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Author: LightningRivera
Rated: T - English - Drama/General - Reviews: 8 - Published: 06-03-14 - Updated: 06-03-14 id:10406104
Silence.
That was all Hank heard.
Well, there was the sound of shouting and annoying gasps from the government officials, but for the sake of a dramatic point in literature here; let's ignore that.
Raven-Mystique-'s eyes met his, and he could feel the world stop. Yellow orbs met clear blue ones and a silent message was passed. It could have many meanings, like:
"Take care of Charles, my dear Hank," or
"Mutant and proud, remember Hank," or maybe even
"What're you staring at, moron? Got a problem with blue people?"
A small smile rested upon her beautiful lips, and Hank wanted to laugh and cry and shout all at the same time.
But he just stared like those lovestruck victims in sappy Hollywood movies. As she lithely slipped past the wreckage he just stared, wondering what would have happened if he followed her or told her to come back, to not leave him in sorrow. He doubted she would follow or listen to him, though. He had made her cry the last time.
Besides, he was a beast.
(He was in human form then, but that's not the point)
Sadly he followed Charles back to the old school, where he would continue to help search for other mutants.
Every day he would think about that day, that day when he could have been the gallant knight and rescued the beautiful princess from the cruel world and ridden off into the sunset, where a promising world stood.
Sure, Raven had chosen not to shoot and Magneto gave a rather moving monologue: everyone said that it would be alright, that mutants would be accepted into society-
But Hank knew that it was just an empty promise. Humanity would never accept them.
How could the humans accept them, with extraordinary powers? Humans were always afraid of the Unknown, of the sheer thought of oblivion or the moving progression of society. The existence of mutants challenged the existence of the mere 'homo sapien'. Mutants were a stark statement of the humans' incapability; perhaps even a tease at the 'homo sapiens' inability to perform such things that the mutants could do so easily.
People were always insecure. They were afraid of those who were above them; they detested those who were below them.
At night Hank lay in bed and tried to shut out all the voices and mutants crying out for help.
Hank was sitting at the back of a truck.
He was wearing a plain button-down shirt with khakis. Raven was sitting next to him. She wore her hair up; her skin glistening a pretty tan in the sun. She was smiling crazily, holding a drink in one hand; her other hand raised in flamboyance, as if she was telling a funny story.
After laughing at something Hank couldn't register, Raven leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"We should do this more often," she whispered. He nodded. They sat in silence, staring at the clouds and the orange sun.
"That cloud looks like you," he said suddenly.
"Why?" Raven asked.
"It's fluffy and long and curvy."
She grinned. "I take that as a compliment."
He laughed. "You're amazing."
"Another compliment! You sure are generous today, Hank."
He snorted, which eventually led to choking, leading to uncontrollable laughter from the two of them.
The sky darkened and the pale moonlight appeared. They were just two normal people pointing out constellations, sitting at the back of a truck in the peaceful night.
If must be a dream, Hank thought. Sitting next to the most beautiful girl in the world, watching the night pass by..
Hank woke up in his cosy bed, next to his sad photographs which made him reminiscence in the old times and attend pity parties. Of course it was a dream.
Good things seemed to avoid him.
A/N I love X-men, and I've been seriously bored these few weeks, so I decided to write this...
Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are more than welcome.
