X Men Retake
"Mutation, the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism, into the dominate species on the planet." An older voice starts continuing, "this process is slow, and normally taking thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia. Evolution leaps forward,"
As the rain beat down on the muddy street, forced feet moved through the puddles with hesitant. There black shoes clashing with the watery puddles making all kinds of noises beneath there feet.
The year 1944, the place Poland. Sitting there like a voucher waiting for his pray a solider sat need to his machine gun. There he waited, hoped he would get to use it on those prisoners.
The voices of orders echoed through the silent rainy street as the Jewish continued to walk. An older man pausing only for a brief moment turns to glance behind. Catching the eyes of all his friends and people alike.
A boy clenched to his mother who already was preparing for the worst. Though scared it didn't stop him from looking around. Seeing boys around his age doing manual work, moving plastic covered bodies, and it was there he saw a mark. A set of numbers as if carved into him arm.
Seeing another set of numbers on a different person, he says nothing as they shoveled. As they were forced to continue ahead, the soldiers and there guns push through them. Leading them towards an iron gate, that was divided into two.
Inching closer and closer the boy is taken back as his mother is pushing forward. While he was pulled from the crowd unable to follow her. His father also being pushed into the death road. "Mama!" the boy screams hearing his mother scream jumping to get away from the soldiers grasp, to get to him.
Crying our as his father turned instinctively seeing the boy forced into the other line. Forced to a step in tears the screaming voice of his mother echoes though his head, as she tried to return to her flesh and blood. His instincts pick him up an try to get to her as his father glances behind him. Seeing his son for the last time through the rain, through anything.
The gates close and a solder grasps the boys waist pulling him back. His hands outstretched refusing to move the solder calls for help, getting another man to help. As the solders who close the gate move from there view the people he new, the people he didn't all looked caged through those bars.
Crying both distraught and angry his body felt different. He didn't know what it was ether, and then he saw. The iron gate in which separated him from his family bent towards him.
While he got pulled closer, the solders were also dragged in the soggy mud. As his screaming continues and another solder approaches to help the other two. Feeling those new hands restricting him, "Noo!" he screams again the gate bending more as he gets pulled forward again. Seeing what he could do his fingers move and the gate bends immensely more the spikes facing him.
Frustrated an older solder walks up with the butt of his rifle in the air smacking the boy in the face. With all four solders collapsing along with the unconscious boy. Throwing him off to the ground one gets up starting at the boy who lay there coughing in pain. His eyes then fall upon the gate which was all bend towards them.
In the not to distant future in meridian Mississippi the pleasant sound of someone playing the piano echoed through the house. "What am I going to do?" the panicked voice of a boy sighs sitting on the floor.
"Will you cool down you don't even know if you are," his friend replies walking through the brown haired boys room, "Now why don't we go get something to eat,"
Pouting, "Easy for you to talk you're not the one in question,"
Sighing, "Get up,"
"What?"
Repeating himself, "Come on get up,"
"What for?" the brown haired boy asks slowly raising his body from the cold floor.
"Because I demand you too," the dirty blond haired boy says seeing his friend give him a questionable look.
"Ok now what master?" the brown haired boy asks joking around rolling his eyes.
Pointing to the bed, "Get on the bed and strip,"
His eyes closed he opens his mouth to answer but chokes when he registers what was said, "What?"
Laughing, "Oh it took you that long to get it Mark?" his friend asks, "Or were you thinking on that one?"
Angry it was like he was being tested, "Knock it off," Mark huffs sighing depressed again, "That wasn't funny,"
Blond hair falling into his face his smirk disappeared, "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbles dropping to the bed, "Come here I'll make it up to you," the boy calls.
Turning to face his friend, 'is he hitting on me?' he thinks sighing reluctant to move from that spot.
"I guess I have to go to you," the blond quotes shrugging getting up again pacing his way toward his friend.
Marks brown eyes had shifted to the side of his room, as he played stubborn as usual. When he felt a hand brush his cheek the hair brushed to the side, "What are you-," the boy barely gets out before a pair of soft moist lips press against his.
Shocked his eyes widen pushing the dirty blond away only to get pulled along as they landed on Marks bed. Puling away, "What are you doing?" Mark asks in shock though his head raised. He wasn't sure if it was that or had he really liked it.
"Well, are you still confused?" the dirty blond asks with a gentle tug at the waste.
Blushing, "What do you think you're doing?" he asks for the third time closing his eyes, "Of course I'm still confused," he pauses to grin, "I was to shocked by it," leaning over his friend his heart skips a beat when he feels those same lips meet his.
Feeling the other respond to his slow advances, the brown haired Mark shutters. Feeling something new, 'am I really-,' he thinks. While his friend who was enjoying himself gets this sickening feeling, as if his energy or soul was being pulled from him. His eyes fly open in shock unable to move.
