At Bayville High...
Amanda was opening her locker, idly pondering her newfound fate as a pair of hands descended over her vision, covering her eyes.
"Guess who?" came a voice.
"Since I happen to know only one boy who's german and who's hands are furry, even when covered by a hologram," stated Amanda with a smirk, not yet turning around. "You must be... my boyfriend!" she cried triumphantly, as she turned around and hugged Kurt, who hugged her back, the two taking comfort in one another's presence. So long they received a number of jealous stares and various comments under the breaths of those passerby. 'Get a room' seemed a popular suggestion. Kurt and Amanda ignored them, having eyes only for one another.
"So everything's back to normal?" asked Amanda. Kurt replied by coiling his holographically invisible tail around her waist and giving a playful squeeze.
"Ja, everythings... as it was," he said quietly.
"You're not sad are you?" asked Amanda gently, well aware of Kurt's painfully low self-esteem.
"Nein, liebchen... I just wish everyone could see me the way you do, and my family does," he replied with a smile, taking her arm as the two walked along to math class.
"Someday they will," she promised. "'til then, you always have me."
"Oh ja, how did your parents take the info that you're a latent mutant?" he asked curiously.
"They don't know Kurt... I'm not sure they're ready. Please, its hard enough on them I still want to see you, this might not be the best time."
"Ja... okay, Amanda... if you need me let me know, I'm always there for you," he replied, giving her hand a squeezing, interlacing their fingers (hers in something close to a Vulcan salute to equal his two digits). She smiled, and kissed him on the cheek, making them both blush.
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Elsewhere at Bayville High...
Kitty Pryde wandered down towards her class, smiling to herself, her ponytail bouncing as she skipped along happily. Jean had promised to take her out for a driving lesson later, she was acting so nice! Then again, everyone seemed pretty happy today, sans Kurt.
And Rogue, she mentally added, catching sight of the goth girl. Thinks must've hit her hard if she couldn't touch anymore. Kitty was about to call out Rogue's name when she caught sight of her face.
She was smiling.
Rogue so rarely smiled it was like a special occasion at the Institute, and she did it even more after Scott and Jean had become a couple. It had practically ceased to happen after discovering Mystique was her mother. Yet there she was, smiling, almost giddy, and Kitty had to blink and do a double-take to make sure she'd spotted the right girl.
"Hey Rogue," said Kitty, coming up alongside her, unsure of what to say.
"Kitty, what's up?" asked Rogue, smiling.
"Nothing, just thought I'd, uh... check on you... see how you were feeling..."
"Ah feel wonderful," replied Rogue, walking alongside Kitty with her head held high, as if nothing could bring her down. She was walking on air. Kitty smiled, and decided to forgo the rest of her questions, since Rogue seemed fine. She just hoped it would last. The two girls separated, going their respective ways to their classes.
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Elsewhere at Bayville High...
Scott and Jean finally separated to go their respective ways to their classes, and Jean smiled to herself, feeling the warm, loving thoughts of her boyfriend even as she sat down for her American Literature class, their link back and stronger than ever, and it was almost like she could feel him next to her. It felt comforting, and a welcome relief from being alone in her own head. Scott probably would feel the same way, though he'd never know how much of a relief it was being able to hear little snippets of peoples thoughts again, having her powers restored. And more importantly, she felt safe, if ever need came for her to defend herself, she could do it now.
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Elsewhere at Bayville High...
In computer class Arcade, as he was known amongst his peers, was back at working programming his latest project for C++. He was on cloud nine, his own private heaven, and he could safely say he'd had the best weekend of his entire life. Nevermind he'd saved the world from an insane super-computer, nevermind he'd been able to fight alongside mutants and superheroes.
He'd gotten his first kiss!
The pretty Chinese girl who'd left the Institute, on the flight home, had been so thankful he'd come along to rescue him had been ever so grateful she'd kissed him on the cheek before she departed the plane in San Francisco to rejoin her family, giving a wave and leaving Weber in a near comatose state all the way home. He had no idea it would feel so wonderful. Of course, he was a boy, and a young one, but his life had always been in the virtual world of games and computer programming. Heck, even Risty couldn't gain his attention, and she'd been well regarded at Bayville as a flirt and a tease.
