Immovable
By Persephone
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. Thank you.
Author's notes: Hello, all! Well, this little fic is my first attempt at a serious fic in the X-Evo universe. It's from the viewpoint of one Frederick J Dukes, a character who is ignored way too much in my opinion. So, please, tell me what you think about my characterization, I'd really appreciate it. On with the story....
All my life I've been expendable. I don't know why I thought that would change when I joined the Brotherhood. When I was a little kid, my mom treated me good, the same as my brother. Of course, back then, I was a normal kid, just a little chubby, with perfectly normal eating habits. It was just my mom and brother and me, because my dad took off with a Hooters girl from El Paso when I was three. My mom was more hurt by the loss of income from my dad's job as an engineer than the fact that she had been abandoned by her husband, so I never had to really deal with bitterness from her. No, mostly it was the lack of money that caused strife in our small family.
It was a relatively happy childhood, no real complaints from me. Then, when I turned eleven, I started to gain weight, and I just couldn't seem to ever get full, no matter how much I ate. My mom couldn't afford the food I was eating, and finally, when I was fifteen, she kicked me out. I guess she felt happy with the way her other son was turning out, and didn't have any real need for me.
I wandered around for a while, then settled at the monster truck rally. It was fun, I've always enjoyed them, and it was there, while working on a truck that I found out my true mutant power. A tire had flown off a car that was passing and headed straight toward me. I tried to move, but I'm not exactly the fastest mover in the world, and the tire smashed into my stomach. Imagine my surprise when not only did it not hurt me, but it didn't even knock me backwards. Man, that tire had to have been doing thirty when it hit me.
I did some experimentation with it, and found that nothing could move me. It was great. All the other guys at the rally thought it was awesome, then finally, I got put in the show. I didn't pick the name the Blob. No, I have a guy named Ratt to thank for that. He was a big horror movie fan, especially the old black and white ones, and he was also in charge of making the signs to advertise the rally, so I ended up as the Blob.
Then Mystique came to me, and I joined the Brotherhood. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. I know that right now, locked up by Trask, it doesn't seem too smart, but it gave me a real home again. The guys treated me good, you know. Sure, they made fun of my weight and eating habits, but for the first time since I was eleven, it was really just friendly joking, not spiteful and cruel. They make fun of me the same way they make fun of Todd for being stinky and slimy, Lance for going all goo-goo over Kitty, Pietro for thinking he's a god, and when Rogue was with us, her for being anti-social. It was like a real family.
The X-Geeks, on the other hand, are cruel. In school, they make fun of me, and taunt me on the battlefield, plus, the whole incident with Jean Grey...
That mind-witch is really one of the most ruthless, horrible people I've ever met. First, she acts all nice to me, and I think she's going to be my friend. So I go with her when she invites me out. The next thing I know, she's got my mind locked, and I'm tying her up like I'm some kind of freak. She took over my mind, made it look like I kidnapped her, all because she wanted to make Scotty-boy jealous. Now all the X-Geeks think I'm some kind of desperate date-rapist. I'm on the "bad" side, and I can't even imagine doing something like that for such a petty reason. To think, they think they're going to save the world.
God, it's dark in here. I should probably be trying to think of some way to get out, but then again, I'm not really known for my thinking skills. All I'm known for is being fat. And eating, can't forget that. Of course, in here, there isn't much to eat. Two meals a day is all they feed us.
Yes, us. I can hear the others in here, moving around, talking quietly, trying to plan their heroic and miraculous escape. They don't have a chance, but I don't tell them that. Better to let them rot in hope than without. The others are all X-Geeks, in name, at least.
There's Logan, the nicer, smaller version of Sabretooth. I'm not sure that he'd appreciate that comparison, considering they're lifelong enemies, but it's the truth. Somewhere along the line, Logan got tamed, and that's why he's in this hole and Sabretooth isn't. Sabretooth understands a lot more about life than Logan ever will, if you ask me. All the so-called "bad guys" do. The X-Geeks are delusional. Or maybe they've just never had to face the real world. The world where little kids do get killed by psychos and the fate of the world rests in the hands of corrupt politicians, not super-villains.
Then, as far as I can tell by listening to them, in the next cell is Beast. He really shouldn't even be messing with the X-Men. He's a smart man, and Bosslady respects him. But he got involved anyway, despite the warnings he was sent. I wonder if he ever shared those overly melodramatic letters with the Bald Messiah. I doubt it.
