AN - I do not own the X-Men, any mentions of characters in this FanFic, or any characters belonging to Marvel I own. I only own the characters I have created (which is kinda all of them)!
However, this is my second FanFic for the X-Men: The Movie sub-category and it takes place way outside of the movies but in my own universe I have called Earth-619, which relates to the comic universe Earth-616, where most of the X-Men and Marvel Comics take place.
Anyway, enough of my waffling, please READ AND REVIEW and enjoy! Thank You!
Centropolis, UnderPlace, Upper North Wing
"...and today marks the twenty fifth anniversary of the Centropolis Bombing, which decimated over ninety nine per cent of the mutant population on Earth.
President Werthingten gave a speech just this afternoon on the government associated decimation twenty five years ago, and praised her predecessor on making the rash and frankly positively bold decision, which has made our beautiful society a utopian place to live in. So remember, the Beta Government Officials are watching you, so slap on those smiles!" The blonde haired, grinning, news reporter faded into an annoyingly catchy jingle, then into the Beta Symbol, a large 'B' overshadowed by the Omega Symbol with two eagle wings on either side.
The cloaked figure spat at the hoverscreen and kicked the withered end table over, which cracked in half on the cold, wet, concrete. A pair of hands contracted from the figures sleeved coat, as the figure sat on the damp, moth bitten sofa. The figure bowed its head and placed it within its hands. Twenty fiver years...twenty five years, and the legacy wasn't fulfilled. Myna and Gustav's daughter whom was sent farther back than anyone must not have stopped the Beta Government from formulating. Now they're all gone...three hundred and fifty million...
The figure stood, wiped away salty tears and pulled back the hood. Long, straight, silver hair fell out of a tight bun and slunk down the front of the figures coat, glimmering under the weak over head sunlight.
"Alys?" The shimmering fair skinned woman spun around, alerted. Ranin stood at the doorway, his small infant like frame and fearful twitchy face was just visible behind the thick, metal, door.
"What is it Ranin?" Alys spoke, trying profoundly to eradicate any trace of her previous upset in her voice.
"Corgin wishes to see you ma'am."
Alys nodded, dismissing Ranin. He shuffled away, sniffling, and closed the thick metal door with a clang. Alys closed her eyes and breathed in the putrid, sewage air. It was a habit, it couldn't harm her, as immunity had its exceptional strong points. Alys opened her eyes and swept from the room, then glided down the murky passageway to the door at the far end.
She entered and looked swiftly around. Ranin was crouched over the rotted arm chair, routing for something. Forcefield, a pink, short haired mutant with dazzling magneta coloured eyes, and Callistan, a dark skinned mutant with a long curtain of sleek black hair, were whispering by the shuttle shoot and Steelhide was cracking his large knuckles, in a far corner of the room, his vibrant and metallic form shadowed dramatically.
Corgin was sat on the sofa, his violet coloured eyes boring into Alys'. His slender form was positioned as if he was sat bored, watching a mind numbing hoverscreen programme.
"Corgin, you wished to speak?" Alys said, as she closed the door. There was an immediate silence after her words, and Forcefield and Callistan had stopped whispering and had turned to her direction.
"How long, Alys? How long until myself and the others are able to rise? We are sick, sick of having to scrounge to survive underneath them. Having to resort to stealing all because weaklings such as yourself don't dare to even -"
"Corgin," Alys interrupted, at the insult, "it has been twenty five years, since the Decimation. Homo Sapient are still extremely anti-mutant even after they supposedly wiped us out. We rise, we die. It's as simple as that, therefore, we must wait." Alys said. Steelhide snorted. "Do you have something to say Steelhide?"
"Yeah," his strong Manhattan accented voice boomed throughout the room, "my entire family was murdered. The legacy was never fulfilled and I am sick of having to wait Alys. I want every Normal to suffer, just as I did, or I shall, and God help me, kill my way up there." Steelhide growled, his massive chest heaving up and down.
"What have I just said, Steelhide?" Alys quipped. "You even breathe up there and they shall know and murder you. Whilst you are with me you shall not die in vain nor even die. If we all die it shall be in the memory of the three hundred million slaughtered. Their deaths shall be avenged but -"
"Listen to yourself Alys! We shall die? We shall die being here for the rest of our lives! We have to Rise and defeat those that killed us, as that would be revenge for those that were lost! Don't you understand?" Corgin yelled, jumping to his feet.
"I understand perfectly well Corgin. We all survived because of the Sacrifice, and it is that we have to honour. Our kind who died should be honoured for their gifts and we shall rise in a formal and completely non-violent – Steelhide!"
The eight foot tall mutant turned and punched the concrete wall, creating a large crater like hole. Alys raised a thin silver eyebrow, Ranin shrieked and dropped a plate of glasses, Corgin cursed loudly, and Forcefield and Callistan both screamed in shock. Steelhide roared and stormed from the room, he smashed open the door and stomped down the passageway. Alys' eyes followed him, until he disappeared inside the room she had come from.
"Alys, don't you see?" Corgin barked, "Steelhide isn't happy and you damn well know his capability. He could rip that city apart and possibly destroy everything!"
Alys studied Corgin with great difficulty, she attempted to conclude his defiant yet mutinous expression. He simply stared back, his violet coloured eyes now glowing erratically.
"I understand your anger, I sincerely do. But you must understand this. We cannot rise, not now we -"
But Alys was interrupted by an unearthly explosion. It had come from another chamber deep through the passageway to the left. Everybody instantly ducked for cover as a small dust cloud burst down the passageway. And then it stopped, as fast as it had come leaving an eerie silence in its wake, punctuated by Forcefield.
"What, the hell, was that?"
Alys stood slowly to her feet, her eyes locked on the dust cloud now formulating outside the room. She thought the exact same as Forcefield, what was that? But Corgin had acted before Alys could utter a word. He raised his arms to the far left wall and emitted a thick violet light from his fingertips. The light scanned the wall like slithering octopus tentacles, Corgin's mutant ability enabling him to gain details of a location by averagely being nearby, this expressed as beams of violet light, or, Psychometry.
After a few more moments Corgin lowered his arms. "Aretta Adler is receiving a vision. Apparently she screamed so loud she made Stronghold fart."
The others laughed with relief, but Alys did not find any fragment of the situation comical. Aretta's vision must be of some intensity or even horror, to make her scream so loud, resulting in the dangerous expulsion of Stronghold's gas. Alys felt a knot of anxiety tighten in the pit of her stomach, she had to find out what was going on. She turned to look at a sniggering Corgin.
"Wait here. I'm going to see if everything on their end is okay, do not follow me." Alys commanded. This wiped the smile clean off Corgin's face.
"Who the hell are you -"
"Leave it!" Alys yelled, silencing the rebellious mutant. She twirled around to face him, anger pulsing through her like red hot lava. Corgin looked as if he was about to retaliate, but he held his tongue and turned away, leaning against a concrete pillar.
Alys gave one last sweeping glance at the others then vanished, in a thick wisp of silvery smoke.