In the game he was playing in the sidebar (out of his teachers notice, of course) he'd once again whipped the bad guys down.
"Your kung fu is not strong," he remarked with a smirk.
Life was good.
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In the Principles Office at Bayville High...
Kelly sat at his desk, pondering the latest information he'd received from Professor Xavier regarding the attendance of his students.
Loss of their powers because of human conspirators. Garbage, in his humble opinion. It was just another mutant trick to catch normal people off guard before they were all destroyed. Kelly pondered, running over his records.
Since the first soccer game at Bayville, Kelly had kept tabs on all members of the Xavier Institute and the Brotherhood, recording any and all strange instances that occurred around them. Since learning they were mutants, he'd even gone into as much detail as he could about all their powers, though certain members, like Kurt Wagner and Pietro Maximoff, were proving difficult to pinpoint.
Then there was that blue demon that lurked around the school, and Hank McCoy. Kelly knew damn well that psychotic ape was hanging out at the Institute too, instead of locked up in a cage where he belonged. And more mutants surfacing, it was becoming difficult to keep an eye on all of them, let alone keep regular students safe.
What they needed, was a way to keep track of the mutants. Register them, somehow.
Kelly sighed and turned back to his real work, that of preparing the school for the last week of school. Thus, for the past few days he'd been carpooling with Dorothy to avoid any desecration to his car, and had set up some additional security guards for any and all students, especially the mutants, who might try public property destruction before the final day.
That done, he returned to writing his graduation speech.
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At the Brotherhood of Bayville boarding house...
The expelled mutants began their morning ritual of rising, which involved a messy fight over any and all breakfast material not immediately claimed by the Blob. Even then, some his cereal seemed to find its way into Toad's mouth. Lance sat in the kitchen while the others migrated into the living room to watch their Monday morning cartoons, including their all-time favorite the Powderpuff Gurlz. Which Todd and Fred had been talking about, very noisly, and arguing over whether or not it was indeed a rip-off on the Powerpuff Girls. Lance personally didn't care, he did was he was told, nothing more. Now that Pietro was back in charge, his life was going to be hell again, so he resigned himself to it and simply ate his cheerios, and did his best not to try and think about pink sweaters and brown ponytails.
For the most part, Wanda sat alongside Toad, much to his delight (provided his hands didn't stray) and watched the cartoon, thinking back to those she'd watched in her childhood. Yet it was always this fuzzy blur, nothing clear, like a happy dream. Still, she could enjoy the here and now, at least.
Pietro, to one side, watched her with no little worry, as his sister started to sink into a blissful fantasy world in her own mind. She wouldn't listen to him, he realized. She wouldn't listen to Toad, this time either, and he'd been there. Plus, Pietro had dug his own grave by convincing the slimy mutant it was better Wanda stayed at the Brotherhood house, and now he likely wouldn't tell her anyway. Pietro sighed, and wondered how his life had become so miserable.
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At the Acolytes warehouse just north of Bayville...
Colossus sat to one side, doodling while the others milled about, waiting for Magneto to return with instructions. Doubtlessly, his would be simple. Pick up anything heavy and move it to where I tell you. It was typical of Colossus's orders, but right now it left him free to continue his hobby, putting pencil to paper and making images spring forth.
Yet it was –her- face again. And worse, this time he'd added another face beside it. His own, the two locked in a kiss. He sighed, and was about to tear up the traitorous parchment (For how else would his boss see it?) when he stopped, gently tore it off and placed it inside his armor for safekeeping. He could always dream, he supposed.
Remy too, was dreaming. Day-dreaming, to be precious. About auburn and white, about hard green eyes, and about their one, brief kiss. Best he'd ever had, and he'd had quite a few in his day. Ironic, he thought to himself, that the one girl he'd fall in love with hadn't fallen for him first. And he'd never be able to get too close to her, or give her everything she wanted. Ah, mischievous cupid, well struck, mon ami.
