There was fire in his footsteps as Evan made his way down the hallways and corridors of the facility that the Brotherhood had been keeping him in. Somewhere in this building, Wolverine was drowning. Somewhere.

He had no idea where to begin, but his first stop seemed to pick itself out for him.

You can only see so much ugliness before you have to ( Read more... )

My parents were never real.

The red had almost completely gone away, now. Evan was left sitting on the floor in a room that would have been sterile white, if it was clean.

Simulations-- Computer programs.

It wasn't clean. There was still red.

Too much of it.

( Cut for more torture. Because trauma, that's why. )

"See there, kid."

It was a distant dream.

"No matter what my old man and his geek friends were selling you, I got the straight dope."

Standing in a strange room, surrounded by people he didn't know. Strangers. Villains.

"Learned the hard way, 'bad guy' is a better side of the coin to land on."

( Cut for torture. And murder. And a little more of the first, and then some more of the second. )

Genosha.

Genosha. It was a beautiful word, for such a horrifyingly devastated island. Once upon a time, mutants had been able to live in peace here, going through their day-to-day as normal people. The history of the island hadn't in living memory been peaceful by any stretch of the imagination, but in a world that hated and feared them, mutants ( Read more... )