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This is a story for all the mutants that never get many stories written about them.
Awakening
Colossus awoke on a desolate plain. He glanced around and saw nothing, he sat on a plain of black sand. The last thing he remembered was striding into Hank McCoy's laboratory and injecting himself with the cure for the Legacy Virus. Colossus' powers flared and he lost his life while the cure was put into the atmosphere. Colossus' sacrifice meant that every mutant infected with the Legacy Virus was cured but that was the last thing he remembered. Colossus struggled to his feet and set out along the black desert.
Colossus stumbled through the streets of what appeared to be New York. The layout was similar but the people were a lot different. People stood at the doors of their houses pointing and whispering to each other. Colossus wondered why, Colossus looked like an ordinary human for his mutant power wasn't activated. "Its Colossus, the leader of X-Factor," said a woman to her small son. A thought raced through Colossus' mind. This can't be the world I grew up in for X-Factor was disbanded long ago and he has never had any plans of being a leader. Colossus dismissed his thoughts and concluded that the woman was mistaken. Colossus carried on through the streets of New York. When Colossus reached the gates of Xavier's School for gifted youngsters in Westchester. Colossus broke down the gates and entered the school grounds. Colossus was halfway up the school drive when he realised the school defences were not functioning. Either they were disabled or someone had seen him coming. Colossus opened the front door to see that the mansion was empty. No furniture. No people. Just an echo of Colossus' cry. An echo of Charles Xavier's dream. Colossus felt a rustle by his feet, he stooped over to pick up a scrap of newspaper off of the floor. The date on the paper was correct. The paper article read, 'A group of mutants today spoke out publicly against the American president Johann Schmidt aka the Red Skull. The group of mutants were the formally government funded X-Factor. After the X Men were killed during a heroic attempt to save the Russian Submarine from an attack by the Brotherhood led by Mystique.'
Colossus dropped the scrap and headed out into the graveyard and saw that there were a few more gravestones in this reality than the one that Colossus died in. Colossus saw Cyclops' grave, Storm, Phoenix and Shadowcat. Colossus felt a tear fall down his cheek. 'How could a man made of metal ever cry?' That was a question that someone asked him when he heard of his sister Illyana's death. Shadowcat and Colossus used to be an item but they broke up because it strained the inter-team relations. Colossus still had feelings for Shadowcat though he never spoke of them. "So rusty you finally came home," said a voice from above Colossus. Peter Rasputin looked up. "Sarah!"
This is a story for all the mutants that never get many stories written about them.
Awakening
Colossus awoke on a desolate plain. He glanced around and saw nothing, he sat on a plain of black sand. The last thing he remembered was striding into Hank McCoy's laboratory and injecting himself with the cure for the Legacy Virus. Colossus' powers flared and he lost his life while the cure was put into the atmosphere. Colossus' sacrifice meant that every mutant infected with the Legacy Virus was cured but that was the last thing he remembered. Colossus struggled to his feet and set out along the black desert.
Colossus stumbled through the streets of what appeared to be New York. The layout was similar but the people were a lot different. People stood at the doors of their houses pointing and whispering to each other. Colossus wondered why, Colossus looked like an ordinary human for his mutant power wasn't activated. "Its Colossus, the leader of X-Factor," said a woman to her small son. A thought raced through Colossus' mind. This can't be the world I grew up in for X-Factor was disbanded long ago and he has never had any plans of being a leader. Colossus dismissed his thoughts and concluded that the woman was mistaken. Colossus carried on through the streets of New York. When Colossus reached the gates of Xavier's School for gifted youngsters in Westchester. Colossus broke down the gates and entered the school grounds. Colossus was halfway up the school drive when he realised the school defences were not functioning. Either they were disabled or someone had seen him coming. Colossus opened the front door to see that the mansion was empty. No furniture. No people. Just an echo of Colossus' cry. An echo of Charles Xavier's dream. Colossus felt a rustle by his feet, he stooped over to pick up a scrap of newspaper off of the floor. The date on the paper was correct. The paper article read, 'A group of mutants today spoke out publicly against the American president Johann Schmidt aka the Red Skull. The group of mutants were the formally government funded X-Factor. After the X Men were killed during a heroic attempt to save the Russian Submarine from an attack by the Brotherhood led by Mystique.'
Colossus dropped the scrap and headed out into the graveyard and saw that there were a few more gravestones in this reality than the one that Colossus died in. Colossus saw Cyclops' grave, Storm, Phoenix and Shadowcat. Colossus felt a tear fall down his cheek. 'How could a man made of metal ever cry?' That was a question that someone asked him when he heard of his sister Illyana's death. Shadowcat and Colossus used to be an item but they broke up because it strained the inter-team relations. Colossus still had feelings for Shadowcat though he never spoke of them. "So rusty you finally came home," said a voice from above Colossus. Peter Rasputin looked up. "Sarah!"