Mastermind lay sleeping in the makeshift medical bay, since his wounds had not yet healed. If anything, they'd grown worse during the battle with the sentinels, though he'd thankfully managed to escape the fortress long before the fight got underway, no one had noticed.
Magneto returned then, and set the Acolytes to work, including Sabertooth who had just returned, saying only he'd been "busy" when the fortress exploded. Not truly caring about the savage mutants fate, Magneto set him to guarding the warehouse, in case some one was actually foolish enough to try and attack them, and sent the cackling idiot Pyro to join him once the red-head had suited up again with his flame-throwers.
Magneto now had a new weapon, as he strolled into the back and opened a tiny vault with his magnetism, drawing out the fangs of a certain individual crafted out of solid adamantium, unbreakable. It had hurt like hell, but Sabertooth was glad to be rid of them, they had reminded him too much of being someone else's weapon, so he'd forcibly torn them from his mouth, given them to Magneto.
Magneto now could put them to better use.
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Somewhere on the road...
Logan drove along on his red motorcycle, helmet down. Though his adamantium skull could've protected him from any serious injury, and even that would heal in a matter of seconds, he always wore a helmet to avoid unnecessary pain.
Right now he just needed some downtime, so after the kids had left the Institute he'd given Charles his typical 'going for a ride' explanation, grabbed his bike and zoomed out as soon as the gates opened, heading in no particular direction and with no particular destination in mind. It was liberating, somehow, not to have anywhere to go, to just wander around at breakneck speeds on his motorcycle.
It made him forget, for a brief time, that he was a mutant, that he had adamantium laced along his entire skeleton, and that he had no idea who'd done it to him or why.
It was relaxing.
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In New York City...
Warren Worthington the III opened the door to his balcony, stretching out his arms and his wings, as he then folded the white plumed appendages around his shoulders like a cape to keep him warm in the chilly morning air. Sipping his coffee, reading the morning news, he smiled to himself, glad that finally everything was as it should be.
Except his stock, it seemed, judging from the latest. Ah well, he'd have to work on that.
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In Florida...
Mr. and Mrs. Masters watched from their spot on the beach, as their adopted son Alex rode out for another chance to surf back to the shore. He'd returned the other day with a story that, had they not seen the other mutants on board the blackbird, they might not have believed. As it was, they were grateful he'd returned, alive and intact. He'd all but forgotten about it, content to return to his lifestyle of surfing, after he'd bid farewell to his brother, Scott.
It would be a shame, once Alex decided to go back to the Institute with his brother Scott. But they knew it was inevitable, ever since he'd had his last name legally changed back to Summers. He was drifting apart from them, though they were proud of what he'd done. They were going to miss him when the time came.
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Elsewhere in New York City...
Two soldiers, not yet captured by SHIELD, continued to stalk their prey, wandering down the alleyway, the way he'd run. Yet there was no sign of him...
The attack was so sudden and brutal neither registered it, their quarry moving with inhuman speed, strength, and precision, as he disarmed them and beat the living tar out of them, rendering both unconscious. They awoke hours later, to find themselves hanging from a makeshift web several feet above the alley floor.
Peter Parker, already back at Empire State U, back in the apartment he shared with Harry, sighed and ran his hands through his hair, lamenting his fate, as if it was forcing him back to the role he'd tried to throw into the river. The role of Spider-Man, of the hero. But a hero who is hated, a hero who destroys and damages those around him. It was not a life he wanted to accept.
But did he really have any choice in the matter left anymore?
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In an isolated part of the Rocky Mountains...
Agatha Harkness sat alone in her room, a simple one-story hut that served its purposes, being that she only slept her, and occasionally worked her magic. She generally did that outside, however, for most of her spells tended to create a foul stench.
