This is a piece of fanfiction based on X-Men from the Marvel Comic universe. I do not own any of these characters or universe and am just barrowing them to play with. I do not make any money in any way from this piece of fiction.

Toy Soldiers

She didn't think it was fare for the younger ones. Ororo knew they have a cause, a cause, a purpose and a dream. She knew every time they went out on a mission some one, somewhere would be hearing about the Professor's dream. That carefully laid out, ever so moral, vision of a better world they were all supposed to believe in. Ororo also knows that the Professor is a realist and a careful one, and he isn't about to let his dream be trampled on by reality. He knows the risks and what it will take and plans on paying the price. Or more correctly having them pay the price. The Professor's little soldiers. She sometime laughs at irony of a dream of a peaceful world he builds on the violence they meet out everyday. The bodies they break, their bodies that get broken. The Professor is an intelligent man and he knows how to manipulate minds without resorting to telepathy. He would have made a great politician. A leader with a cult of personality greater then Erik's ever was.

She knows most of them can look after themselves. Maybe Jean, and Scott are there because they know the truth or they won't admit it, but She feels confident that Kurt, Peter, Logan and Remy will be able to walk away if things get out of hand. They're all very different but she has no doubt about their combined ability to survive. It's the younger ones she worries about. Children who believe in the dream so totally. Believe that it is right in a way that is too really to be safe, for any of them. She worries for the day when the opposition is too great, and they all march off over the top, the Professor's final push. When they all get slaughtered because they love him and because they believe. Dead without every knowing freedom, and she knows love can be another kind of slavery.