Hey, I was doing my Civil War/Slavery project and got bored, so I went
swimming and this idea occurred to me. I thought I would write it out and I
am pleased with it.
I am not going to put a disclaimer for the following reason:
If I am writing fan fiction, do I own the product? No.
This is AU where things went down hill a long time ago for mutants. Here's what happened.
(X)
"Who'll give me 100?" The man standing behind the auction block said. Only it came out more like whollgimme-a-hundred, but that's what he meant.
Someone in the crowd raised their hand.
"125, 125, anyone, 125!" The auctioneer yelled.
Someone else's hand rose.
This went on for several minutes, until.
"625, anybody anybody anybody?" The auctioneer said.
No one raised their hand.
"Going once. Going twice. SOLD! 600 dollars. Come up and hand over the money!" People in the crowd cheered as a young man walked up to the stage and took the rope.
Attached to the rope was a person. Not that anyone in the crowd cared. They didn't think of them as people. They were just 'muties'. Slaves. Worth nothing more than livestock. No one noticed a new figure join the crowd.
"Alright folks, this one looks odd, but we assure you, it's strong! Female, age unknown, good teeth, healthy!" The auctioneer cried into his microphone.
A person dragged a person onstage. The person was a young woman. She had indigo hair and what appeared to be furry, blue skin. She also had a tail. Long, thin and with a point at the end, she looked like a demon, like from a couple hundred years ago, when there was religion. She was clothed in old blue jeans, and an old t-shirt. The shirt may have once been white.
The crowd gasped.
"No need to be alarmed, folks! Let's start the bidding at 50!" and so with that the auctioneer sold the young woman for only 200 dollars.
"Come on." The man who had bought her said impatiently to her as he led her away, to her life.
(X)
Wolverine had barely aged a day. Unless you looked into his eyes. Then he looked old. So old.
He watched as the mutants in the auction were sold for prices ranging from 200 to 2000 dollars. It was awful. He didn't know whyhe came. It always made him depressed. He wished he didn't come.
There were some free mutants left free, but not many. Most were rounded up at the end of The War. Some called it World War III; some called it the World's Civil War. Most simply called it The War. It was the only war that mattered. Some people wanted to get rid of mutants once and forever. It didn't work. But mutants were no longer considered people. They were slaves. Just like long, long ago, when America was divided and there was slavery in the south and there was prejudice in the south against blacks. That's how it was now. Only everywhere there was prejudice against mutants, and they were enslaved. Some were free. Homo Sapiens called the free Homo Superior's 'Wild'. It was awful.
The War was over. How long had it been? At least fifty years. No, longer. Far longer. Wolverine had lost track. More like a hundred and fifty years. A long time, anyway/
The X-Men were long dead and gone. They had all died before of the war, of old age. The new X-Men had died before the war. The third and forth generation X-Men were in the war, they all died, or they wished they had. They were all dead. All but Logan, Wolverine. He was still around. He wondered if he was always going to be around.
When he walked in to the crowd, no one saw him. He gasped when he saw the person who was led onto the stage. But not for the same reason as the crowd. The young woman looked almost exactly like Nightcrawler. When he saw her, all the things and people he had been trying to forget came flooding back in his memory.
(X) Let's go back in time 3 days. (X)
The young woman, the one who looked like a demon, was filling a basket with water from the river by The Village. After that she had to take the horses down to the river for water, then the oxen, then she had to start her cousin Shell's reading lesson for the day, then make dinner. The list went on. This was the life of a free mutant, hiding and trying to make their life as normal as possible. Anyway, her name was Melody. She lived up to that name, too. Her favorite songs to sing were the old, old tunes, from the mid-1900's to the early twenty-first century. She was a wonderful singer.
When she was filling the basket, she heard a noise. A metallic noise, a machine. No one in The Village used machines because they were too noisy. She froze, then ran back to the huts and gave the alarm. This was not a drill, it was a real raid. They had a plan.
Melody had a wonderful Gift. She could move instantly from one point to another, someone had once called it 'teleportation'. She was also the best tree climber in The Village. She had lived there her whole life.
This was why Melody was the one who had to get all the children to safety. She could escape better than anyone else. Also, none of the children had Gifts yet. There were only three children in The Village. Shell, who was five, Katie, who was seven, and Kitty, who was ten. Melody grabbed Shell and Katie, on in each hand and prepared to teleport. She got to a 'safe spot' in the forest. This spot was deep in, and very rarely visited. It was where they regrouped. If you got spotted running, you went away from it, to save the other people.
Once Shell and Katie were at the safe spot Melody teleported back to get Kitty. She was just going to teleport when a man on a hover-bike burst out of the trees beside her. Kitty screamed. The man shot a neutralizer dart into Melody's arm. It stung, but she ignored it. The problem now was she was crippled. The dart 'neutralized' your Gift(s) it you were shot. They were trapped.
