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Setting: Post-Registration
Comment: Inspired partly by the movie Bladerunner. Oh, and this is an AU fic before you ask but I can't tell in what way without ruining the fic...you just have to read...
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A man was standing in his office in one of the top floors of one of the tallest skyscrapers in
New York City, looking out over the city. The city's a warzone, like much of
the rest of the United States and has been so on and off for the last ten years. Hard to
imagine at times that it's only been ten years since Magneto tried to mutate the world
leaders. His plan was foiled, thank God, but the irony is that the plan backfired on him. His,
admittably laudable, goal was to unite mutants and ordinary humans. By wrong means certainly but
the goal itself he would have agreed to once. But the plan couldn't have failed more
spectalurarily.
Ordinary humans had been mindful of mutants for some time back then, and
even feared them. When what had really happened on the Statue of Libery that night had leaked
out, the fear and mindfulness quickly turned to anger and hate. Even towards the so-called
X-men, despite that they were the ones that had averted the danger. No, not
despite. Because they were the ones. They showed quite clearly that their powers could be
deadly. What if they too were to act against humanity? And the population at large didn't
take kindly to people, mutants or otherwise, taking the law in their own hands.
So, the law that required that mutants were forced to be registered as such
was passed quickly. It didn't stay that way for very long however. Professor Xavier and
his students used every opportunity they could find to fight for a law they found being
unconstitutional not to mention morally wrong. They only succeeded in taking it beyond
registration though. 3 years later mutants had no rights under the law. It was no crime to kill a
mutant. In fact, rather the reverse. If you killed a mutant you would get the
equivalent of a years salary put into your bank-account with a "Thank you" note from the
government attached. It wasn't even called killing, everything to separate the mutants from
humans. It was called retirement. The police-departments in every major city even had
special units specifically put together to fight mutants.
When the man had come that far in his thoughts, he noticed some thunder
across the town close to central park. Considering that it was a cloud free day he assumed
that it was the mutant known as Storm being taken care of.
True enough. Only a minute later he got a phonecall from one of his
subordinates. "Ororo Munroe has been taken care of. Do you want her dead or should we
attempt the transforming-process?"
"Dead. She's too dangerous and to strong-willed to be transformed, Mr Creed."
"Consider it done." and the phone hangs up.
Mr Creed, the man thought. Formerly known as Sabretooth. The only one of Magnetos brotherhood still alive,
and only because he was found to be useful. The only mutants that were free to live were the ones that could
be used to track down other mutants. The rest got retired on sight or forced to live in shelterd areas. Professor
Xavier's former school was one of those areas. The school is no more but a large concrete-building surrounded by
electrical fences and devices designed to remove mutant powers was now the living area of mutants that either had
harmless powers or were due for the transformation process.
It's nothing Xavier or his students could do anything about either. Xavier himself is dead. He was one of
the first ones to get executed together with Jean Grey and Elisabeth Braddock. Telepaths are too dangerous
to live. The men known as Cyclops and Gambit died in their attempts to rescue them. And now, with Storm dead,
that leaves only two remaining members of the X-men. The Wolverine and Rogue. Rumours has it that they are leading two
different resistance-teams but nothing that has been proved yet. If it's true, they need to be taken care of. The teams they
might be leading is most likely former students of Xavier's and wants revenge.
"Excuse me, Sir"
The inter-com. "Yes?"
"Officers Creed and Rasputin here to see you."
"Let them in."
"Creed and Rasputin. I take it that Storm's dead now?"
"Positive sir. Her body's being taken downtown to the crematory as we speak."
"Excellent. Now, I have another appointment for you. Creed, your mission is to hunt down the Wolverine and if possible bring him to
the transformation facility. If the latter is found to be undoable he is due for retirement."
"On my way sir."
"And you Rasputin. Same object but different subject. Find me Rogue."
"As you command, sir."
After the officers has left, the man once again looks out through the window pondering if they will succeed.
When he notices the houses burning and the camp just two blocks from where he is, the camp that would have made
Hitler proud he feels ashamed. Ashamed over what he has become. He considers denying it all but can't help
but asking himself the nagging questions.
"Did I choose something I could regret? Did I do something I should regret?"
He immediately regrets the questions because deep down he knows that the answer is yes.
"Is this the place I used to call Fatherland?" Yes, but it's my doing that
it's been twisted. Not Magnetos. Not Xaviers. Not the X-men. My fault. It's my fault that America has become
the twisted image of nazi-germany. And I'm too much a coward to try to change things. I would just be branded
"mutie-friend" and executed without a trial.
With that, Robert Kelly leaves his office for the day knowing that Wolverine
and Rogue soon will be either his agents or dead. The thought does nothing to alleviate his guilty conscience.
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. These people are all mine. Yeah, right.
