Come ye masters of war,
And you'll build the big guns,
And you'll build the planes,
And you'll build all the bombs
As General Trask surveyed the factory he showed a rare smile. Here were his little worker ants, they ran around and did his bidding few knowing what this operation was all about. This he thought was a successful community, and if he had any say in it, the one of the future, too many people knew too much. He thought with scorn about the latest elected President, Mr Kelly. He must have a lot of splinters in his ass from sitting on the fence so much, not wanting to oppose or support the work in this plant. Trask however pushed this thought to the back of his mind; this was not why he was gracing the factory with his presence today.
This factory, his brainchild, to a casual observer looked like any ordinary factory with a particularly militant foreman, however this does little justice to the truth. If you were to look a little more closely you would see numerous signs bearing the legends Corrosive! Handle with Care! or Nuclear Reactor do not open door! With these dangerous and interesting machines scattered around the base of the factory it would be very easy to overlook an unassuming plain black door above which read a sign Restricted: authorised personnel only. If you were to get through this door (which requires four different passwords in different combinations depending on the time of day) you would see another door and quite a few standard army lockers. In order to survive the conditions in the room through the next door you would most definitely need the contents of these lockers. In each one is a full-length protective body suit with a gas mask and an emergency air supply. When you enter sed room you will immediately notice the glass containers, like over sized test tubes, around the wall. In these test tubes are a few unfortunates who, due to nature and bad luck, are very interesting to the other people with you in identical suits. They are mutants and this is a mutant testing facility and the people in the suits are the testers. They have tested most of the well-known anti-mutant measures in this lab, the spray to de-activate their powers and the personal favourite of Trask, the green gunk that traps and freezes them. However, recently they have been developing a virus which will de-evolve mutants and it was this experiment that Trask was here to see.
As Trask walked across the factory floor listening to the nervous babbling of the scientist behind him he imagined what would happen if the virus is successful, will happen when the virus is successful he corrected himself. His sentinels would patrol the whole of the U.S.A. looking for potential mutants and give them this virus, which would probably be quite painful he mused as it would re-write DNA. Oh well the need of many outweighs the need of one, and without doubt the mutant crisis needed dealt with. For the past fifty years the mutant phenomenon has increased exponentially, the numbers growing out of control. The governments and the UN seemed happy to wait and see what happens but he knows what will happen. The freaks will take over if they remain unchecked. People may call him a mad man but they will be thanking him when he saves their governments with his sentinels and his virus.
As the man hurrying along behind him seemed to be able to spout a continual stream of drivel, Trask decided that he would have to ask him some direct questions if he was to ever get to the truth. "Give me your report on the progress of the virus on our test subjects."
"Well sir, we are having difficultly with this virus as the bodies cannot handle the restructuring of the DNA and they are dying off. There are also quite a few unanswered questions such as will this virus affect humans or will the mutants eventually become resistant to the virus, essentially creating a race of super mutants. I'm afraid the dead line that you have given us is completely out of the question we still have much work to do, and I don't know how we are going to check if it is safe for humans."
"Use your imagination. There are plenty of homeless bums that no one will miss, detail a salvage squad to get as many as possible. You should do this as quickly as possible as I still have to give a presentation to world leaders on the newest preventative methods against mutants. I don't care if you have to work 24 hours a day until then, the virus will be ready. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," he stuttered out and left to go back to the lab.
Now he thought, back to the planning board. The virus would be ready in time, the scientists knew the penalty if it wasn't. However he was running out of test subjects and they weren't that easy to come across. More and more of them where going to schools like Xavier's Institute and they are not easy to break into. However Trask didn't worry, he was a master strategist and eventually the solution would come to him. As he flicked through the files of the mutants it hit him. The morlocks. They were the equivalent of tramps in the mutant community and if a few of them went missing no one would care. In his mind there was always a use for everyone, not however always one that they would like. In this respect it had to be said Trask respected Hitler, he had tried to exterminate physical disabilities, which he thought was a noble cause and the others, well they probably had it coming.
He hummed as he continued flicking through the files but stopped when he came across the name Magneto. His eyes darkened as he thought of all the plans and bases that magneto had destroyed in his relentless quest to find him. Each time he had been one step ahead of Magneto but he knew eventually he would be caught; hence the relentless pace of his scientists in the secret lab in this factory. Ha Magneto, he didn't know who his friends where. He wasted valuable time and energy fighting Xavier and his brats instead of unifying them and having a truly unstoppable team. Oh well his enemy's shortcomings where his advantages, not that Xavier was much of an enemy he didn't take enough risks.
His estimation of Magneto was correct however if he knew what Xavier and Kelly where thinking at that moment he would have realised that he severely under estimated them. But Trask was infallible in his little fortress and as all fools, he had a certain arrogance that made you know eventually he would get his comeuppance. For the prisoners in his test tubes this thought didn't comfort them as they slid off into fevered dreams of torture none of which where more graphic than what had already happened to them. A lucky few dreamt of death and an even luckier one died, not destined to feel the pain of tomorrow. The thing in the cubical next to him closed its eyes, a jealous tear trickled down what once could have been called a cheek, a cheek that once belonged to a young girl who's only worry was she didn't have a boyfriend. She cried silently knowing they had been left here to die by the mutant heroes, Magneto and Xavier.
I thought of this fic when I was listening to Freewheeling by the legend that is Bob Dylan and I thought there was a bit of a parallel. This fic is gonna be a bit dark, its not going to show Xavier in his best light and there is gonna be quite a lot of controversial ideas in this so its probably not what you are expecting. But hey variety is the spice of life. This is gonna be 16 chapters long, each one in a different point of view so I will try and update quickly
So please please please please review! I want to know what you think, if you love it or hate it I don't care I just want feedback!