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All I remember is running. My lungs straining and my heart pounding and the almost crippling fear that I won't make it in time. My brother is faster than me, and I scream for him to catch her before it's too late.
Her. My mother. I didn't even know she was my mother until this past year. After I knew, I wished I didn't. She abandoned me. She abandoned all of us. At least she came back for me. The same can't be said of Graydon, or Kurt.
Kurt. He must be ten yards ahead of me now. I'm shoving my way through the sea of people, but I can't make my legs go any faster. Even though he's farther ahead of me, she's faster than him.
Graydon, the human one of the family, Mr. Presidential candidate, has just taken the podium. I try to scream, to warn him, but my voice is drowned out by the cheers of people around me.
The non-mutants are happy, pleased with his plans for the human race. Plans that will kill people like me. My friends, my family. He can't win, but my mother can't carry out her plans either. We need to stop her.
I can see her reaching the perfect vantage point. I see her pull out a gun. Kurt is almost to her.
"KURT!" I scream, "HURRY!"
He reaches out to her, but it's too late. We're too late. The gun is aimed and a crack rings through the air. Graydon drops, a perfect round hole in his forehead.
It's silent for a moment, still. Then someone screams. Judging by the rawness in my throat, the person screaming is me.
Everyone suddenly is moving. People are screaming, crying, running, and the guards are all rushing towards my mother, who is already gone. They'll never find her. It's pointless for them to even try.
Kurt is standing next to me now and I collapse into him. Things will change now. This world is about to get a whole lot worse.
You may doubt that the fate of one man could change the world, but it can. They'll be hunting us now, even more than before. They'll have the public's support behind them. No one will be safe, not even behind the walls we built high to help people like us. A place for us to learn, to hide, and to be who we are.
The dream is destroyed now, and this is only the beginning.