Archive: WRFA and Mutual Admiration are free to archive it without asking, anyone else: ask first.
Setting: Post-Registration
Comment: Inspired partly by the movie Bladerunner. Oh, and this is an AU fic before you ask but I can't tell in what way without ruining the fic...you just have to read...
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A man was standing in his office in one of the top floors of one of the tallest skyscrapers in
New York City, looking out over the city. The city's a warzone, like much of
the rest of the United States and has been so on and off for the last ten years. Hard to
imagine at times that it's only been ten years since Magneto tried to mutate the world
leaders. His plan was foiled, thank God, but the irony is that the plan backfired on him. His,
admittably laudable, goal was to unite mutants and ordinary humans. By wrong means certainly but
the goal itself he would have agreed to once. But the plan couldn't have failed more
spectalurarily.
Ordinary humans had been mindful of mutants for some time back then, and
even feared them. When what had really happened on the Statue of Libery that night had leaked
out, the fear and mindfulness quickly turned to anger and hate. Even towards the so-called
X-men, despite that they were the ones that had averted the danger. No, not
despite. Because they were the ones. They showed quite clearly that their powers could be
deadly. What if they too were to act against humanity? And the population at large didn't
take kindly to people, mutants or otherwise, taking the law in their own hands.
So, the law that required that mutants were forced to be registered as such
was passed quickly. It didn't stay that way for very long however. Professor Xavier and
his students used every opportunity they could find to fight for a law they found being
unconstitutional not to mention morally wrong. They only succeeded in taking it beyond
registration though. 3 years later mutants had no rights under the law. It was no crime to kill a
mutant. In fact, rather the reverse. If you killed a mutant you would get the
equivalent of a years salary put into your bank-account with a "Thank you" note from the
government attached. It wasn't even called killing, everything to separate the mutants from
humans. It was called retirement. The police-departments in every major city even had
special units specifically put together to fight mutants.
When the man had come that far in his thoughts, he noticed some thunder
across the town close to central park. Considering that it was a cloud free day he assumed
that it was the mutant known as Storm being taken care of.
True enough. Only a minute later he got a phonecall from one of his
subordinates. "Ororo Munroe has been taken care of. Do you want her dead or should we
attempt the transforming-process?"
"Dead. She's too dangerous and to strong-willed to be transformed, Mr Creed."
"Consider it done." and the phone hangs up.
Mr Creed, the man thought. Formerly known as Sabretooth. The only one of Magnetos brotherhood still alive,
and only because he was found to be useful. The only mutants that were free to live were the ones that could
be used to track down other mutants. The rest got retired on sight or forced to live in shelterd areas. Professor
Xavier's former school was one of those areas. The school is no more but a large concrete-building surrounded by
electrical fences and devices designed to remove mutant powers was now the living area of mutants that either had
harmless powers or were due for the transformation process.
It's nothing Xavier or his students could do anything about either. Xavier himself is dead. He was one of
the first ones to get executed together with Jean Grey and Elisabeth Braddock. Telepaths are too dangerous
to live. The men known as Cyclops and Gambit died in their attempts to rescue them. And now, with Storm dead,
that leaves only two remaining members of the X-men. The Wolverine and Rogue. Rumours has it that they are leading two
different resistance-teams but nothing that has been proved yet. If it's true, they need to be taken care of. The teams they
might be leading is most likely former students of Xavier's and wants revenge.
"Excuse me, Sir"
The inter-com. "Yes?"
"Officers Creed and Rasputin here to see you."
"Let them in."
"Creed and Rasputin. I take it that Storm's dead now?"
"Positive sir. Her body's being taken downtown to the crematory as we speak."
"Excellent. Now, I have another appointment for you. Creed, your mission is to hunt down the Wolverine and if possible bring him to
the transformation facility. If the latter is found to be undoable he is due for retirement."
"On my way sir."
"And you Rasputin. Same object but different subject. Find me Rogue."
"As you command, sir."
After the officers has left, the man once again looks out through the window pondering if they will succeed.
When he notices the houses burning and the camp just two blocks from where he is, the camp that would have made
Hitler proud he feels ashamed. Ashamed over what he has become. He considers denying it all but can't help
but asking himself the nagging questions.
"Did I choose something I could regret? Did I do something I should regret?"
He immediately regrets the questions because deep down he knows that the answer is yes.
"Is this the place I used to call Fatherland?" Yes, but it's my doing that
it's been twisted. Not Magnetos. Not Xaviers. Not the X-men. My fault. It's my fault that America has become
the twisted image of nazi-germany. And I'm too much a coward to try to change things. I would just be branded
"mutie-friend" and executed without a trial.
With that, Robert Kelly leaves his office for the day knowing that Wolverine
and Rogue soon will be either his agents or dead. The thought does nothing to alleviate his guilty conscience.