Le Finale de la Forge by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairing(s): Sorry, guys, nothing in this one!
Summary: Forge reflecting upon, well, the life of Forge. Set ten years into the future since the show ended, right after Migraine.
Back from my simply forever-long break from XME universe. Fortunately for you, my lovely readers, I am back, with more Witchblood-verse goodness! This happened to take me forever to write. For some reason, I can not write Forge, so this probably is not my best work, but it is hopefully good enough for you, my darling readers (and reviewers, please!). Anyways, enough of my blathering, enjoy the show, er, story!
(ForgeIsAwesomeB*tch)
George Freeman, former alias Forge, sat in the rubble of a good old pub gone broken. It seemed as though Lance got his powers back. George smiled bitterly as he remembered the good old days, back when Lance and the others had never lost their powers and the dream of the Xavier Institute seemed so beautiful.
The Xavier Institute was something George, Forge, whatever he wanted to call himself, that he could not recall without the bile rising to his throat. The accident caused by a couple of vindictive newbies who picked on the wrong girl. He believed her name was Tilde, or something like that, the girl who, when she got angry, turned into a psychokinetic Godzilla. She had ripped apart the Institute, the last in a long line of Institute accidents, the accident that finally convinced the public that Xavier's school was far too dangerous to be open, that it had to be shut down.
George, or Forge depending upon who was talking, knew that sitting in the rubble of his favorite pub wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to him. After all, right before the school's closing was finalized, M-Day struck, causing millions of mutants to lose their powers instantaneously. Naturally, no one took this well at all. The Guthries, all of them, tried to commit suicide, along with many other, but, fortunately, or unfortunately depending upon perspective, every last one of them survived. Jono, alias Chamber, had his body shut down after the hole his powers continuously ripped open stopped being filled with the energy his body constantly produced. He had heard Jono was still in a cryo unit as scientists worked furiously for an answer to his woes.
Forge, George, why the fuck should he know, he was sick of his life right now. It had gone down, down to the gutter, to the sewers beneath the gutter. The only relationship he had before, ever, in his miserable existence, if you could even call it a relationship, since all the bitch did was cheat on him while he was too obsessed with his projects, went down the tube and into the drain. He was then evicted from the hotel he was temporarily staying at, since he was still a damn mutie.
So now there he, George, Forge, is there even truly a difference, kneeled in a pile of rubble, and, for the nth time, felt all hope had been lost.
(ProofreadingThisIsMakingMeSad)
Okay, I wrote the XME fic I had promised to write! However, it turned out to be really, really depressing. Let's just say the future isn't that great for the remaining mutants. Iloveyou, Forge!