All I have to say, is to please read the author's note at the end.

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Prologue

Through out history the human race has discriminated, persecuted and shattered peoples' lives. It seems, they thrive in it. No one can ever truly understand why, though of course, psychologists, doctors and just normal people like myself like to try and theorize possible explanations, because everything in this would just has to have a theory; must be understood. That gives us a sense of order, peace and control. And that's just one speculation on the subject of discrimination. It gives us a sense of control, control over the things we hate, control over the things we don't understand, control over the things we fear. Gives us a false, yet satisfying sense of superiority.

Everyone likes to feel superior at some point or another. Sure, that's fine, that's just human nature. But we can't let it control us, let our every action feed off of it, fuel our mind's thoughts with the very desire, because one day, you'll change history.

Change history? But that's a good thing you say. You've left your mark on the world, people will never forget you, you. . have done something unbelievable.

Oh yes, it's always a good thing when people are killed, children are left orphaned, families torn apart, and enormous rifts are caused between the trust and security every.single.person on the planet, something that may take hundreds and hundreds of years to rebuild.

Please, I need assurance on how that's a good thing.

From Vlad Tepes the real Dracula, to Hitler, to Saddam Hussein, and now to one man, one man who managed to completely etch his name into every single memory on the planet. Mutants loathed him, the very mention sent chills down their spines and painful memories surfaced into their minds, the 'normal' people worshipped his every word and action. He was their savior, he had opened their eyes to the disease of mutancy…

He made the biggest mistake in recorded history, and all over one.little.innocent.girl.

Chapter 1


Washington, D.C.

Year 2009

A hush drew over the large crowd as a man walked up to the podium. There was nothing special about the man, short, balding, and with a slight pot belly, however, his very aura commanded a sense of respect. He reached the top of the stairs and walked slowly over to the microphone, the sound of his hard soled shoes on the stage floor making evident the slight limp that he normally managed to conceal.

He reached the microphone and paused dramatically for the press, staring at the sea of heads that belonged to important political leaders that had traveled from all corners of the world to make up the largest gathering of world leaders in written history.

"Citizens of the world," President Kelly finally spoke calmly into the microphone, "As we all know, mutants are radically growing in population. Although many can be and are useful in police forces and the F.B.I. the majority pose as a great threat to our nation, and, in fact, the rest of the world. That is why I have decided to pass this proposed mutant registration law. And this is why I stand before you today, to encourage you, as leaders and protectors of your own respected nations, to do the same."


Times Square, New York, New York

2010 A.D.

A well muscled man, who was clearly used to wearing military garments rather then a business suit, complete with tie, stepped towards a microphone handed to him by the president. " I am a representative of the Friends of Humanity." His loud voice echoed around the square, giving him an air of command that he didn't deserve.

Just what is Friends of Humanity you ask?" He left a dramatic pause then continued. "The Friends of Humanity, also known as the F.o.H is an organization that is designed to protect you and your friends and family against the ever-growing threat of the mutant race. However, we cannot do this alone! We need more people to help us in this battle and we encourage you to help the F.o.H. in any way you can. Whether it be reporting known mutants, refuse to tend to them in your homes and businesses, or even join F.o.H and help us contain these mutants, so we can cure their disease and let them once again live normal lives. Remember F.o.H.!" He ended suddenly, and stepped back down from the microphone.

The crowd loved it.

"F.o.H!" They cheered aloud, nearly audible all over the city. "F.o.H! F.o.H.! F.o.H.!"


Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, New York

2011-

"Kurt, you got fur in the scrambled eggs, AGAIN!" Anyone who wasn't already awake at that point was rudely awoken as Kitty's shrieks reverberated around the institute. (Some were awoken more rudely then others, as Bobby only too well found out as Berserker went shooting through his bedroom wall.)

"Vell it's summer time…I'm shedding." Kurt looked at her sheepishly. "If you don't vant fur in your food you'll let me off of breakfast duty.

"I do believe it'll be a unanimous vote Kurt," the professor replied, staring at his plate with mild amusement.

"Yeah…I think I'll just stick with the toast this morning." Scott agreed with a smile. "Seeing as I made it myself. Jean, could you pass it to me please?"

Logan scowled and got up. "I ain't living on only toast for breakfast," he growled, "I'm gonna go make me some bacon, pancakes an' sausage."

"No kidding." Kitty agreed, getting up. She phased through the table and followed him through the door into the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way Scott," the professor spoke up suddenly, "I've just received word from Colossus who, if you'll remember, went to Moscow yesterday morning."

"Oh?" Scott looked up.

"He's requesting back-up, however, it's not as urgent as we once thought."

"Back-up? What's happened?"

"It appears Mystique has once again re-emerged and gotten herself involved." The professor frowned. "That's unlike her…Did you know that President Kelly has nearly convinced the Russian government to pass the Mutant Act? I didn't think she'd cause such trouble in such a crucial moment as this." The professor sighed. "Anyway, I won't say to much over breakfast, but neathertheless, I'd like you and one of the new recruits you've been training to head out there some time tomorrow morning."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Scott asked with interest.

