I Don't Own The X-Men Or Marvel. Blah Blah Blah.
The Concentration Of The Future.
Chapter 1 The Siege.
I come from a future, a future that was never meant to be, not in the eyes of mutant-kind anyway. My life, for a long time now, has revolved around being trapped in a cage from which I can not break free, a cage that I was forcefully put into by humans and a cage which I share with many of my own kind, a cage for mutants. Much like myself, many mutants were hunted down and either killed or were captured and then forcefully put into concentration camps by humans, they did this as a way for us not to be a threat to them any longer. Many mutants put up a fight when the humans came for them, their guns blazing and their mouths wild with profanities, and when these brave souls fought back, they were gunned down and killed more often than they were sedated and captured. May all those who have fallen rest in peace. I was hunted for a long time, and me and my fellow X-Men had to hide in the shadows in order not to be killed, or captured. And although I hate to say this, but due to this, our morals were severely lowered, to the point where we adopted the attitude of kill or be killed. And sadly, when we resorted to this way of life that is when we started to become number one enemies of the human race, and that is why the X-Men have been mostly obliterated. I was one of the very last to be captured, I sacrificed my own freedom so that the people I cared about could escape and live to fight another day, I was amazing in the battle field, I was giving as good as I got. Until I tired from all of the fighting and merely surrendered to my human pursuers, and then I was put into this abysmal concentration camp, a place where anyone's worst fears would be realised.
My name is Jake Leicester, although I haven't been called by that in so long, it seems as if that was my name in a former life, like most of the mutants of this future I usually go by my codename, Implode. I'm nineteen years old, stand at six foot four inches tall and have dark skin and bright blue eyes, with dark brown hair. I'm a mutant, a powerful one from what Ive been told by a young age, I have the ability to make things implode, when I was younger my mutant power used to spiral out of control whenever my emotions were heightened, and things around me used to implode without me being able to control it. But gradually I gained control of my ability, and can now implode a multitude of different things all at the same time, and even moderate the power of the implosions I create. I also have the ability of heightened reflexes, speed and my acrobatic abilities are unparalleled, however although these may seem mutant in nature, they are merely from practising and having to fight for the majority of my semi-adult life. I had always swore to myself that I would never used my powers to kill another person, human and mutant alike, however after the humans started this plague on mutants, my perceptions on the world changed and like a good slap in the face I awoke as a new person, my personality changed. I now don't hesitate on using my powers to kill anyone who angers me, nor do I feel resentment or guilt for what I have down afterwards, I have become a cold and hard person, and as much as I hate to admit it, its what I needed to even attempt to survive the life I lead.
By the time I decided to help save my teammates, the people I loved and cared for, there were a few fractions of the X-Men left, we were far spread across the globe, having around twelve different teams worldwide in total, and on each of these twelve teams we had a range between four and seven different team members. Luckily on my team, we had a grand total of seven members including myself, and also luckily for me, they were people who I generally got along with and who I had trained in the us of my powers with. The other six members of my team were powerful, like me they all had gifts which were both very useful as well as potentially dangerous if they were left unchecked. The leader of my team was a beautiful Native American woman named Danielle Moonstar, codenamed Mirage, she was our undisputed leader and we all looked up to her as she had looked after us all, and ensure our safety, she had an array of abilities, including being able to manifest someones worst fears and biggest desire as illusions, being able to fire off psychic arrows, which could cause both physical as well mental damage and lastly she could speak to animals as well as mutants and humans through telepathy. Her second in command was a Japanese girl named Hisako Ichiki, who was codenamed Armor, she has the mutation to create a psionic armor around her body which increased her strength and durability. The next two members of our team were best friends named Kevin Ellsworth, aka Freakshow, and a girl who's name not even we knew, she was merely called Wicked. The two had been through a lot together, and were inseparable and were also fiercely protective of one another in battle, Freakshow had the ability to shapeshift himself into a vast array of different monstrous forms, each of them having a different power of their own, while Wicked had the ability to summon and control the spirits of the dead, she could also make an empathic link with them, and cause any pain they would of felt from attacks to be felt by someone else of her choosing. Another member of our team was a boy named Christopher Arson, with the codename Arson, he was a very mysterious boy who had barely joined the X-Men at the time of the humans rampage against mutants, he had the power to cause fire around him, his powers were under control for the most part but would often flare out of control whenever he was angered, he could cover himself in flames with no ill effect, summon fire from thin air as well as control existing fire, he could also use fire as a way of healing his own wounds, and the wounds of others. The last member of our team was my girlfriend, Miranda Washington, she was nineteen years old like me and beautiful, with long blond hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could make me feel as if the war we were in had ended. She was codenamed Spy, as she has multiple abilities that made her our perfect spy, she could become invisible and intangible either separately or at the same time, as well as being able to make people forget things by making direct eye contact with them.