Feeling as if something wasn't rite mark pulls away to see his friends eyes roll in the back of his head and start to shake. Eyes going wide he pulls off his friend completely as he started to shake more, "What the-," he starts bad thoughts popping up. 'I killed him,' he thinks, 'no I couldn't,'
Screaming trying to get those thoughts from his mind his hands rush to his head as he continues to back away from his bed, confused more then ever.
The sounds from the piano stop as his mother looks up as does his father. He screams again his eyes opening to see his friend was struggling to breath. Turning around to the wall he stays there shaking hearing footsteps approaching.
Rushing through the opened door his mother sees the friend and stares socked. His father follows yelling, "Mark,"
"I don't know what happened," he whines shaking his head. Seeing his father rush over to help the boy.
"Allen," the father asks taking the boys pulse.
"I don't know," Mark replies watching, "We were just messing around," he gasps rocking against the wall, "I-I-I didn't mean to,"
"Call an ambulance," the father tells turning towards his wife.
Honey just calm down," his mother says stepping towards him, "now,"
"Just get away from me!" he screams causing his mother to jump.
Turning again, "Will you call an ambulance!" the father calls again impatiently. Watching his started wife run out the door leaving Mark distraught in the corner.
"Lady's and Gentleman we are now seeing the beginnings of another stage of Human evolution," a woman's voice calls out as the image of the white house appears. With what looks to be like a large counsel room the lady in red continues, "these mutations manifest at puberty and are often triggered by periods of heightened emotional stress," with glasses on her light skin her red hair flowing down her back she stops to see the other reactions.
"Thank you, Ms. Grey. It was quite educational," a man with a black suit says also with glasses, "However, it fails to address the issue that is the focus of this hearing," he pauses clearing his voice staring at her, "three words: Are mutants dangerous?"
Taking a breath replying to him, "I'm afraid that's an unfair question, Senator Kelly," she says to there defense, "After all, the wrong person behind the wheel of a car can be dangerous,"
Replying back, "Well we do license people to drive," the senator starts.
"Yes," the red head butts in, "But not to live," taking a breath and continuing, "Senator, it is a fact that mutants who have come forward and revealed themselves publicly have been met with fear, hostility, and even violence,"
As she finished that sentence a man quietly approached the man the red head had been debating with. But she still continued, "It is because of that ever-present hostility that I am urging the senate to vote against mutant registration," Breathing and shaking her head, "to force mutants to expose themselves with only farther," she starts getting cut off.
"Expose themselves?" Senator Kelly asks continuing, "What is it the mutant community has to hide I wonder that makes them so afraid to identify themselves?" he finishes in a questionable tone.
"I didn't say they were hiding," she starts up getting again cut off.
"Let me show you what is being hidden, Ms. Grey," he starts up again, "I have hear a list of names of identified mutants, living right here in the United States,"
"Senator Kelly," the woman starts as he continues.
"Now here's a girl in Illinois who can walk through walls," he starts walking around with a bundle of papers in his hand. "Now what's to stop her from walking into a bank vault, or into the white house or into their houses?" he questions in the audience.
"Senator Kelly," the woman starts again getting cut off once more.
"And there are even rumors, Ms. Grey," he pauses to take a breath, "Of mutants so powerful that they can enter our minds and control our thoughts, taken away our God-given free will," taking another breath, "I think the American people deserve the right to decide whether they want their children to be in school with mutants, to be taught be mutants,"
Hearing the room break out in claps a bald man sitting in a wheel chair did not, he did however turn to see the others clapping. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the truth is," the Senator continues on, "that mutants are very real, and they are among us," he states turning all around the room. "We must know who they are-,"
"That's right!" a woman yells from the crowd.
"And above all, we must know what they can do!" he finishes again. The seriousness in his face showing his determination.
Seeing the meeting to the end another person who didn't clap placed his black top hat on and turned to walk off. Knowing full well that someone he new saw him. Pacing fast down the expensive side walk pathway the man in the wheel chair followed, "Eric," he says seeing him slow down, "What are you doing here?" he asks.
"Why do you ask questions to you already know the answers?" the man asks a shadow over his face as his back remained to him.
"Don't give up on them, Eric," the bald man states calmly.
"What would you have me do, Charles?" he asks, "I've heard these arguments before,"
"It was a long time ago," the man known as Charles says, "Man kind has evolved since then,"
"Yes," Eric states, "into us," silence engulfs them they both new he was right. Raising his gloved hand to his left temple, "you sneaking around here Charles?" he questions, "Whatever are you looking for?" dropping his hand he finally turns to face the old friend with a betrayed look on his face.
Sighing, "I'm looking for hope," Charles states clearly.
"I will bring you hope, old friend," Eric states confidently, "And I ask only one thing in return," he pauses to take a breathe, "Don't get in my way," tipping his hat to him he turns to walk off saying. "We are the future Charles not them," getting down he then adds, "The no longer matter,"