Chapter 1
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A New Day
Author's Note~ This chapter contains rape and swearing, if you are offended, leave now.
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Las Angeles. Picture if you will, a dark alley way with a girl running quietly, dodging trash cans and sleeping bums. Add to this picture a group of men running after her, saying obscene words and phrases directed at her.
Dodging to her left, the girl comes up short against a brick wall. Turning around, she watches as the five men surround her. All holding guns, the leader smiles widly at the girl. Saying to his men, "Okay boys, anything looking like mutant activity, ya shoot her. Understand?" Nods from all the men. The leader went up to the girl, who, at this time had curled up into a ball hoping to be forgotten. Grabbing a handfull of black and red hair, the man pulled back the girl's head, and smiled when he heard a small scream. "You're pretty hot... for a mutant." Tears welled up from the girl's maroon eyes. "Who wants to go first?" The man pushed the girl back against the brick wall. First, he hit her head repeatedly against the wall, so the girl was too dazed to fight back, and then, the groping began. Through tears and rasping sobs, the girl heard someone.
"Hey,um boss?"
"What?"
"Um, well, it looks like you're kinda hurting her."
"So? She's just a mutant. Mutants don't have any fucking feelings."
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Pulling his hood up against the wind, Magnus slowly made his way down the alley, every once in awhile, a silver lock of hair slipping from the confines of the hood. He wanted to keep to the shadows, lest someone saw him. He had just worked out a deal with some other, less dangerous mutant terrorists, and was now heading toward his motel. "So? She's just a mutant. Mutants don't have any fucking feelings." Magnus involuntarily stiffined. A memory had come shooting back to him.
Begin Flashback~~~ Germany, a concentration camp. There were two German soldiers that have pushed a young man against a wall. The first German repeatedly punched and kicked the man. Annoyed Magnus ran up to the soldiers and said, "Why the hell are you doing that for?" Laughing the other man repiled,
"You're all just fucking Jews. No one cares about fucking Jews." ~ End of Flashback.
Turning toward the alley where the voice had come from, Magnus quickly ran into it. After running for about five minutes, he came to a halt, stunned at the scene that lay before him. Yes, he had killed many people during his life, and yes, he had gone through the Nazi concentration camps, but this scene still made him cringe. A young girl was on the ground, all of her clothes litterally torn off of her, and scattered around the ground. The man was on top of her, grunting and moving up and down. A crowd of young men were circled around the two, like a pack of hungry dogs, Magnus thought with disgust.
Moving quietly, he noticed not only a multitude of metal trinkets on all of the men, but also a well placed metal dumpster. Smiling to himself, Magnus raised his arms, and sent the metal dumpster crashing into the crowd of men, securly pinning three to the wall of the alley. Turning, he sent the guns of the other two flying away, their masters following closely behind them. He heard a grunt as the man on top of the girl rolled off of her, and grabbed for his gun. Moving quickly, Magnus sent both the gun and the man against the brick wall, which was already red with the girl's blood. Magnus moved the gun to point straight at the man's head, and cocked it. Almost instantly the man started pleading with him, promising not to do that ever again. Magnus just smiled and pulled the trigger.
Shielding his face and hair from the bloody brains, Magnus looked over at the young girl, she had pulled herself into a tight ball, and was crying silently. Moving over towards her, Magnus put a hand on her shoulder. The girl instantly lashed out, punching and kicking, and tried despiratly to run away. The brusing she had taken from the man slowed he down, though, and eventually she just collapsed against some garbage cans, crying. With much more caution this time, Magnus croutched before the girl. "There, there. Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Maroon eyes met steel grey. Magnus smiled and opened his arms. Sobbing, the girl fell into them. Magnus held her tightly, stroking her hair, and wispering that everything will be all right.
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A New Day
Author's Note~ This chapter contains rape and swearing, if you are offended, leave now.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Las Angeles. Picture if you will, a dark alley way with a girl running quietly, dodging trash cans and sleeping bums. Add to this picture a group of men running after her, saying obscene words and phrases directed at her.
Dodging to her left, the girl comes up short against a brick wall. Turning around, she watches as the five men surround her. All holding guns, the leader smiles widly at the girl. Saying to his men, "Okay boys, anything looking like mutant activity, ya shoot her. Understand?" Nods from all the men. The leader went up to the girl, who, at this time had curled up into a ball hoping to be forgotten. Grabbing a handfull of black and red hair, the man pulled back the girl's head, and smiled when he heard a small scream. "You're pretty hot... for a mutant." Tears welled up from the girl's maroon eyes. "Who wants to go first?" The man pushed the girl back against the brick wall. First, he hit her head repeatedly against the wall, so the girl was too dazed to fight back, and then, the groping began. Through tears and rasping sobs, the girl heard someone.
"Hey,um boss?"
"What?"
"Um, well, it looks like you're kinda hurting her."
"So? She's just a mutant. Mutants don't have any fucking feelings."
*~*~*~*~*
Pulling his hood up against the wind, Magnus slowly made his way down the alley, every once in awhile, a silver lock of hair slipping from the confines of the hood. He wanted to keep to the shadows, lest someone saw him. He had just worked out a deal with some other, less dangerous mutant terrorists, and was now heading toward his motel. "So? She's just a mutant. Mutants don't have any fucking feelings." Magnus involuntarily stiffined. A memory had come shooting back to him.
Begin Flashback~~~ Germany, a concentration camp. There were two German soldiers that have pushed a young man against a wall. The first German repeatedly punched and kicked the man. Annoyed Magnus ran up to the soldiers and said, "Why the hell are you doing that for?" Laughing the other man repiled,
"You're all just fucking Jews. No one cares about fucking Jews." ~ End of Flashback.
Turning toward the alley where the voice had come from, Magnus quickly ran into it. After running for about five minutes, he came to a halt, stunned at the scene that lay before him. Yes, he had killed many people during his life, and yes, he had gone through the Nazi concentration camps, but this scene still made him cringe. A young girl was on the ground, all of her clothes litterally torn off of her, and scattered around the ground. The man was on top of her, grunting and moving up and down. A crowd of young men were circled around the two, like a pack of hungry dogs, Magnus thought with disgust.
Moving quietly, he noticed not only a multitude of metal trinkets on all of the men, but also a well placed metal dumpster. Smiling to himself, Magnus raised his arms, and sent the metal dumpster crashing into the crowd of men, securly pinning three to the wall of the alley. Turning, he sent the guns of the other two flying away, their masters following closely behind them. He heard a grunt as the man on top of the girl rolled off of her, and grabbed for his gun. Moving quickly, Magnus sent both the gun and the man against the brick wall, which was already red with the girl's blood. Magnus moved the gun to point straight at the man's head, and cocked it. Almost instantly the man started pleading with him, promising not to do that ever again. Magnus just smiled and pulled the trigger.
Shielding his face and hair from the bloody brains, Magnus looked over at the young girl, she had pulled herself into a tight ball, and was crying silently. Moving over towards her, Magnus put a hand on her shoulder. The girl instantly lashed out, punching and kicking, and tried despiratly to run away. The brusing she had taken from the man slowed he down, though, and eventually she just collapsed against some garbage cans, crying. With much more caution this time, Magnus croutched before the girl. "There, there. Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Maroon eyes met steel grey. Magnus smiled and opened his arms. Sobbing, the girl fell into them. Magnus held her tightly, stroking her hair, and wispering that everything will be all right.