One of the last witches of Salem sat pondering Destiny's latest vision. Though powerful, the witch could not see the future, nor alter it as she pleased. Magic simply did not work that way. That is why Agatha worked primarily alongside others, like her friend Raven, or her apprentice Wanda. They were the real players in the world, she was merely an observer. Here, isolated, none would bother her unless she wished them to.
Agatha stretched out her very, very old bones, and lay back on her bed, falling asleep, murmuring in her dreams as she finally relaxed after a long weekend that had taxed her body to its limit.
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In Kenya, Africa...
Nirambo smiled to himself, lifting his head as the heavens filled with gathering storm clouds, and rain lightly drizzled down upon the ground, bringing much needed water to a land that had for the past few days been parched and dry and inhospitable.
He smiled, giving thanks to the true Goddess who blessed his tribe, and made his way inside to gather his tools, for he was as much farmer as he was shaman, and the landed needed his guidance to grow food for the people. Others joined him, singing praise to the wandering Goddess who doubtlessly blessed them again.
Nirambo knew in his heart Ororo was not the cause of the rain, nor the drought, but still he'd been very unnerved the past week, fearing for her safety for unknown reason. Instincts. Instincts he trusted as a spiritual man. They'd guided him before, when the Hungan had attacked his good friend Ororo, and had helped ultimately to save her. Thus, it warmed his heart to know, deep down, everything was once more as it should be.
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At Castle McFadden...
Lucas strolled amongst his peers, laughing and talking, flirting with the lasses who seemed eager to cling to his arm as he made his way into the castle. Lucas grinned to himself, stretching out a hand and shifting the door open, making his way inside alone. He didn't have much time, had to return to the mansion before David's mother got suspicious... or worse, David woke up.
It was extremely vexing to have to put up with that insufferable snot-nosed kid. But still, soon Ian and he'd be able to take care of all of this. They just needed a little more time to put everything into place.
Lucas launched up into the air, darting down and away from the castle, flying low so the other party-goers wouldn't notice he'd left, he didn't want to arouse suspicion just yet. Then he floated down to the mansion that was Gabrielle' Haller's home and opened the bedroom window, slipping inside and closing it.
"Wakey-wakey, David," he said.
David awoke, his heart pounding, and looked around. No one was there. Just his imagination. He must've just been sleep-walking, he thought, as he lay back down on his bed, and tried to sleep. But ultimately he couldn't, and thus he got up and headed downstairs for a midnight snack. Maybe that would ease his troubled mind.
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Elsewhere in Bayville...
Forge continued to work on his latest invention down in his laboratory, in the basement of his parents house. Admittedly, it wasn't a situation that he was proud of, but he wasn't exactly able to go back to Bayville High and ask if he could be reinstated as a student, after being gone for excess of three decades. So he remained here, helping out around the house with his inventions. He'd also gotten a part-time job down the street as a mechanic, though he found he enjoyed inventing infinitely more than repairing.
There, finished.
Forge slapped the newly created bracelet onto his right wrist and held out his left hand, concentrating hard. To his joy, he'd been correct, his mechanical arm could not form. He'd create a mutant suppression bracelet. The design needed a little fine tuning, he thought as he slid it off, to make it more durable, but on the whole, it worked. So far it only was able to suppress energy powers, not physical mutations, but it'd still make a nice gift for Rogue, once Forge managed to work out the kinks.
Humming merrily a tune that was rarely played on the radio except as part of the 70's at 7, Forge returned to work.
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Elsewhere in Bayville...
Dorian was sitting in front of the tv, watching the news on reports about mutant disappearances the past weekend. His head hurt, especially after he'd woken up. And he'd had really strange nightmares, about these strange men who kidnapped him and transformed him into something green and ugly, transformed him into a mutant, and made him hurt others. Mom said he'd been sick all weekend, sleeping in bed, that was all.
He believed her, of course.
His head ached again, and he pressed his temples to it in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
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In Caldecott, Mississippi...
Irene sat at her porch, listening to the sounds of nature, pondering her latest vision. Always, when she looked consciously to the future, she could see only darkness. And worse, it was growing. The world was rapidly becoming a hostile place.
