Chapter 9

Outburst







"Do you have your speech ready for the breakfast?" The aid asked him nervously

"You know I do." Creed replied as he put his jacket on and made sure he looked presentable. Despite the fiasco at the lab he still kept his composure. He had to. He was going to be the guest speaker at a fund raiser for Senator Kelly's Presidential campaign. Creed found an ally in Kelly and Kelly found a way to get people to finance his campaigns. To implement their ideologies required money and lots of it.

Before heading to the limo that waited outside his Washington D.C. office. Creed looked himself over. The doctor's at the compound had found no cuts from the shatter glass and basically was seen as perfectly fine. But something hung in Creed's mind that something could've happened when that symbiote punched through the glass. Even with that worry he didn't allow to cloud his mind. He had to be clear headed otherwise he would never get his goals accomplished.



Kelly waited for Creed to show up. He paced around the banquet hall making sure everything was in place. He didn't anyone running his chances and that required security to make sure that everyone attending wasn't a member of any pro-mutant organization. He didn't want to be embarrassed otherwise he'd be stuck as a Senator for the rest of his political career. Kelly knew if he played his cards right he'd have the White House in the bag. In was a matter of time before the public would put their trust in someone who had a plan to put the mutant uprising down once and for all.

As the attendees of the fund raiser started to come into the hall. Kelly went over and greeted each member. Creed walked into the building and was waived through security. He approached Kelly.

"Are you ready?" Kelly asked

"Aren't I always?"

Kelly smiled. "I figure you would. Remember stick by me and maybe you'll get a nice cabinet post."

"Really, well that would be nice. Anyway I guess I'll go up there and give the speech."

As Creed began to walk off. Kelly grabbed him by the arm and pulled Creed back to him.

"Be careful what you say. The Media will be here."

"I'll be careful Mr. President."

Creed walked away and then prepared himself for his speech. Kelly turned away and went back to meeting the people making sure his influence would go to the right people.

As Creed went to the stage he began to feel strange. Not a feeling of illness but something of exhilaration as if he had been given a sudden burst of energy. He didn't know why it just came to him. He had done hundreds of speeches before. Why would he feel suddenly feel excited about this one? Creed dismissed it and prepared his speech.

Once everyone was settled and picking away at some what decent food. Kelly approached the podium.

"I'd like to thank my contributors, the media, and anyone who has interest in keeping the human race alive for coming. I know you may have other thing to do. But being here is the first step in what I believe will be a step in the right direction. Now to outline my ideas further I present you the head of the Friends of Humanity, Graydon Creed."

The audience applied as Creed approached the podium.

"Now feel free to ask questions if you have any while I speak. I feel it is necessary to ask questions. It clarifies the air and prevents anything of being taken out of context. Now I'd like talk about an issue that you know is in media practically every day. It's in issue that has become one of the most important this country and the world has to face in this day an age. I'm of course talking about mutants."

While Creed continued to talk about his beliefs, what the FOH stood for and presented "facts" that supported his cause. A group of seven people sat in last few tables. They dressed like any other fund-raiser attendee. They came in with falsified credentials, each one stating that they were from a variety of newspapers, tv networks, and other forms of the media. They were actuality members of a mutant rights organization. However they took a more militant approach to their cause than the one Doctor Charles Xavier took. They felt that if they were being treated with any means necessary than they should also. They called themselves Humans on Mutant Equality or HOME. One of the lead members Kyle Wilson raised his hand and interrupted Creed.

"Excuse me Mr.Creed." Wilson called to him

"Yes, you are?"

"Ryan King, Daily Globe ," Wilson used an alias like everyone else to get inside. "While you state these facts about mutant violence. What about the hundreds of cases of unprovoked violence against mutants?"

Creed listened to his question and tried to think of an answer. There was something he didn't like about the guy and he had an increasing desire to tell the reporter what he really had on his mind.

"That's a fair question and I cannot deny the fact there is unprovoked mutant violence. But to say that's a cause of greater concern then what happened to people out there every day."

Another member raised her hand.

"Yes?" Creed asked

"But are you stating that mutants are not people but some type of abomination that must be stripped of their freedoms?" She asked

Creed stared at the woman. He could feel the sweat just pour out of him. He couldn't figure out what was going on. Whatever it was he needed to get it under control. A lot was at stake and he couldn't allow himself defeat because some reporter is just waiting for him to slip up. "Now I didn't say that."

"But you the head of the Friends of Humanity which is suspected to be involved in these acts of violence."

"Where did you hear about that?"

"From sources who came to me and stated that they had evidence stating that members of the Friends of Humanity were responsible for the deaths of two children in Oakland, California. Killed for simple having different DNA."

The crowd began to erupt in shouts and questions. Kelly was fuming and couldn't believe what was going on. This was just a way to raise money not to have questions that could have him being painted as the American Hitler. He had to shut this down.

Creed was trying to keep calm but he found himself ever closer to losing it.

"Look I know there supposed accusations that my group is responsible for such acts. But I will tell you now those are complete lies."

Another member of HOME Peter Moore rose from his seat.

"That is a lie! We've got evidence proving otherwise."

More shouts and questions were coming from the crowd. Creed watched as his credibility was being challenged.

"YOU ARE WRONG!" Creed shouted at the top of his lungs and slammed his fist on the podium. His fist caused a dent in the podium.

The members of HOME continued to shouts accusations and caused a ruckus. Security couldn't contain the members of HOME and chaos reigned in the hall.

Creed felt himself giving into his anger he couldn't control himself anymore. That's when the chaos changed from that of violence to fear.

A black substance appeared from within himself and enveloped Creed. His mind was no longer that of thought but that of rage, hate, and instinct. He was now a raging monster and shone a mouthful of jagged razor edge teeth. It made guttural sounds as it tore through the hall leaving death and destruction in its path. It couldn't be stopped and as it went outside. The sun shone brightly its blue-green skin as created destruction through Washington D.C.

People did anything they could to get out of its way. There was no stopping it.





To Be Continued