Next is Spyke, Evan Daniels. That boy is one of the dumbest people I have ever met. Considering I once worked at a monster truck rally, that's a real accomplishment. My bet is that his stupidity is why he's in here. I always thought it was stupid of Pietro to always challenge that one to prove his superiority, considering that a tree stump has more sense. I heard him the other day whining about wanting moo juice. I really, really hope that's a hallucinogenic alcoholic beverage and not a bizarre nickname for milk. If it is, that boy has some serious issues.
The final person down here is Rogue. I can't muster up as much hate for her as everybody else down here. She doesn't even deserve to be here, unlike the rest of them. But nothing I can do about that. I'm in the same boat as all of them. I always wished Rogue hadn't gone to the X-Men. I understand why she had to, but still. I might talk to her, later on. Ask her what she thought of Magneto's new recruits. She always has colorful ways to describe people.
Snap.
What was that? Peering out the tiny window in the door, I saw a flash of light that briefly illuminated the stark, institutional walls of the hall. Footsteps filled the silence as a figure strolled down the hall, hips swaying seductively. What's Mystique doing down here? She wasn't supposed to show up for three weeks...
I suddenly realized that I had been in this hole for three weeks. I stared out the tiny window in the adamantium-enforced door for a moment longer, then turned back to my tiny cell. Well, it probably wasn't as tiny to everybody else as it was to me, but that was beside the point. A cot was attatched to the wall on one side, a small sink/toilet occupied the other. There was no window breaking the monotony of the slate gray walls, the toilet and cot were both dull gray to match the thin army blanket and walls. All in all, it was designed to drive a normal person insane.
And maybe it had driven me insane, if I'd been here three weeks and hadn't noticed the time pass. But now it doesn't matter. I'm getting out of here, thanks to Bosslady, and there is no way I'm gonna let them talk me into doing something like this again.
There was a quiet clink as a key was inserted into the door of my cell. The key turned, and the heavy door swung open, allowing me to escape my prison.
Please review! Tell me if you'd like to read more, because I have a really interesting idea, and some time to kill before I start college. Thanks!
~Persephone
By Persephone
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. Thank you.
Author's notes: Hello, all! Well, this little fic is my first attempt at a serious fic in the X-Evo universe. It's from the viewpoint of one Frederick J Dukes, a character who is ignored way too much in my opinion. So, please, tell me what you think about my characterization, I'd really appreciate it. On with the story....
All my life I've been expendable. I don't know why I thought that would change when I joined the Brotherhood. When I was a little kid, my mom treated me good, the same as my brother. Of course, back then, I was a normal kid, just a little chubby, with perfectly normal eating habits. It was just my mom and brother and me, because my dad took off with a Hooters girl from El Paso when I was three. My mom was more hurt by the loss of income from my dad's job as an engineer than the fact that she had been abandoned by her husband, so I never had to really deal with bitterness from her. No, mostly it was the lack of money that caused strife in our small family.
It was a relatively happy childhood, no real complaints from me. Then, when I turned eleven, I started to gain weight, and I just couldn't seem to ever get full, no matter how much I ate. My mom couldn't afford the food I was eating, and finally, when I was fifteen, she kicked me out. I guess she felt happy with the way her other son was turning out, and didn't have any real need for me.
I wandered around for a while, then settled at the monster truck rally. It was fun, I've always enjoyed them, and it was there, while working on a truck that I found out my true mutant power. A tire had flown off a car that was passing and headed straight toward me. I tried to move, but I'm not exactly the fastest mover in the world, and the tire smashed into my stomach. Imagine my surprise when not only did it not hurt me, but it didn't even knock me backwards. Man, that tire had to have been doing thirty when it hit me.
I did some experimentation with it, and found that nothing could move me. It was great. All the other guys at the rally thought it was awesome, then finally, I got put in the show. I didn't pick the name the Blob. No, I have a guy named Ratt to thank for that. He was a big horror movie fan, especially the old black and white ones, and he was also in charge of making the signs to advertise the rally, so I ended up as the Blob.
