After being sold Melody was put into a cart and taken to her new home, on
that she had no intention of staying for long. She was on one's slave.
The man who had bought her, however, had different ideas.
(X)
Wolverine was sitting on a stool in a lonely little run down bar. The place was old; no one knew when it had been built. Kind of a metaphor for Wolverine. He didn't care. He just sat there, drinking. No one knew how many he had had.
Wolverine had enhanced senses. But he didn't need them to hear the conversation going on next to him.
"The raid went really well." A man who had set down on the bar stool next to Wolverine. "Other than Budd getting too close to it, and having it break his arm we really had no casualties."
The other men laughed.
Wolverine thought it was strange that only men seemed to be the ones who 'captured' people on the raids. He didn't know why this was.
The conversation the men was having turned serious.
"We knew, just knew we were going to get at least five muties on this raid. How many do we get? One. A freak among freaks. I don't get what happened. It was there all alone." The man who had spoken before said.
"How much did you each make off it?" A small man piped up.
"Twenty-Five bucks each." The other men laughed. "It's not funny. It cost more in power to get there."
"So the raid was a dud?" The small man asked. "What happened to it going really well?"
The men laughed again, but this time it was spiteful. The man who had done most of the talking left, without paying, to have his friends pay.
"Hey John, you were on the raid, what does that blue mutie look like up close?" The small man asked brightly.
"It had fangs." John seemed to be a brilliant person.
"Oh." That killed the conversation.
Wolverine got up, paid his bell and left. He needed to go for a walk. 'Was it just a coincidence? Is she related to him?' He had some thinking to do.
(X)
"What is your name?" The man who had bought Melody demanded.
Melody said nothing.
30 seconds passed.
Melody still said nothing.
"Well?" The man said gruffly.
Still nothing.
"Do You Have A Name?" The man said clearly and slowly.
Nothing.
"I suppose I shall have to give you a name." The man said, and laughed. "Mute." More laughter.
(X)
The next day Melody was sitting in one of the PENS (placement enclosures for new slaves) and waiting.
The day after that she was waiting.
The day after that the man who 'owned' her came out and said, "We need a new female for working in the house - Mute, you'll have to do." He gave her a distasteful look.
'Oh, pardon me for not jumping with joy.' Melody thought.
"Oh! This is your new mutant?" the man's (whose name was Larry - go figure) wife, Linda squealed.
"Yes honey." (Three guesses who said this.)
"and you want her to be a house slave?"
"I do. You said you needed a female for the job, sweet." Larry said, every syllable dripping with sugar.
"Well, she looks so odd, what will guests think?" Linda said, obviously trying to get out of having Melody in the house.
"Dear, just try her out, a trial basis." Larry pleaded. "Besides, they might think her a novelty."
"Oh, alright." Linda sighed.
(X)
Melody's jobs were easy, stupid ones. She had to go get this and go get that. It was getting really old. Three days Melody endured it, all the while thinking of a way she could escape.
She had many plans, and was just waiting for an opportunity. The people who claimed they owned her kept a neutralizer bracelet on her at all times. They didn't know what she could do.
On this third day of her being in the house Linda came over to Melody and said, "I am having a party tonight and you need to host it. I want you to serve everyone. Can you do that?"
Melody refused to answer.
"Fine. I suppose you understand." Linda sniffed and walked off.
At the party Linda's friends thought Melody was absolutely hilarious. "She is original." "Blue goes well with your furniture." Where ever did you find her?" Trying to be polite the guests at Linda's party were making comments like these. Melody thought she was going to be sick.
After three agonizing hours Melody was finally told to go off and do something useful. She went to sleep.
(X)
"You there, Mute!" Larry yelled. "Can you swim?"
Melody said nothing, but she thought, 'Duh.'
"Well the animals got out and went down to the river and my best horse is among them. I need you to go get them." Larry told her formally.
Melody got up and walked over to the river, and jumped in. She swam out using powerful strokes of her arms and made it over to the first horse. She climbed onto the strong animal's back and led it with her weight over to, no the bank, as everyone thought she would, but to the rest of the herd. She wrangled the herd back to shore in record time.
"Thank you." Larry said in one of his rare moments that he used praise. "Good job."
Melody said nothing.
(X)
"Why doesn't that new slave - Mute - talk?" Linda said, looking out the window at Melody who was beating the rugs. "She should. It's not right."
"Maybe she really is a Mute." Larry said.
"Perhaps." Linda quipped.
(X)
Melody knew she had no reason not to talk. She thought the reason may be that she didn't want to answer to these people that now owned her, by the law. She hated the laws and people who enforced them. She had no rights, and that was wrong.
Escape. That was the looming thought that Melody had. She had to escape. How, where, when, she didn't know. Why on the other had was very simple. Freedom.
Escape.
Freedom.
Escape.
Escape for freedom.
(X) A little information about the past.
The X-Men are now only a legend. Second generation X-Men had died before The War. Third and forth generations were fighter in The War.
The War.
Two little words that decided the outcome of the world.
Mutants almost won.
Almost.
The would have won, but they were outnumbered. They got cocky. They thought with their powers they would win easily. They didn't.
Life had gone downhill for everyone. Technology stopped in its tracks. All energy went into slavery. An evil institution.
Rebellions had been common for bout twenty years. No more.
Things have been dormant for a long time now.
Long.
Too long.
Most think it will never change.
Most.
(X)
Well, I think this is all very corny.
Love,
The Wolf Child.
