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sorry but this fic is based on the movie. If u havn't watched the movie then this might be confusing!
The young soldier chapter 1. Hatred begins
A girl stands in the street, on a grey Nottingham morning, her laser blue eyes rivited to a TV screen. Rain drilled down dripping from her hair, driving down her neck.
" Senator Kelly speaks today" a news caster in a red jacket read " At the White house on the mutant law."
" I stand by what I said before, that mutants should be forced to show themselves. To be safe in our schools, on public transport, even in our homes, we must know who they are, and above all we must know what they can do! "
A roar of applause met him, his smug smile of trimuph on his pasty, polition face.
The screen returned to the newscaster " One Jean Grey protested against him that because natural mutations mainifest themselves ( appear ) at adolesence or time of hightened emotional stress, people cannot predict whether they will become a mutant, or when, if they do. In every human being is the genetic code for mutation. We should not see them as a threat, but as a new stage of human evolution."
The words of Senator Kelly and Jean Grey echoed and bounced around the girls head. For this girl, jo, was a mutant. A filthy mutant. Her natural mutant gift was to... the thoughts ran further and futher backwards in her mind, she was so angry.
A shout interupted her train of thought. She span round, were they shouting at her? She panicked for a moment, then realised. They weren't shouting at her. No one knew she was a mutant, it didn't show on the outside. she was as normal as could be , to unsuspecting eyes. The only thing that made her different was, she had wavy blond hair, just below her shoulders, piercing laser blue eyes and a womanly, yet athletic figure. She was, at 14, an orphan. she spoke with an Irish accent. Her parents had died 5 years ago. she was a loner, kept herself to hersel. she had had to grow up quick, and her 'childhood ' was a distant memory. she had plunged head first into a grown up world, full of hate, anger and termoil, where the majority of the population followed one weak leader like sheep.
Whatever the leader said, most of te country agreed. And this mutant law was no exception.
She carried on down the high street, feeling as though she wasn't worthy enough to be there. she lived in an orphanage. Or was supposed to. Half the time she was out, walking round the town. She felt as though she was looking for someone. A soulmate, someone to call friend, someone that wouldn't flinch or call names when she walked past.
" Looky, looky the bitch returns," a young, beaytuful brunette called.
" I'm sorry, do I know you? " Jo replied.
" Katie from school, you teenage slut,"
" You shouldn't talk about yourself that way Katie," J said with a smile. She carried on down the street, the girl hurling torrents of abuse at her from under a large umbrella and bags of designer clothes.
A gust of wind whipped through her hair, and her necklace got caught below her ear. It was only called a necklace because it was worn around her neck, it wasn't beautiful or elegant. It was two dag tags both inscribed with '00054 Katre'. She knew what they were from. A dark secret haunted her past. she didn't know why she still wore them though. they reminded her of that event, that terrified her in the night, that woke her up screaming in the damp orphanage beds, but they were part of her. She couldn't let them go
sorry but this fic is based on the movie. If u havn't watched the movie then this might be confusing!
The young soldier chapter 1. Hatred begins
A girl stands in the street, on a grey Nottingham morning, her laser blue eyes rivited to a TV screen. Rain drilled down dripping from her hair, driving down her neck.
" Senator Kelly speaks today" a news caster in a red jacket read " At the White house on the mutant law."
" I stand by what I said before, that mutants should be forced to show themselves. To be safe in our schools, on public transport, even in our homes, we must know who they are, and above all we must know what they can do! "
A roar of applause met him, his smug smile of trimuph on his pasty, polition face.
The screen returned to the newscaster " One Jean Grey protested against him that because natural mutations mainifest themselves ( appear ) at adolesence or time of hightened emotional stress, people cannot predict whether they will become a mutant, or when, if they do. In every human being is the genetic code for mutation. We should not see them as a threat, but as a new stage of human evolution."
The words of Senator Kelly and Jean Grey echoed and bounced around the girls head. For this girl, jo, was a mutant. A filthy mutant. Her natural mutant gift was to... the thoughts ran further and futher backwards in her mind, she was so angry.
A shout interupted her train of thought. She span round, were they shouting at her? She panicked for a moment, then realised. They weren't shouting at her. No one knew she was a mutant, it didn't show on the outside. she was as normal as could be , to unsuspecting eyes. The only thing that made her different was, she had wavy blond hair, just below her shoulders, piercing laser blue eyes and a womanly, yet athletic figure. She was, at 14, an orphan. she spoke with an Irish accent. Her parents had died 5 years ago. she was a loner, kept herself to hersel. she had had to grow up quick, and her 'childhood ' was a distant memory. she had plunged head first into a grown up world, full of hate, anger and termoil, where the majority of the population followed one weak leader like sheep.
Whatever the leader said, most of te country agreed. And this mutant law was no exception.
She carried on down the high street, feeling as though she wasn't worthy enough to be there. she lived in an orphanage. Or was supposed to. Half the time she was out, walking round the town. She felt as though she was looking for someone. A soulmate, someone to call friend, someone that wouldn't flinch or call names when she walked past.
" Looky, looky the bitch returns," a young, beaytuful brunette called.
" I'm sorry, do I know you? " Jo replied.
" Katie from school, you teenage slut,"
" You shouldn't talk about yourself that way Katie," J said with a smile. She carried on down the street, the girl hurling torrents of abuse at her from under a large umbrella and bags of designer clothes.
A gust of wind whipped through her hair, and her necklace got caught below her ear. It was only called a necklace because it was worn around her neck, it wasn't beautiful or elegant. It was two dag tags both inscribed with '00054 Katre'. She knew what they were from. A dark secret haunted her past. she didn't know why she still wore them though. they reminded her of that event, that terrified her in the night, that woke her up screaming in the damp orphanage beds, but they were part of her. She couldn't let them go