Together we were a formidable team, we looked out for one another and picked up the slack from the others if one of us was not as useful in a battle than themselves. We would always get out of any situation that came out of our way, and would do anything and everything that we needed in order to survive in the world that we lived in. Our base was in an abandoned and underground club in New York, and somehow The Mutant Resistance Capture Team had gotten wind of where our so called X-Club was, and they stormed the place. At first we were winning the battle, their weapons weren't much use against all of our formidable powers when put together, and we disposed of the first wave of the humans easily enough. But before we could even father our things to move, that's when the Sentinels and their controllers were sent, and that is also when things started to go horribly wrong. Mirage's powers were useless against the giant robots, as were Spy's and Wicked's and so they were in charge of dispatching the humans, and the rest of us were going in for the kill, and destroying the sentinels. At first it was all gong to plan, we were watching each other's backs and gradually the humans were all knocked out, and the trouble from the Sentinel's was starting to dwindle. But by this time we had been pushed out of our base and were in an open area of New York, and without warning hundreds of soldiers all armed with guns and other weapons came at us form all angles. As the last sentinel fell, that's when we started to get tired, and that is also where I will start my story.
"Jake, use your powers on the floor underneath them !" Mirage screamed at me, as we were all trapped in a tight circle, trying to avoid bullets and all sorts of other attacks from the soldiers. Immediately doing as I was told, my eyes began to glow a purple colour and I raised my hands as the ground underneath a large portion of the soldiers began to implode, causing them to scream out in pain, clearly dying from all sorts of injuries. Looking around me, I look for Spy, to see how she is coping under the heavy fire, and like the true soldier she is she was running through the soldiers in her intangible form, and phasing her hand into them and ripping out some of their internal organs, killing them instantly. None of us feared killing someone, no matter how gruesome it may be. As Armor leaped into the crowd of soldiers, powered up in her armor form, she punched and kicked and sliced with all her might, clearing a large number of the soldiers gradually, all the while the rest of my team doing whatever necessary to survive this onslaught of soldiers.
With Mirage screaming orders at us constantly, I could see vast amounts of purple arrows shooting at soldiers, either killing them or paralyzing them, as I see their bodies twitch in pain from the attack of Mirage. By this time, Freakshow had transformed into a giant dragon-like creature, and was breathing fire at any soldier that cam to close to him, with Arson and Wicked sitting on his scaled back, Arson controlling his fire and intensifying it to burn the soldiers to ashes in mere seconds, and also creating small fires for his own amusement at the soldiers, loving the sound of hearing them cry out in pain, much to the annoyance of both me and Mirage. His sadistic behaviour had always been his downfall, he killed because he somewhat enjoyed it, while the rest of us killed because it was a necessity to survive. All the while Arson was controlling fire, Wicked was controlling the spirit's of the soldiers that were killed to battle their former comrades, and to kill them without a second thought.
By now, most of the soldiers had been killed, I was standing back to back with my girlfriend and best friend, us both killing soldiers left and right, with Spy still ripping organs form their bodies and me imploding them from a distance. And Mirage was standing just to the left of us, shooting her arrows with such force that they ripped straight through our enemies, hitting another solider standing behind them. With the last soldier killed at the hands of Arson, I looked around myself, to see the amount of bodies, the amount of carnage that we had caused with only minor scraped to ourselves. And how we must never become sloppy or too self-assured in our powers, as there will always be something out there waiting to kill us the second we let our guard slip.
With us all letting our powers go, we all relaxed a little, and just as Freakshow had transformed back into his human form Wicked spoke up, "Well, not that this wasn't a fun little exercise, but I really do think we need to find another base for ourselves to like, you know live in." nonchalantly waving her hands as she spoke, before yawning. We all began to laugh, not necessarily at her, but at the idea of her being tired or even bored after such an invigorating battle. Slightly annoyed, she summoned the spirit of a soldier and made him pinch himself, and then inflicting the pain onto all of us, and with a slight wince from us all and a smile from her. We all agreed it would probably be best to make a move as quickly as possible. With Freakshow transforming into a giant eagle-type creature we all boarded his back and got ready to fly to another destination that looked suitable to set up camp for now. But little did we know then, that just as we lifted off the ground, a soldier who was left alive contacted one of his superiors on what had just happend via his walky talky, and in between ragged breaths he managed to tell them that we were flying East through New York, before succumbing to his wounds and dying in a pool of his own blood.