Suddenly a footstep, to soft to be heard by most sighted people, caught her attention. She did not turn her head, but she listened intently now. Three boys, very young, by her hedges. Whispering about her.
"Think she's a mutant?" whispered the first.
"Nawh, lookit her, she's normal..." whispered the second.
"Mutants are freaks, all of 'em, they're big and blue and ugly monsters," whispered the third.
"But she can see stuff, and she says she's blind... maybe its her mutant power..." countered the first, bringing a smirk to Irene's lips. Her mutant power gave her no sight, she was no more endowed than any other woman with her handicap who was willing to learn new ways of seeing.
"She's a freak, I tell ya... watch this!" said the second, tossing something. Irene raised her cane, batting the thrown ball of paper aside, then turned to regard them from behind her black sunglasses.
"Get off my property," she said quietly, almost sweetly, though she might have been her friend Raven in her reptilian form, for all the effect it had. They took off like a shot, leaving her alone again. But they would draw their own conclusions now. The blind woman was a mutant, and a freak, and should be destroyed. Irene sighed, for once grateful her visions gave no indication of her own fate. She did not want to know.
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In a hidden facility, somewhere in Europe...
Omega Red opened his eyes, as he stepped out of the re-heating chamber, stretching out limbs he hadn't used in ages, pleased to see he was still in tip-top shape as when he'd been cooled. Madame Hydra and Gauntlet waited for him in the Hydra facility.
"Ah, excellent... Omega Red, velcome back to the living," she said, a smirk gracing her poisonous green lips.
"It feels good to be back in action," he replied, his Russian accent thick.
"Excellent," she replied, beckoning Gauntlet to activate the computer console. Her green-skinned companion did so, bringing up the profiles of Wolverine and X23.
"Let us make a deal, Omega Red," cooed Viper, in a voice that often meant the doom of many an enemy. "X23 for your arch-enemy... Weapon X"
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Deep in the Himalayas...
Apocalypse shifted in his eternal slumber, his mind free to roam once more, though his body remained withered and useless to him until his servant broke down the doors and restored his power.
What progress, Mesmero? He asked telepathically.
Much, oh great Apocalypse. I have found the third key, and she is more than willing to assist you, provided you grant safety to her and her offspring.
It will be considered, rumbled Apocalypse, though in truth he did not care.
And I have found -her- my dread lord. The girl who will restore your power. It will be a simple matter to control her, with the shapeshifters aid.
Do it. Bring them to me, I am impatient to be free.
Then I would beg but only a week more, Apocalypse. That is all the time I shall required, replied Mesmero.
Then... then I can finally begin, stated Apocalypse, severing the telepathic link and returning to his dreams and pesudo-thoughts of world domination and destruction. With the Eye of Ages and his power restored, it would be a simple matter to reach the pyramids. And then everything would fall into place.
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In San Francisco...
Jubilee wandered the malls, glad no one recognized her as a mutant now that she no longer attended the Xavier institute. It made it a lot easier for her to shop. Still, she did miss her friends. Meeting them again had been fun and all (discounting nearly getting killed by those stupid sentinels) but it wasn't the same. Her parents had been relieved when she'd finally come home though.
Passing by a nearby window, she spotted a pair of pink sunglasses, and immediately headed in, deciding to buy them. Maybe she'd find something else at the mall she could send back to the Institute, as a way of saying thank you.
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In Canada...
In the darkness and gloom of his fortress, Colonel Wraith steepled his fingers, sitting at his desk, watching the computer screen flash names and profiles in front of him.
Wolverine.
Sabertooth.
Maverick.
And many others. His mutant-killers, all of them escaped, all of them lost to him... for now. Just as Sabertooth and that infernal imbecile Trask had been unable to kill him, nor would death stop him until his dream had been realized. Though, he thought as he winced, a particularly long scar now gracing his side, it would take longer than he anticipated.
Weird, sick laughter echoed through his facility, though only the spider-robots were there to listen.
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In London...