Then Mystique came to me, and I joined the Brotherhood. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. I know that right now, locked up by Trask, it doesn't seem too smart, but it gave me a real home again. The guys treated me good, you know. Sure, they made fun of my weight and eating habits, but for the first time since I was eleven, it was really just friendly joking, not spiteful and cruel. They make fun of me the same way they make fun of Todd for being stinky and slimy, Lance for going all goo-goo over Kitty, Pietro for thinking he's a god, and when Rogue was with us, her for being anti-social. It was like a real family.
The X-Geeks, on the other hand, are cruel. In school, they make fun of me, and taunt me on the battlefield, plus, the whole incident with Jean Grey...
That mind-witch is really one of the most ruthless, horrible people I've ever met. First, she acts all nice to me, and I think she's going to be my friend. So I go with her when she invites me out. The next thing I know, she's got my mind locked, and I'm tying her up like I'm some kind of freak. She took over my mind, made it look like I kidnapped her, all because she wanted to make Scotty-boy jealous. Now all the X-Geeks think I'm some kind of desperate date-rapist. I'm on the "bad" side, and I can't even imagine doing something like that for such a petty reason. To think, they think they're going to save the world.
God, it's dark in here. I should probably be trying to think of some way to get out, but then again, I'm not really known for my thinking skills. All I'm known for is being fat. And eating, can't forget that. Of course, in here, there isn't much to eat. Two meals a day is all they feed us.
Yes, us. I can hear the others in here, moving around, talking quietly, trying to plan their heroic and miraculous escape. They don't have a chance, but I don't tell them that. Better to let them rot in hope than without. The others are all X-Geeks, in name, at least.
There's Logan, the nicer, smaller version of Sabretooth. I'm not sure that he'd appreciate that comparison, considering they're lifelong enemies, but it's the truth. Somewhere along the line, Logan got tamed, and that's why he's in this hole and Sabretooth isn't. Sabretooth understands a lot more about life than Logan ever will, if you ask me. All the so-called "bad guys" do. The X-Geeks are delusional. Or maybe they've just never had to face the real world. The world where little kids do get killed by psychos and the fate of the world rests in the hands of corrupt politicians, not super-villains.
Then, as far as I can tell by listening to them, in the next cell is Beast. He really shouldn't even be messing with the X-Men. He's a smart man, and Bosslady respects him. But he got involved anyway, despite the warnings he was sent. I wonder if he ever shared those overly melodramatic letters with the Bald Messiah. I doubt it.
Next is Spyke, Evan Daniels. That boy is one of the dumbest people I have ever met. Considering I once worked at a monster truck rally, that's a real accomplishment. My bet is that his stupidity is why he's in here. I always thought it was stupid of Pietro to always challenge that one to prove his superiority, considering that a tree stump has more sense. I heard him the other day whining about wanting moo juice. I really, really hope that's a hallucinogenic alcoholic beverage and not a bizarre nickname for milk. If it is, that boy has some serious issues.
The final person down here is Rogue. I can't muster up as much hate for her as everybody else down here. She doesn't even deserve to be here, unlike the rest of them. But nothing I can do about that. I'm in the same boat as all of them. I always wished Rogue hadn't gone to the X-Men. I understand why she had to, but still. I might talk to her, later on. Ask her what she thought of Magneto's new recruits. She always has colorful ways to describe people.
Snap.
What was that? Peering out the tiny window in the door, I saw a flash of light that briefly illuminated the stark, institutional walls of the hall. Footsteps filled the silence as a figure strolled down the hall, hips swaying seductively. What's Mystique doing down here? She wasn't supposed to show up for three weeks...
I suddenly realized that I had been in this hole for three weeks. I stared out the tiny window in the adamantium-enforced door for a moment longer, then turned back to my tiny cell. Well, it probably wasn't as tiny to everybody else as it was to me, but that was beside the point. A cot was attatched to the wall on one side, a small sink/toilet occupied the other. There was no window breaking the monotony of the slate gray walls, the toilet and cot were both dull gray to match the thin army blanket and walls. All in all, it was designed to drive a normal person insane.
And maybe it had driven me insane, if I'd been here three weeks and hadn't noticed the time pass. But now it doesn't matter. I'm getting out of here, thanks to Bosslady, and there is no way I'm gonna let them talk me into doing something like this again.
There was a quiet clink as a key was inserted into the door of my cell. The key turned, and the heavy door swung open, allowing me to escape my prison.
Please review! Tell me if you'd like to read more, because I have a really interesting idea, and some time to kill before I start college. Thanks!
~Persephone