Blinked Reality- Chapter 1: You're Under Arrest for Murder
By: The 80lb Carrot
Disclaimer: The X-Men are not mine in any way, shape or form. Even this reality belongs to Judd Winick (it's the first one they visit in 'eXiles')
Summary: Follows the life of one mutant (Cecilia Reyes) in a reality where O:ZT took over early and the X-Men never existed.
Rating: PG-13 (language, violence, dark situations)
Author's Notes: This is alternate reality is not mine. If you've read the 'eXiles' series by Judd, Mike, and Mike, you'll recognize it. It's the very first one Blink and co. visit. Only this does not take place in Phoenix, it starts in New York, New York and ends near El Paso, Texas. It takes place a few months before Blink and co. arrive. Meaning there are certain characters that cannot be in the main body of this fic. Professor Xavier for obvious reasons, along with Juggernaut, Spider Woman, Chamber, Domino, that fire person, Storm, Beast, and Cyclops. Those were the ones I was able to recognize as being used in eXiles #2. Also, I don't know of many mutants outside of the X-Men so those will be the characters I use. I changed ages--a *lot*. So just deal.
Just a side note . . .-*-
If you're not human, these days the world is hell. Not completely human, that is. Cats, dogs, wild bears, fish, and even lizards have it all right, really--as all right as they ever did. It's mutants that have the hardest time right now, just like they have for the past fifty-some-odd years. Ever since Bastion took over with his Operation: Zero Tolerance geeks, and it got even worse once his son inherited it. Bastion the Younger is even more of a rat bastard than his father was, he hates us so much its unbelievable unless you've lived through it. All mutants are either killed immediately on detection, or captured and locked up. I've heard life there is even harder than out on the streets and that death is the easiest route of all. Bastion, Jr., has gone so far as to test pregnant mothers to see if their baby contains the dreaded 'X-gene'. If it does, it's aborted or pronounced a still-born at birth and taken from its mother.
I got lucky. Really lucky. Mamá already had two perfectly normal, human sons so when she found herself pregnant a third time she decided not to waste the money to get me tested. There was nothing abnormal about the way I looked when I was born and for the first twelve years of my life I was your average Puerto Rican growing up in the Bronx. That said, when my mutation did emerge I got even luckier. My brother Enrique and I were looking for anything of value in an old building down the street when it started to collapse. Enrique managed to get out, barely, his four extra years of experience helping him, but I was trapped in the final stages of its fall. He thought I was dead for sure until he went back to look for me and found all the debris cleared out in a wide area around me, as if it had ricocheted off. I then knew I was a mutant and Enrique suspected it but we had been raised not to care, even sheltered one or two runaway mutants, so I was safe in my house for another year. But when I was thirteen raids and searches increased, and I wouldn't put my family in danger for harboring me. So one night I ran.
Spent the next five years of my life running from the O:ZT bastards, getting work where I could and trying to pass myself off for eighteen or older. I told everyone that my family had been killed as bystanders in a drug raid and I had seen it, thus forcing me to get out of there. And since I didn't *look* like a mutant . . . I dropped a letter to Mamá, Enrique, and Juán once a month to let them know I was still alive and free, and sent them any extra money I made that I didn't need. It wasn't much, but it was all I could do. My dreams of being a doctor had been utterly and thoroughly crushed and that fact followed me wherever I went. I had always wanted to be able to save people, ever since I couldn't do anything for mi papá when he was killed in a drive-by shooting. Now more people like my father would die and there wasn't anything I could do but take it out on the O:ZT freaks that kept trying to track me down.
Not long after my fifteenth birthday I realized I was a wanted woman, a fugitive all across the country. Still my luck held out, they hadn't been able to get a good picture of me to pass around and I could find work without too much of a hassle. Most of the places I went to were too shorthanded to care if I was a mutant or not. It worked for another three years, having an honest job and killing off Bastion's underlings in my spare time. But just five days after my eighteenth birthday I screwed up, big time. Somehow someone had identified me, by name, and that was enough for them to track me down. When one of my letters was returned to me I checked things out and was told that my mother and oldest brother Juán had been murdered in their sleep and that Enrique was in intensive care. That much was true, O:ZT had snuck in and popped them in bed, but when I went to visit Enrique they nabbed me. I was dressed up as my own aunt and they still recognized me. No sooner had I stepped in the hospital room than the door was locked and I was surrounded. One of the men put a gun to my brother's head and another put one to mine. It wouldn't kill me, but Enrique would be no mas.
"Cecilia Reyes, you are under arrest for the murder of twenty seven government troops."
The utter astonishment in my brother's eyes was the last thing I saw before everything went black.
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you like? i hope so. review please, tell me if i should take it any further or just take it off right here and now. there will be couples of course, but they will *not* be a main part of the story. i repeat, *not* a main part of the story. remy/rogue is a must, simply because i've already got their part in all this planned. I'm thinking about a jean/warren cause not betsy in this fic until much later. other than that, it's all up to you. so tell me what you think of the story and really where i should go with this.