Me: this story is based alot on the holocaust. It will get better i promise. adveture ahoy! please read and review.
The mansion stood peacefully against the black,starlit night. The windows were dark except for the few with faint glows leaking from behind the curtains. Dead leaves blew across the lawn, a subtle prediction of autumn to come.
No one saw the camouflaged men sneak across the grass, scale over the fence, or climb up the mansion walls. They snuck through the halls stealthily, their guns extended.
Sam stepped out from his room and saw the soldiers swarming silently though the corridor. They continued to sneak, not noticing the tall, blond haired, brown eyed teen. His hand felt across the smooth wall until he felt the alarm. It looked like a fire alarm in all aspects, but when Sam pulled it a high pitched siren echoed through every room. The soldier closest to Sam spun around his gun still raised. His finger moved and the trigger was pulled. The bullet soared through Cannonball's head and lodged in the wall behind him.
Sam slid down the wall, his eyes still locked on his executor. A trail of blood dripped from the wall.
Students began pouring out of their rooms. The soldiers looked at each other, emotionless behind their gas masks before the gas was released. Students began swaying and falling to the floor the second they took a breath of the colorless, odorless gas.
Kurt ran over to a window and punched the glass out before he stuck his head out to breath unpolluted air. He was shoved roughly from behind and a steely eyed soldier watched him as he hit the ground with a satisfying thud.
The mutants were dragged out and thrown into the backs of large camouflaged trucks. The mutants that had managed to remain conscious were taken out to the front yard. They were lined up and shot from behind. Those among the dead were Kurt, Sam, Warren, Betsy, Pietro, Fred,Toad and countless other new recruits.
The trucks engines roared to life. They slowly pulled out and quickly sped down the road, leaving dust to settle in their wake. Bodies were strewn along the ground and blood splattered the steps.
An owl hooted in the night. The mansion stood deserted.
Tabitha opened her eyes before rapidly blinking them against the sun high in the sky. She looked around. she didn't recognize where she was. Their was a building and a field. She felt a headache begin to build in her temples and behind her eyes. Her blond hair was sticky and matted red with blood. She slowly brought her hand up and tentatively felt the wound. A flash of stinging fire snaked through her skull. She looked around and noticed that others were beginning to stir. Several were already sitting up and looking quizzically at their unconscious teammates, friends and strangers.
The guards too, noticed that the mutants were coming around. hey shoved them roughly to the ground and growled at them to stay down. She felt a crack at the back of her head as a soldier hit her with the butt of his weapon. Her vision swam, then there was dark.
The soldiers grabbed the mutants by their hair or clothes and dragged them into the inconspicuous white brick building, where they were thrown separately into steel cells.
Day melted into night, as for three days they sat against the cold metal of their small steel cells. The only light came when the thick steel door swung open and soldiers came to drag one of the mutants out. Most were moved to some unknown place. The few that came back and were placed in their cages babbled incoherently. They stared at the unlucky ones through the bars or plastic doors over the openings as they were lead away. Some people fought franticly to get away from the soldiers to no avail.
When they lead Scott away everyone stared after him with dead eyes. Jean reached her hand shakily through the bars and touched his before the blond hair, blue eyed soldier activated the electrical collar. She screeched in pain, clutching her head with her hands as she crawled to a corner. She touched the Genoshan collar around her neck. All the mutants wore one. She glared death at the guard before he closed the door and they were plunged, yet again, into darkness.
Heartfelt sobs echoed down the long metal corridor. They came from Jean as she curled her knees up to her chest and cried.