"The Mad Happenings"

Full Summary:

Whose side are you on? The Humans or the Mutants? The Government or the X-Men? Or maybe you're on a totally different side. Fight for a noble cause, because tomorrow there might not be one. The Mutant Registration Act is coming down hard. Soon, riots break out in the streets, people are getting hurt---some even killed. When the riots hit too close to home, Alyce begins to wonder if she's been on the right side of things. Join Alyce, once more, in The Mad Happenings.

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Prof. Jean Grey 9/15/09. Arch.01354 . - 'The Mutant Registration Act. It's been something we were all biting our nails about. The students, up until this point, have remained oblivious about it. Which is a good thing. They knew of the hardships on mutants in this world, but now, now is when it's going to slap them in their faces. I hope this passes over soon.'-

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Chapter One: I'd Come For You

New York City – 1 week ago

He felt her hand slipping. Her tiny, delicate hand slipping away from his as they ran. But he wasn't going to let her go, not here. He pulled her close to him, getting another grip on her whole hand and holding it tight. One glance back and he could see all the fear in her eyes, all the pain in her face. He was only going to focus on her, getting her out of here. It was hard when everything around you had gone to chaos, but, he was going to her safe. No matter what.

As the pair ran, the world around them was trapped in it's own perpetual state of mind. The loud car alarms, making it so he couldn't so much as yell to her without his words being droned out. The heat from the cars, the ones that had been rocked over and set on fire. The broken glass on the floor and the broken fire hydrants that were gushing out with water. That and more, but the most scariest thing were the people.

The people. It was like they had all gone mad. Bats in their hands, some with crowbars. He pushed through the sea of people, pulling her closer to him. He slowed down his pace and she bumped into him, confused. He couldn't stop to talk with her just yet. They were still in danger....actually she was in more danger than he, but he wasn't worried about himself. Only for her. Her brown hair; still calm amidst the chaos. Her brown eyes; still large and vibrant. He gathered her in his arms, shielding her from a large group of people that were walking by. They were chanting some sort of song, the noise just coming to him as a series of chatters. The only thing he could thing of, besides saving her, was this;

"How could they tell who's a mutant and who isn't?"

As far as he was concerned, they couldn't. And that was exactly why they were all so angry. They all hated mutants here. The people who didn't just kept quiet, in fear of getting tangled up in the mess. Those who did, those who tried to help the people they were beating on the streets, got the same turn out. He looked human enough. His black hair and his hazel eyes seemed human enough. But to all these people, all these rioters, it didn't matter.

He was a mutant, but they didn't know that. She was a human....but they didn't know that. If they even got the slightest suspicion that he was a mutant and she was with him, they would both get hurt.

"I'm scared." She suddenly murmured, trying to hug herself deeper into him to feel safe. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I just want to go home."

"I know you do, but we can't." He hugged her as tight as he could, leading her into a nearby alley way. For now it seemed that they could finally have a few moments to themselves. He wanted to use his powers so bad. To just take her up and fly away with her, to create a shield and fight anyone off who dared touch them. Who dared touch her. He knew he was out numbered, no matter if he had powers or not and hurting someone wasn't on his agenda. His brain was confused, he needed to get her somewhere safe...but where?

"Can't we.....can't we just call my sister." It was more of a statement than a question. She patted her jacket pockets, trying to look for her phone. She knew her sister would come get her. Her sister was someone she knew she could depend on to help them out of this situation. The more she patted on her jacket, on her pants, she realized her phone wasn't on her. She let out a breath of annoyance and looked up at her partner with sad eyes. "I don't have it." She mumbled. She had just remembered, now of all times, that she had long lost her purse when they were running. She looked down at her shoes, her bangs falling into her eyes.

"We can stay here for a bit more and see if the riot dies down...." He looked around the alley, and once he deemed it safe, he walked over toward the street looking out to see if what he said would even happen.

She closed her eyes and looked for a place to sit. She ended up sitting on an old milk crate and she was thankful. Her legs ached and her ankles were sore. When the riot started happening, he came for the second she had called. She didn't have time to pack when they started throwing things through her windows. He just came in, grabbed her by her hand, placed a kiss on her lips and ran out the back door. If he hadn't been there when he did, she was sure she would've gotten dragged out of her house and into the street.

Her mind thought once more about calling her sister. Even though she didn't have her phone, she knew there were other ways to call. Even though her and her sister were miles apart, she knew her sister would fight to come get her. "Let's just try to call Ki--"

"We have to go." He suddenly spoke, rushing over to her and grabbing her by her hand once more. He had seen a group of rioters come walking their way. No doubt to check the alley for anyone hiding. To them, anyone hiding meant they were a mutant. He wasn't going to risk them getting interrogated by a group of men. She squeaked, her ankle caving. They had been running so much, she was tired. Exhausted. And she was sure he was feeling the same way, but he shown no signs of it.

Hearing her beep, he quickly turned around and motioned for her to get on his back. She did so, awkwardly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her legs, to keep her steady and set down the alley. She was small enough for him to do that, carry her and not get tired. He could probably keep her on his back for hours on end. She was light as a feather and he was relieved.

He was trying his best to not run, but to keep an even steady pace. It really was taking him everything he had to not burst out running and leap himself into the air. He smiled upon thinking that, for the first time he had done that with her on his back she nearly freaked.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her voice close to his ear, her breath tickling his skin.

"You'll see when we get there. We're going to be safe, I promise you." He spoke, lifting her up a bit as he continued walking. He could hear the troupe of men enter the alley and he prayed that he had gotten far enough from their view. He didn't know how everything had gotten to shit so quickly, but it had.

"Julian...." She mumbled, resting her cheek on his head. She felt her eyes droop with sleep and she wasn't planning on fighting it. She knew she could fall asleep and when she woke up he would still be with her. Julian would still be with her.

"Yes, Claire?" He asked, waiting for her to answer. He smiled hearing the tiredness in her voice. A part of him settled down, felt at ease, knowing she felt safe enough to fall asleep. "Claire?" He questioned, realizing he had lost himself in his own thoughts and she had grown silent. She mumbled something, obviously she had fallen asleep, but she woke up once more, placing a small kiss on the back of his neck.

"....I love you."

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