"Kitty, when I say go, run." Melody breathed into Kitty's ear.
"WE GOT 'EM NOW!" One of the men roared.
"Run." Melody whispered.
As soon as she said this she launched herself at the nearest man. She could jump about eight feet, and this was how far away the man was. Melody had never hurt anyone on purpose before, but she somehow knew what to do. Her tail wrapped around the man's arm, as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her tail jerked, and his arm broke with an audible 'snap' sound.
"Argh!" The man cried as she leapt away.
The rest of the group, there were two other people had been too stunned to move when Melody had leapt, so Kitty got away. With the other man's cry they roared into action. Melody was already running towards the river.
The darts lasted about fifteen minutes, Melody knew if she could last that long, she could get away.
The river was deep, wide and slow. She splashed into it. Once her feet could no longer touch the bottom she dove under and swam as quickly as she could to the other shore. The horses and oxen's pen was there, and they looked at Melody, expectantly. This gave her an idea.
She quickly undid the lock and ushered the animals out. All but one. Melody stopped her horse, a brown mare, as it ran out and vaulted up onto its back. She dug her heels into its sides to urge it to go faster. She was going to the woods, when she realized she had to go back to the river or risk leading the raiders into her safe spot. She wheeled the horse around and cantered over the rough ground to the river where the horse plunged in.
She was now very close indeed to the men chasing her. They were sure they had her. The only problem was that their hover-bikes couldn't handle water at all. She was glad of this. Her horse was very good at swimming with Melody on it's back because they did it all the time, for fun. The men had to stay close to shore, or on dry land, and Melody stayed at the center of the river. She would have liked to run up into the trees, but then the men would figure out where the rest of The Village was. They were malicious, cruel and callous, but not stupid. They kept trying to shoot her with a dart that would knock her out, but they missed every time. Well, they missed her anyway. They did hit her horse. The dosage was not enough to knock the animal out, but it did make it slow.
Melody hopped off and pushed the horse up towards the bank of the river, where it got out and stood, sleepily.
Melody was now in the middle of a river, alone, with nothing to save her, but herself.
Well, Melody fought well, but they shot her with a neutralizer dart again and they knocked her out. She came-to with a neutralizer bracelet on. She was trapped.
(X) I hope it made sense, I thought it did.
Well, if I get any feedback, and if that feedback is good, I'll continue. I might also continue if I just feel like it.
@--'--,--'---------
\\// ~Pretty Please?
I am not going to put a disclaimer for the following reason:
If I am writing fan fiction, do I own the product? No.
This is AU where things went down hill a long time ago for mutants. Here's what happened.
(X)
"Who'll give me 100?" The man standing behind the auction block said. Only it came out more like whollgimme-a-hundred, but that's what he meant.
Someone in the crowd raised their hand.
"125, 125, anyone, 125!" The auctioneer yelled.
Someone else's hand rose.
This went on for several minutes, until.
"625, anybody anybody anybody?" The auctioneer said.
No one raised their hand.
"Going once. Going twice. SOLD! 600 dollars. Come up and hand over the money!" People in the crowd cheered as a young man walked up to the stage and took the rope.
Attached to the rope was a person. Not that anyone in the crowd cared. They didn't think of them as people. They were just 'muties'. Slaves. Worth nothing more than livestock. No one noticed a new figure join the crowd.
"Alright folks, this one looks odd, but we assure you, it's strong! Female, age unknown, good teeth, healthy!" The auctioneer cried into his microphone.
A person dragged a person onstage. The person was a young woman. She had indigo hair and what appeared to be furry, blue skin. She also had a tail. Long, thin and with a point at the end, she looked like a demon, like from a couple hundred years ago, when there was religion. She was clothed in old blue jeans, and an old t-shirt. The shirt may have once been white.
The crowd gasped.
"No need to be alarmed, folks! Let's start the bidding at 50!" and so with that the auctioneer sold the young woman for only 200 dollars.
"Come on." The man who had bought her said impatiently to her as he led her away, to her life.
(X)
Wolverine had barely aged a day. Unless you looked into his eyes. Then he looked old. So old.
He watched as the mutants in the auction were sold for prices ranging from 200 to 2000 dollars. It was awful. He didn't know whyhe came. It always made him depressed. He wished he didn't come.
There were some free mutants left free, but not many. Most were rounded up at the end of The War. Some called it World War III; some called it the World's Civil War. Most simply called it The War. It was the only war that mattered. Some people wanted to get rid of mutants once and forever. It didn't work. But mutants were no longer considered people. They were slaves. Just like long, long ago, when America was divided and there was slavery in the south and there was prejudice in the south against blacks. That's how it was now. Only everywhere there was prejudice against mutants, and they were enslaved. Some were free. Homo Sapiens called the free Homo Superior's 'Wild'. It was awful.
