Okay I'll confess. I'm completely stuck on Out of the Shadows. So, to freshen up my creativity, I started this story. Enjoy.
Color Me Different
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Mutant. Homo-superior. Beings with extraordinary abilities.
Human. Homo-sapien. Beings with the ability to make a mutant's life a nightmare.
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(Compound X, Cell 527)
Prisoner 354-1183 aka Kurt Wagner stared dejectedly through the bars of his cell. He barely noticed the cuffs and chains that held him to the wall or the mutation-disabling collar that circled his neck. They were just factors of his enviroment, nothing more. They couldn't affect him. Very few things could.
At the sound of footsteps, the German-born mutant's yellow eyes brightened in alert. He had learned to stay alert. The stone faced guards were dragging a boy of about 15 towards the cells. The boy was fighting them every step of the way. Kurt briefly wondered why one so young was in here, but then he noticed the boys appearance. The boy was about 5.3, abnormally short for his age, and he had large, strange, blue-yellow eyes. His hair was was spikey and bright green, while his skin was a yellowish-green color.
Kurt shook his head. It was hard enough just to be a mutant. If you were mutated in appearance, God help you. Glancing down at his own blue-furred body, with it's three-fingered hands and two-toed feet, Kurt once again shook his head. He was still waiting for God to come through.
Kurt remembered something he had heard a long time ago. If you want help, first you must help another. Kurt looked over at the frightened teen as the guards shoved him into the cell with Kurt. As the guards clamped shackles to his wrists and ankles, then fastened the collar around his neck, the teen stared at Kurt.
'Don't worry, young one.' Kurt thought, 'You are not alone.'
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Mortimer Toynbee stared at the blue, elf-like man that was chained to the wall. The man's piercing yellow eyes stared back at him and Mortimer looked away with a shudder. He didn't realize the guards were still there until one of them kicked him in the side of the head. He yelped in pain and tried to move away. As the guard advanced he did the only thing he could think of.
Mortimer struck out with his tongue, using it to yank the guards legs out from under him. The guard swore peversly as he tried to regain his feet. The second guard, seeing what happened, cursed and kicked Mortimer in the throat. Mortimer suddenly couldn't breathe. He tried to gasp in air, but it wasn't enough.
He blacked out.
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Kurt flinched as he saw one of the guards kicked th boy in the throat. He watched as the teen blacked out from lack of air and hoped he wasn't seriously hurt. The guards, seeing that the boy was unconscious, left.
Kurt sighed. He had been only 13 when he had fist came here. Even though 7 years had passed, he still held on hope that he would get out of this nightmare one day. But now, looking at the limp body on the ground, he knew he wasn't going anywhere with out this boy.
'Nowhere. So help me God.'
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Color Me Different
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Mutant. Homo-superior. Beings with extraordinary abilities.
Human. Homo-sapien. Beings with the ability to make a mutant's life a nightmare.
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(Compound X, Cell 527)
Prisoner 354-1183 aka Kurt Wagner stared dejectedly through the bars of his cell. He barely noticed the cuffs and chains that held him to the wall or the mutation-disabling collar that circled his neck. They were just factors of his enviroment, nothing more. They couldn't affect him. Very few things could.
At the sound of footsteps, the German-born mutant's yellow eyes brightened in alert. He had learned to stay alert. The stone faced guards were dragging a boy of about 15 towards the cells. The boy was fighting them every step of the way. Kurt briefly wondered why one so young was in here, but then he noticed the boys appearance. The boy was about 5.3, abnormally short for his age, and he had large, strange, blue-yellow eyes. His hair was was spikey and bright green, while his skin was a yellowish-green color.
Kurt shook his head. It was hard enough just to be a mutant. If you were mutated in appearance, God help you. Glancing down at his own blue-furred body, with it's three-fingered hands and two-toed feet, Kurt once again shook his head. He was still waiting for God to come through.
Kurt remembered something he had heard a long time ago. If you want help, first you must help another. Kurt looked over at the frightened teen as the guards shoved him into the cell with Kurt. As the guards clamped shackles to his wrists and ankles, then fastened the collar around his neck, the teen stared at Kurt.
'Don't worry, young one.' Kurt thought, 'You are not alone.'
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Mortimer Toynbee stared at the blue, elf-like man that was chained to the wall. The man's piercing yellow eyes stared back at him and Mortimer looked away with a shudder. He didn't realize the guards were still there until one of them kicked him in the side of the head. He yelped in pain and tried to move away. As the guard advanced he did the only thing he could think of.
Mortimer struck out with his tongue, using it to yank the guards legs out from under him. The guard swore peversly as he tried to regain his feet. The second guard, seeing what happened, cursed and kicked Mortimer in the throat. Mortimer suddenly couldn't breathe. He tried to gasp in air, but it wasn't enough.
He blacked out.
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Kurt flinched as he saw one of the guards kicked th boy in the throat. He watched as the teen blacked out from lack of air and hoped he wasn't seriously hurt. The guards, seeing that the boy was unconscious, left.
Kurt sighed. He had been only 13 when he had fist came here. Even though 7 years had passed, he still held on hope that he would get out of this nightmare one day. But now, looking at the limp body on the ground, he knew he wasn't going anywhere with out this boy.
'Nowhere. So help me God.'
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So, what do you think? REVIEW!