A/N: I've switched fanfic sites. I've decided to give this story a second chance, a revival if you will. Let me know what you think! In search of Beta's, or not.. I don't know yet. Message me anyways. This is my first. Enjoy!
I didn't think I would get that far anyways. I never did. I don't know why I thought Victor had gotten any weaker over the years or that his hard ass temper had lessened. I'm a joke. And now I'm dead at some random construction site and my body won't be found until Monday because it's Friday, and no one in this godforsaken town works on weekends. I'm a lucky girl. A very lucky very dead girl. I'm Anastasia Nguyen. More so I was. I know this is sounding a bit hazy and a little on the shifty side so let's clear somethings up. How about a flashback hm?
War. It goes on for years. Two sides one cause. For those of you who survived, congratulations you're a bad ass. Living in a place like Vietnam during a time of war is hell. Let me tell you. They expect the villagers to play a neutral role in this "exercise". Mend the wounded, feed the hungry, supply the broken. It's stupid. Sometimes I like to go outside and watch. My mom would always beg me not to and my reply would always be the same, "I'm not going to sit around and wait for my turn to be raped and or pillaged." But let's get real here. What did I have to lose? I'm nearly unstoppable. Get shot? Fast healing. Grenade? Cat like reflexes. Gun to the face? Metal Manipulation; bend it. The only time I would be legitimately screwed is in time of face to face combat, because I can't use compulsion that well just yet. I ran out of my house as soon as I heard gunfire. It was around 0500. Before anyone should be up, a surprise attack. My mother says that's how I came to be. Because my American father took her by surprise. Real cute. I went up to the usual spot. In the abandoned lookout tower that was incorrectly placed thus hindering it useless. It was a great spot too. No one ever goes up there and you could see the war for miles. I could hear a helicopter overhead and vicious shooting. "These Americans are something else," I say as I try to look up but see no helicopter in sight.
Then...it stops. I notice that the helicopter has landed near my village and there are screams and gunshots. We're supposed to be nuetral. I ran as quickly as I could down the stairs of the watch tower. I don't stop until I get to my village. There are soldiers everywhere? Something is wrong, very wrong. You ever get that feeling that something is very wrong and it's about to get worse? That's the feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. Something catches my eye. A very large, very muscular man is walking through the village as if he were death. Wait what is he doing? And where's he going with Lihn, she looks scared. He's going to... "No..."
I start to run towards him to save Lihn but instead get slammed to the ground. I shake it off and look to see that it's my mother. "Shh" she says covering my mouth. I try to get her off of me but she's too strong. My own mother, mutant. She never tells me anything. Damn you super human strength. To my luck, more so to Lihn's luck another man is running towards the death man.
"VICTOR!" he shouts at the top of his lungs, repeatedly. Still running full speed towards him. The man who I guess is Victor is ruthless. Left and right he's dropping guys and he doesn't even have a firearm of any sort. That's what I call brute force. "VICTOR!" the brown haired man calls again. More and more men start to surround Victor telling him to stand down, but it honestly doesn't look like he's going to listen. Another man runs up to Victor instructing him to stand down once more. Victor draws his hand back and thrusts it into the man's abdomen. I let out a scream of terror as I cannot believe what I just witnessed. A man was just killed by another using only his bare hands. Everyone starts pointing their guns at Victor aiming to shoot but the brown haired man knocks one of the men off-guard joining Victor in the middle. He must be his brother or a close friend or someone who cares deeply about him because honestly I can't say I would do the same for someone I just met or hardly know. They both take a stance as if they're about to go on a bloody rampage. Something goes off in my head that alerts me that they aren't that different from me. Not moments later they prove my mutant theory. I don't know why I didn't notice it earlier. Superhuman strength, animal rage and killing strategy, and now this. Bone claws that erect from his hand. By the time I could see any more my mother had dragged me off the ground and into my hut. Lihn was in there. I run to her side, she's still crying. I let her lay her head on my shoulder as she continues in deep sobs. Finally she says, "He wasn't human." I try to act as surprised as she was without making it obvious that this is no new information to me. Even she doesn't know what I'm capable of. Nothing else went on that day. Everything seemed to run slow. Lihn eventually went home and things calmed down enough for my mother to let me explore outside. That was around 0945 there was nothing going on in the middle of the village. I had to figure out what they did with those mutants. I walked up to the quarters where the soldiers from our village stayed. They were talking about this morning's events in Vietnamese. Luckily I could understand. At first they were just talking about how the two Americans were mutants and how they were strong and such. At any time I could have walked in and demanded that they tell me where they were but like I said earlier, I have yet to master compulsion. Let alone crowd compulsion. I found out that they have been taken into military custody and are to be executed by our firing squad at 10. That's nearly a quarter mile away. My walk which turns into a power walk which breaks into a full-fledged run gets me there in about three minutes. They've lined up in the middle of the square but I can't see anything and I can't be seen or my fate will be just as same as theirs. I climb up onto a roof where I peek over the edge. "READY, AIM" Victor and his brother look as if they're exchanging final words and that's when he sees me. The brown haired one. I duck down. "FIRE!" I shut my eyes tight and cover my ears during the shooting. It's like they've been shooting for hours but it's only been five minutes. "That's so inhumane, they're dead already." I think to myself. When I get up to see they're covered in blood and shredded. But... they're still breathing? Amazing! Wanting to see more I climb down from my hiding spot for a closer look. They're being taken away to the brig I'm guessing. I hate feeling like I can't do anything about it. While on my way out "from whence I came" I was spotted. I run as fast as I can in the direction opposite to the firing squad but that doesn't stop them from firing. As soon as I'm in the clear from shooting in any direction I walk back home like nothing is wrong. It's kind of hard to pretend when you've witnessed something like I just did. I wonder what they're going to do to them maybe ship them off back to America or something. I always wished I could g-. Chance of a life time.