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I have a new reviewer (HOORAY!):
RyanGosling4Ever: Glad you like the story!
***
They opened the door, and faced a room full of humans, about 200 in total. The children and women, were in the far corner, while all the men, were ready to attack.
"Err. Creator, any time!" Iceman said
"We're not your enemy!" Creator yelled, trying to be heard over the murmurs.
"Hey, they're kids!" one person yelled.
"Yeah, and we're trying to get you guys to safety." Magma yelled
"What can you do, against Mutants?"
"A lot." Multiple put in
"How?"
"Easily." Wolfsbane announced.
"How?"
"We just can." Jubilation said
"Why?"
"Just can!" Powersurge announced
"Why?"
"Don't know!" Bezerker yelled
"What are you?"
"Kids." Sunspot replied
"No. What else?"
"Mutants." Cannonball answered.
"Mutants!"
"Kill the freaks!" Rac walked forward, her silent manner, and expectation of silence, quieted the rousing mob.
"I am a Mutant. Hath not a Mutant eyes.senses affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases . as a Human is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" Rac spoke simply, and without a trace of interpretation, as if she was speaking from her heart. In reality she was remembering the woman's words 'Use other's words'.
"She stole that speech!" Powersurge muttered.
"Where from?" Sunspot asked
"Merchant of Venice, Shylock the Jew. Replace Mutant with Jew and Human with Christian, and you have his speech."
"How do you know?"
"I'm studying it in English."
"Oh."
"Well, it worked."
"Yeah, she's got a way with words."
"No, that's Shakespeare. She's got a way with presenting."
"True!"
"I'll trust you, kid. And your friends."
"But we need to get out of here."
"We've got wounded."
"How badly?"
"Not too much, but one girl's in a bad state." Creator was lead through the mob; they parted to let her past. The rest of the Recruits followed her.
The girl in question had long blonde hair, and dark brown eyes, which provided a contrast. Most of the hair was matted, with sticky blood; her two legs and left arm were bent, at unnatural angles.
"What's wrong?" Creator asked, her voice soft, and gentle, almost sad.
"We reckon her legs and left arm are broken, her skull's cracked, and she's got at least 5 bust ribs." The woman beside her said
"Is it fatal?"
"No, but it could become fatal. She must be carried flat."
"She will be." Creator turned round, and touched a table. It morphed, into a stretcher. "Will that work?"
"Yes. But she'll feel pain."
"I can decrease the pain."
"If you would." Creator touched the girl, and her breathing became lighter.
"She'll sleep now."
"Thank you."
"It's all I can do." Creator seemed to whisper to the girl "So he beat you, like she beat me. She won't pay, but he will!"
***
I'M GETTING LONEY!
AND MAYBE A BIT LOONY!
I mean my muses ran off!
I think they said that they were going to a war somewhere!
Never mind!
I have a new reviewer (HOORAY!):
RyanGosling4Ever: Glad you like the story!
***
They opened the door, and faced a room full of humans, about 200 in total. The children and women, were in the far corner, while all the men, were ready to attack.
"Err. Creator, any time!" Iceman said
"We're not your enemy!" Creator yelled, trying to be heard over the murmurs.
"Hey, they're kids!" one person yelled.
"Yeah, and we're trying to get you guys to safety." Magma yelled
"What can you do, against Mutants?"
"A lot." Multiple put in
"How?"
"Easily." Wolfsbane announced.
"How?"
"We just can." Jubilation said
"Why?"
"Just can!" Powersurge announced
"Why?"
"Don't know!" Bezerker yelled
"What are you?"
"Kids." Sunspot replied
"No. What else?"
"Mutants." Cannonball answered.
"Mutants!"
"Kill the freaks!" Rac walked forward, her silent manner, and expectation of silence, quieted the rousing mob.
"I am a Mutant. Hath not a Mutant eyes.senses affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases . as a Human is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" Rac spoke simply, and without a trace of interpretation, as if she was speaking from her heart. In reality she was remembering the woman's words 'Use other's words'.
"She stole that speech!" Powersurge muttered.
"Where from?" Sunspot asked
"Merchant of Venice, Shylock the Jew. Replace Mutant with Jew and Human with Christian, and you have his speech."
"How do you know?"
"I'm studying it in English."
"Oh."
"Well, it worked."
"Yeah, she's got a way with words."
"No, that's Shakespeare. She's got a way with presenting."
"True!"
"I'll trust you, kid. And your friends."
"But we need to get out of here."
"We've got wounded."
"How badly?"
"Not too much, but one girl's in a bad state." Creator was lead through the mob; they parted to let her past. The rest of the Recruits followed her.
The girl in question had long blonde hair, and dark brown eyes, which provided a contrast. Most of the hair was matted, with sticky blood; her two legs and left arm were bent, at unnatural angles.
"What's wrong?" Creator asked, her voice soft, and gentle, almost sad.
"We reckon her legs and left arm are broken, her skull's cracked, and she's got at least 5 bust ribs." The woman beside her said
"Is it fatal?"
"No, but it could become fatal. She must be carried flat."
"She will be." Creator turned round, and touched a table. It morphed, into a stretcher. "Will that work?"
"Yes. But she'll feel pain."
"I can decrease the pain."
"If you would." Creator touched the girl, and her breathing became lighter.
"She'll sleep now."
"Thank you."
"It's all I can do." Creator seemed to whisper to the girl "So he beat you, like she beat me. She won't pay, but he will!"
***
I'M GETTING LONEY!
AND MAYBE A BIT LOONY!
I mean my muses ran off!
I think they said that they were going to a war somewhere!
Never mind!