiding in the woods, the mountains, the desert where ever was unexplored untouched by human hand became home to us. To the persecuted.
When Bobby Drake and Kitty Pryde stumbled into our Camp three weeks after the taking of Xavier's school, they came bearing the sad news of those dead, and those captured taken away to the camps. Magneto called them concentration camps. The old Magneto, the one from before this war, before this hell would of smirked and told Drake and Pryde he told them so, but this Magneto hugged them both. Told them they would be safe here, we will never be safe, and then had one of his many show them to a place to rest and get cleaned up. Me I wanted to ask what happened to Rogue. But, instead I kept to the shadows, kept my face hidden by the hooded sweatshirt.
I watch, I've gotten really good at that, I barley spend time with Magneto at one point I was his right hand man now, no the little speedster is that. The kid runs in and out, finds small groups of mutants hiding and brings them to us. Still don't know how Bobby and Kitty found us with out him. I should go talk to them, see how they did it. It would be our group again, a group among a group. I wouldn't be the outcast, the ignored. I can feel the witch watching me again. I duck my head and head for one of the camouflaged tents. One of our new recruits was a part of the army. When the forced the registration on us he was one of the first to run. Stupidly enough nobody took his codes away. He was able to get us all sorts of gear. Well, not me just those that were important to Magneto.
She's not far behind me, she's always keeping an eye on me. It drives me nuts I'd fry her if I didn't think Magneto would kill me for it. I slump down on one of the borrowed Bed rolls and stare straight ahead. I don't talk much anymore, which I'm sure Bobby would find amusing cause he could never get me to shut up. I finally give in and look at her not saying anything I search her eyes for something to show me what she's seeing. Haven't looked at myself in weeks. I ignore the twinge of pain in my leg.
“You can't stay angry for every John,” She says.
“Pyro,” I insist.
“None of us use those names anymore John, its not safe.”
“Your father does,”
“My father is different,”
“Your father is a prick,”
I close my eyes expecting her to hex me for saying such a thing. Especially about our great savior. Some Savior and old man in a cape and helmet. I open my eyes and look at her, this time I see what I'm looking for the pity. The pity most of the old brother hood must be feeling for me now. I used to be the strongest, now I'm the weakest.
The explosion that ripped the last brotherhood hide out to pieces had killed me. Literally my heart had stopped beating. The soldiers had left me there, I was dead a clean up crew would retrieve me shortly. Speedster had found me, he had informed Magneto who instead of telling him to leave me had told him to bring me to the new base of operations. I never found out what happened to the likes of Gambit, Toad and The Blob. Rumors tell me that Avalanche is out there somewhere. Causing hell for the soldiers. An earthquake in Chicago had buried 300 Gestapo, thats what Magneto calls them, alive. Only three had made it out alive, thanks to an unknown Mutant pulling them out.
The President had said on TV that if this unknown unregistered mutant came forward he or she would be given a full pardon for his or her crimes as a mutant. Yeah, right the pardon would be a firing squad ready to blow their brains across the sidewalk as soon as they showed themselves. I wonder if it had been one of the X-men. There were still a few running free, Wolverine, Rogue maybe Rogue, but I haven't asked Bobby yet what happened to her. Storm, Colossus, one of them would still want to save humanity maybe.
“How is your leg?” The witch's voice break through my thought's I'd almost forgotten she was there.
“Fine,”
“Any pain?”
“Its fine,”
“If it was fine you would be out on missions again, now any pain?” She insists.
“What does it matter, I'm useless now.”
“your never useless John,”
“Pyro,” I want so very bad to call on my powers, to burn her alive show her how useless I can be when her father kills me.
She just shakes her head. “You won't get better acting like this,” She turns and leaves, leaves me alone just like everyone else. I know, I'm driving them away but its easier this way, it makes life easier this way. If I'm not one of them then when I do finally die. For good. Maybe I should go see Bobby and Kitty, I'm starting to think like I did before I was a part of something. Right now I feel like I'm not a part of anything. I pull myself up cursing my leg the whole way till I finally get myself on my feet.
As I make my way to the tent that Bobby and Kitty are in I wonder now where Wolverine was. The feral of a mutant had saved them the last time the army had come knocking. I wondered if maybe just maybe he'd run before things had gotten bad. I finally reach the tent and I pause outside listening to the sounds of them talking to each other. I swallow and clear my throat, silence meets that, then finally the tent flap is pulled back and Kitty looked out at me.
“John,” She whispered.
I open my mouth to correct her only to have her grab me and pull me into the tent hugging me tightly. She's crying I'm not used to this, I look up and I see Bobby watching us. I look confused I must because suddenly he's hugging me as well. I feel safe, I feel warm, I feel at home. They tell me they'd heard rumors that I was dead, killed in the attack on the brotherhood home. I find myself wondering why they blew us up. In truth I know why, were the dangerous mutants. The one's who need to be killed first, we won't be worthwhile in the camps. Concentration camps is what Kitty decides to call them. She says there just like the camps the Jewish were put in by the German's during the Holocaust.
I guess I never wasn't one of them, I guess maybe I was always one of them no matter where we were. It just took the end of the world to show us that.
This is the way the world ends....
This is the way the world ends....
This is the way the world ends....
Not with a Bang, but with a whimper....
T.S. Eliot.