"It's entirely up to you, since you're training them you have the greatest understanding of their capabilities. However, I was thinking David would be the ideal person for this, and it is within his abilities." The professor suggested, and Scott nodded.

"Speaking of the new recruits, someone should get them up before they're late for school, again." Ororo sighed and glanced at Jean.

Jean held up her hands in defense. "Hey, don't look at me. I did that yesterday and they all agreed that they'd rather get a detention for being late then be woken up that way."

"Turn on the T.V. will ya Scooter?" Logan interrupted as he poked his head out of the kitchen. "See what a loada crap they've managed to slap together now and call news."

"Channel four." He added quickly before retreating back to investigate the loud bang that had just erupted with in the kitchen.

The professor glanced in the direction of the kitchen with mild alarm.

Scott picked the T.V. remote up off the floor where one of the kids had most likely abandoned it to be stepped on, and flicked on the T.V. The room fell silent as the news-anchor's voice filled the room.

"We have just had word that a small renegade band of mutants have been found and cornered in an old abandoned movie theatre in a small town located on the coast of California. The group were reported missing from the town's daily roll call, and authorities were quickly notified. A statement released by the local police force confirms that there are at least five mutants involved, as well as two people who have now been exposed to the disease. The F.o.H. have been alerted to the situation and are on their way."

The woman straightened her papers and continued, "The five mutants will be held in police custody until they are able to receive treatment from the F.o.H. Charges will be laid, however, for resisting police. The two people will be quarantined and receive counseling, then be released. Their names can not be released due to being under-aged."

"And now, in related new, results of a poll that was conducted last month over the Internet shows-"

Scott flipped the T.V off again and tossed the remote onto the counter. The room was silent as everybody tried to comprehend this new turn of events.

"How can these people be so blinded?" He growled suddenly, slamming a fist on the table. "How can they follow the media so willingly? I thought we were a nation of tolerance, and yet, they still so eagerly discriminate against innocent people! Against children for Christ sake!"

"Scott, calm down." The professor tried to soothe him, and Jean laid a hand on his arm, but Scott wouldn't have it.

"If it weren't for you professor… no, if it weren't for your money that the government thrive on, we wouldn't be safe here. Even now we can't let our kids here go to public schools, or even let them just be kids. And you know what the worst thing is? I'll tell you, this little freedom we have won't last forever; it's only a matter of time before they come for us, just like they get everybody else." He took a deep breath, and buried his head in his hands, trying to regain control of himself.

There came an even louder explosion from the kitchen, and Logan walked out, covered head to toe in flour.

"Some one tell that kid to make sure the lid is ON the damn blender before she turns it on." He snarled and headed up the stairs to go claim one of the bathrooms before everybody else woke up.

The dining room filled with cheerful laughter, however there was one person who wasn't laughing.

Charles Xavier gazed around the room at his team sadly. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, Scott had been right.

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Kurt woke up suddenly that night due to a particularly nasty dry mouth and sore throat. He reached for the water glassed on his bed side table. It was empty.

"Damn!" He moaned, and struggled to get up enough energy to teleport down to the kitchen.

Appearing suddenly in the kitchen, he startled Bobby who had been raiding the refrigerator for some ice-cream.

"Ah! Ow!" Bobby cried as he stumbled backwards into the corner of the counter.

"Sorry Bobby." Kurt apologized and reached past him for the water pitcher.

"No problem man." Bobby rubbed his side, and continued his hunt through the freezer, finally emerging with a tub of vanilla ice-cream. "Want some?"

"Sure." Kurt replied and went to go grab himself a bowl out of the cupboard.

"Heads up!" Logan came racing into the kitchen, his sock feet slipping on the linoleum floor.

"We've got trouble," he announced as he managed to stand upright, "it's tonight. The F.o.H, they're raiding now!"

"Listen," he commanded to Kurt, "go upstairs and help Storm get everybody out. You, come with me." He pointed to Bobby. "We'll have to try and hold them off, there doesn't appear to be that many…" Loud crashes sounded in the next room.

"Go, elf!" Logan roared.

Kurt teleported without a moments hesitation, the bowl crashing to the floor and shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces.

CRASH!

Kitty awoke with a start and shrieked as she found herself unable to move. Phasing through the tangled bed sheets, she poked her head through the wall into Kurt's room, next door.

"Like, what's going on? Did you know there was an emergency drill planned for toni-" She paled and trailed off when she saw Kurt's panicked face and wild hair, leaping towards her. Phasing the rest of her body into the room, she stopped Kurt just in time to prevent him from running head first through the wall.

"Kitty!" Kurt yelled, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Kurt, like, what's going on?" Kitty asked urgently, squeezing him back affectionately.

"It's the F.o.H. They're doing a raid on the institute…all I did vas teleport downstairs for a drink of vater and they vere down there. . .Kitty, they're trashing the place! I think Ororo and Logan are trying to evacuate the building. Come on, ve've got to get everybody out, NOW!" Kurt's yells were bordering on panicking, and they both jumped with a start as the door to the room burst open, crashing loudly off the wall.


"F.o.H! This is a raid," One of the soldiers yelled aloud.