@---,--'--,--'----------
\\//~Please?
The man who had bought her, however, had different ideas.
(X)
Wolverine was sitting on a stool in a lonely little run down bar. The place was old; no one knew when it had been built. Kind of a metaphor for Wolverine. He didn't care. He just sat there, drinking. No one knew how many he had had.
Wolverine had enhanced senses. But he didn't need them to hear the conversation going on next to him.
"The raid went really well." A man who had set down on the bar stool next to Wolverine. "Other than Budd getting too close to it, and having it break his arm we really had no casualties."
The other men laughed.
Wolverine thought it was strange that only men seemed to be the ones who 'captured' people on the raids. He didn't know why this was.
The conversation the men was having turned serious.
"We knew, just knew we were going to get at least five muties on this raid. How many do we get? One. A freak among freaks. I don't get what happened. It was there all alone." The man who had spoken before said.
"How much did you each make off it?" A small man piped up.
"Twenty-Five bucks each." The other men laughed. "It's not funny. It cost more in power to get there."
"So the raid was a dud?" The small man asked. "What happened to it going really well?"
The men laughed again, but this time it was spiteful. The man who had done most of the talking left, without paying, to have his friends pay.
"Hey John, you were on the raid, what does that blue mutie look like up close?" The small man asked brightly.
"It had fangs." John seemed to be a brilliant person.
"Oh." That killed the conversation.
Wolverine got up, paid his bell and left. He needed to go for a walk. 'Was it just a coincidence? Is she related to him?' He had some thinking to do.
(X)
"What is your name?" The man who had bought Melody demanded.
Melody said nothing.
30 seconds passed.
Melody still said nothing.
"Well?" The man said gruffly.
Still nothing.
"Do You Have A Name?" The man said clearly and slowly.
Nothing.
"I suppose I shall have to give you a name." The man said, and laughed. "Mute." More laughter.
(X)
The next day Melody was sitting in one of the PENS (placement enclosures for new slaves) and waiting.
The day after that she was waiting.
The day after that the man who 'owned' her came out and said, "We need a new female for working in the house - Mute, you'll have to do." He gave her a distasteful look.
'Oh, pardon me for not jumping with joy.' Melody thought.
"Oh! This is your new mutant?" the man's (whose name was Larry - go figure) wife, Linda squealed.
"Yes honey." (Three guesses who said this.)
"and you want her to be a house slave?"
"I do. You said you needed a female for the job, sweet." Larry said, every syllable dripping with sugar.
"Well, she looks so odd, what will guests think?" Linda said, obviously trying to get out of having Melody in the house.
"Dear, just try her out, a trial basis." Larry pleaded. "Besides, they might think her a novelty."
"Oh, alright." Linda sighed.
(X)
Melody's jobs were easy, stupid ones. She had to go get this and go get that. It was getting really old. Three days Melody endured it, all the while thinking of a way she could escape.
She had many plans, and was just waiting for an opportunity. The people who claimed they owned her kept a neutralizer bracelet on her at all times. They didn't know what she could do.
On this third day of her being in the house Linda came over to Melody and said, "I am having a party tonight and you need to host it. I want you to serve everyone. Can you do that?"
Melody refused to answer.
"Fine. I suppose you understand." Linda sniffed and walked off.
At the party Linda's friends thought Melody was absolutely hilarious. "She is original." "Blue goes well with your furniture." Where ever did you find her?" Trying to be polite the guests at Linda's party were making comments like these. Melody thought she was going to be sick.
After three agonizing hours Melody was finally told to go off and do something useful. She went to sleep.
(X)
"You there, Mute!" Larry yelled. "Can you swim?"
Melody said nothing, but she thought, 'Duh.'
"Well the animals got out and went down to the river and my best horse is among them. I need you to go get them." Larry told her formally.
Melody got up and walked over to the river, and jumped in. She swam out using powerful strokes of her arms and made it over to the first horse. She climbed onto the strong animal's back and led it with her weight over to, no the bank, as everyone thought she would, but to the rest of the herd. She wrangled the herd back to shore in record time.
"Thank you." Larry said in one of his rare moments that he used praise. "Good job."
Melody said nothing.
(X)
"Why doesn't that new slave - Mute - talk?" Linda said, looking out the window at Melody who was beating the rugs. "She should. It's not right."
"Maybe she really is a Mute." Larry said.
"Perhaps." Linda quipped.
(X)
Melody knew she had no reason not to talk. She thought the reason may be that she didn't want to answer to these people that now owned her, by the law. She hated the laws and people who enforced them. She had no rights, and that was wrong.
Escape. That was the looming thought that Melody had. She had to escape. How, where, when, she didn't know. Why on the other had was very simple. Freedom.
Escape.
Freedom.
Escape.
Escape for freedom.
(X) A little information about the past.
The X-Men are now only a legend. Second generation X-Men had died before The War. Third and forth generations were fighter in The War.
The War.
Two little words that decided the outcome of the world.
Mutants almost won.
Almost.
The would have won, but they were outnumbered. They got cocky. They thought with their powers they would win easily. They didn't.
Life had gone downhill for everyone. Technology stopped in its tracks. All energy went into slavery. An evil institution.
Rebellions had been common for bout twenty years. No more.
Things have been dormant for a long time now.
Long.
Too long.
Most think it will never change.
Most.
(X)
Well, I think this is all very corny.
Love,
The Wolf Child.
@---,--'--,--'----------
\\//~Please?