The War was over. How long had it been? At least fifty years. No, longer. Far longer. Wolverine had lost track. More like a hundred and fifty years. A long time, anyway/
The X-Men were long dead and gone. They had all died before of the war, of old age. The new X-Men had died before the war. The third and forth generation X-Men were in the war, they all died, or they wished they had. They were all dead. All but Logan, Wolverine. He was still around. He wondered if he was always going to be around.
When he walked in to the crowd, no one saw him. He gasped when he saw the person who was led onto the stage. But not for the same reason as the crowd. The young woman looked almost exactly like Nightcrawler. When he saw her, all the things and people he had been trying to forget came flooding back in his memory.
(X) Let's go back in time 3 days. (X)
The young woman, the one who looked like a demon, was filling a basket with water from the river by The Village. After that she had to take the horses down to the river for water, then the oxen, then she had to start her cousin Shell's reading lesson for the day, then make dinner. The list went on. This was the life of a free mutant, hiding and trying to make their life as normal as possible. Anyway, her name was Melody. She lived up to that name, too. Her favorite songs to sing were the old, old tunes, from the mid-1900's to the early twenty-first century. She was a wonderful singer.
When she was filling the basket, she heard a noise. A metallic noise, a machine. No one in The Village used machines because they were too noisy. She froze, then ran back to the huts and gave the alarm. This was not a drill, it was a real raid. They had a plan.
Melody had a wonderful Gift. She could move instantly from one point to another, someone had once called it 'teleportation'. She was also the best tree climber in The Village. She had lived there her whole life.
This was why Melody was the one who had to get all the children to safety. She could escape better than anyone else. Also, none of the children had Gifts yet. There were only three children in The Village. Shell, who was five, Katie, who was seven, and Kitty, who was ten. Melody grabbed Shell and Katie, on in each hand and prepared to teleport. She got to a 'safe spot' in the forest. This spot was deep in, and very rarely visited. It was where they regrouped. If you got spotted running, you went away from it, to save the other people.
Once Shell and Katie were at the safe spot Melody teleported back to get Kitty. She was just going to teleport when a man on a hover-bike burst out of the trees beside her. Kitty screamed. The man shot a neutralizer dart into Melody's arm. It stung, but she ignored it. The problem now was she was crippled. The dart 'neutralized' your Gift(s) it you were shot. They were trapped.
"Kitty, when I say go, run." Melody breathed into Kitty's ear.
"WE GOT 'EM NOW!" One of the men roared.
"Run." Melody whispered.
As soon as she said this she launched herself at the nearest man. She could jump about eight feet, and this was how far away the man was. Melody had never hurt anyone on purpose before, but she somehow knew what to do. Her tail wrapped around the man's arm, as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her tail jerked, and his arm broke with an audible 'snap' sound.
"Argh!" The man cried as she leapt away.
The rest of the group, there were two other people had been too stunned to move when Melody had leapt, so Kitty got away. With the other man's cry they roared into action. Melody was already running towards the river.
The darts lasted about fifteen minutes, Melody knew if she could last that long, she could get away.
The river was deep, wide and slow. She splashed into it. Once her feet could no longer touch the bottom she dove under and swam as quickly as she could to the other shore. The horses and oxen's pen was there, and they looked at Melody, expectantly. This gave her an idea.
She quickly undid the lock and ushered the animals out. All but one. Melody stopped her horse, a brown mare, as it ran out and vaulted up onto its back. She dug her heels into its sides to urge it to go faster. She was going to the woods, when she realized she had to go back to the river or risk leading the raiders into her safe spot. She wheeled the horse around and cantered over the rough ground to the river where the horse plunged in.
She was now very close indeed to the men chasing her. They were sure they had her. The only problem was that their hover-bikes couldn't handle water at all. She was glad of this. Her horse was very good at swimming with Melody on it's back because they did it all the time, for fun. The men had to stay close to shore, or on dry land, and Melody stayed at the center of the river. She would have liked to run up into the trees, but then the men would figure out where the rest of The Village was. They were malicious, cruel and callous, but not stupid. They kept trying to shoot her with a dart that would knock her out, but they missed every time. Well, they missed her anyway. They did hit her horse. The dosage was not enough to knock the animal out, but it did make it slow.
Melody hopped off and pushed the horse up towards the bank of the river, where it got out and stood, sleepily.
Melody was now in the middle of a river, alone, with nothing to save her, but herself.
Well, Melody fought well, but they shot her with a neutralizer dart again and they knocked her out. She came-to with a neutralizer bracelet on. She was trapped.
(X) I hope it made sense, I thought it did.
Well, if I get any feedback, and if that feedback is good, I'll continue. I might also continue if I just feel like it.
@--'--,--'---------
\\// ~Pretty Please?