"Like, no duh!" Kitty muttered sarcastically, however her brave comments were betrayed by the fear reflected in her eyes. She and Kurt both backed away slowly.

"Get down on the floor, put your hands where I can see them and you won't get hurt." His comrade ordered, leveling an automatic machine gun in their direction.

" Kurt, like, get us out of here." Kitty shrieked loudly, reaching for Kurt who had backed right up to the window.

"Take my hand," Kurt ordered, reaching for her outstretched hand.

"Oh, no you don't you blue furred freak!" The F.o.H. guy steps forward and latching on to Kitty's arm, jerking her back out of Kurt's reach.

" Kitty!" Kurt yelled, not daring to move forward due to the gun that was still aimed in his direction.

"Kurt! You moron, like, get your little blue tail outta here!" Kitty screamed at him. Taking a deep breath she phased out of the man's grasp and down through the floor.

Kurt hesitated for the barest of moments, then with a pop and a puff of smoke, he left, leaving two bewildered soldiers in an empty room.

The last thing Kurt heard as he teleported out was a blood-curdling shriek coming from the room below.

Outside in the woods circling the entire grounds of the institute save for the driveway, the rest school was slowly starting to gather in little groups, awaiting for the all clear signal, or for someone to come and tell them just what was going on. Tempers were high at having been rudely awoken so early; many did not believe that the F.o.H would actually attack; and everybody was on the edge, eyes darting around nervously at every moving leaf, and more then once a barge of powers was let lose as some poor bird took flight.

Needless to say, as Kurt 'ported in to the middle of a clearing where the most of the inhabitants of the school had gathered, he was bewildered to find himself cornered by several animals, fiery beings and pointed fingers, as everyone reflexively reacted to his sudden appearance.

" Kurt!" Ororo breathed a sigh of relief, the first one to really see who he was, "Thank goodn…"

" Kitty! Kitty!" Kurt panicked, gasping for breath, "They've got Kitty! I've got to go get Kitty!"

"Calm down Kurt." Logan managed to order firmly, yet his eyes betrayed him as he spared the barest of glances towards the school. "We'll rescue the half-pint."



Location Unknown

Year 2012

"Men, the time has finally come." A figure shrouded in shadows announced to the crowded room of F.o.H. officials, " The day of reckoning is upon us, after a year of preparation over last years failure we are finally ready…this is Armageddon, Judgment Day, The…"

"Can you just get to the point!" One F.o.H. official snapped loudly, inpatient to get moving. All the shadowed figure had to do was snap his fingers and two men acting as security guards hauled the protesting man out the room. A few moments later a single gun shot was heard, and a tortured scream reverberated through the walls of the boardroom. The figure spoke up again, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he paused, only the lower portion of his face clearly visible, and the entire room could see a smile break out on his face," Armageddon, Judgment Day…The day we finally take out the X-men."

Alley, New York, New York.

Year 2013

"Here Keetty, Keetty, Keetty." Kurt muttered to himself, wandering around aimlessly in one of the numerous and long forgotten alleys in downtown New York City. "Gotta save Keetty, hafta find Keetty."

"Hey mister," a concerned voice echoed throughout the stillness, "You okay?"

" Have you seen Keetty?" Kurt asks, his ears perking up. "Gotta find Keetty. Gotta save Keetty."

"Okay…" the girl says, backing up slowly as she got a clear look at Kurt, "My god.., what happened to ya?" She whispered in horror at the sight of Kurt's matted fur, scraggly clothes, wild eyes and unkept mane of hair.

"You must help me find Keetty." Kurt begged advancing towards her slowly, hands out stretched.

"Hey, back off mister!" The girl yelled loudly, holding out her hands in a defensive position. With in a second after that action, Kurt found himself telekinetically thrown against a wall and the girl running past him, soon disappearing in the darkness.

Kurt slides down the wall and stares after where the girl had last been. "That's the kinda person who can help me find Keetty."

Then a sudden realization slapped him in the face.

" Keetty got hit by a car.1"

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Author's Note: There you go, the first chapter of the greatly revised, Future Not Yet Determined. Bear with me here, up until this morning I had absolutely no intentions of finishing this fan fic. That was, of course, until I decided to go check out my old ff.net account and discovered two reviews submitted this March by Talentless and Aceswild (god bless their souls!!) who pretty much gave me a good kick in the rear, and I realized people still wanted to read this. However, it's going to take me a while to get familiar with the characters and the plot again.

I decided to rewrite the whole thing, due to the very nature that it sucked. If you check my bio you'll find that I haven't been sitting on my rear end twiddling my thumbs the whole time, I've still been writing, and I have had a lot more practice, so there is a definite new style to my story. I hope you'll continue to read, and I thank and worship all those in advance who decide to review and stick with me. Also, now it'll just be me (a.k.a. Shahara) and not Manticore writing.

I'm pretty determined to get this piece of fiction up, running, and eventually finished, so if you feel I'm slacking, give me a good hard kick in the a$$, please!!

If you want to know when I update, please let me know by e-mail or review.

-Dalamar

1- "Keetty, got hit by a car." Many didn't know what this statement meant last time I posted this…what usually happens to cats when they get hit by a car?