Sinister grinned, eagerly, happily, as his work continued uninterrupted. His pale skin shone in the torchlight, as it shined on the forms of his prisoners and his subjects, those he would glorify by making supreme beings. His red eyes glinted evilly as he stood, making his way over to his subjects, and regarded them as a zoologist might regard some of his test monkeys. For that was all they were. Subjects for him to use, exploit, and create into the ultimate super-mutants. The next stage of evolution.
His work continued.
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On Muir Island...
Rahne leapt forward, nearly knocking over the much older, red-headed woman that was her guardian, as the two hugged whole-heartedly, glad to be reunited. Rahne quickly shifted to her wolf form and bounded off to find the others, leaving Moira to simply sigh and shake her head, though she was smiling.
It was good to have the little lycanthrope back.
Moira sighed, running her hand through her hair as Rahne bounded on ahead as happy as the dog some mistook her for (a mistake not soon to be repeated). Moira smiled, decided today would be an excellent day to take a break from her research and just spend some time with the child in her care.
And maybe later, with Kevin. If he was feeling well.
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Elsewhere in London...
Betsy smiled amiably as she returned to school, tossing the keys of her car for the weekend to the same astonished jock who she'd liberated it from. Before he could utter a word of protest her fist glowed violet as she slammed her psi-blade into his neck, and he remembered nothing of her stealing his car. He'd "lent" it to her. Giggling to herself, Betsy brushed back her violet bangs and wandered down the halls to find her friends. She had quite a story to tell them about where she'd been the past weekend.
Betsy smiled to herself, but inwardly she was cold with dread. She did not yet know what had happened to her, nor would she ever suspect the truth. She only hoped that whoever had decided to take her down, simply for being a mutant, would get the clue she'd left by Stone Henge (six armed soldiers lying unconscious with her boot mark on their stomachs) and leave her alone. She didn't want to cause more trouble.
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In the Morlock Tunnels...
Spyke sat alone, staring off into the darkness. It was too expensive to find batteries, most lights the Morlocks used were candles and lanterns, and those that were still up were with at the Alley with the Morlocks who needed them to see. He didn't. Though he had no super-senses, he could still hear Callisto walking up quietly behind him, laying a hand on one of his spiked shoulders.
"Evan, I worry about you..." she stated quietly.
"I'm fine Callisto," he replied, equally quiet, his hand rubbing the skeletal carapace covering his wound, feeling the double-heartbeat. His original heart was starting to heal itself. Evan supposed that his slightly faster than average healing and double-hearts had something to do with his spikes. Like maybe all that calcium he drank had to be rapidly sent throughout his body, but he was not a scientist. Hell, he barely took a physics class in his life, so he had no idea.
"Just do not strain yourself, Evan... we still have need of you..." she stated quietly. I have need of you, she thought, though she did not voice it aloud.
"I won't fail any of you," stated Spyke quietly, placing his hand over hers. Then he and Callisto both turned as Stall tugged Spyke's leg, smiling happily as she held up his skateboard, offering it to him. It was common knowledge Evan liked to skate when he was upset.
Spyke smiled, but he declined the skateboard, offering it back to the little girl, and tossed her his helmet and knee pads. He couldn't wear them anymore anyway. Stall beamed, gave a little cry of joy as she raced down the corridors and started immediately to practice on her newly acquired toy.
Spyke and Callisto watched with smiles on their faces, and both reflected on life in the sewers was not always that bad.
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And all around the world...
Various mutants gave thanks their powers had been restored, while not more than a few cursed the horrible disease that had returned after being lifted, as they all found ways to continue to live their lives in a world that feared and hated them.
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Authors Notes:
And that's a wrap! For the final record, allow me to clarify the mutant Leech in regards to my story and Evolution. Leech was the green, scaley, black-eyed mutant that nullified everyone's powers, but only because he was 'enhanced' by the device Trask and Wraith built. After it was destroyed, like Scott and Alex, he reverted back to normal. That is why he was pale-skinned when he was dragged out by Mystique, Arcade and Forge. He was returned to his mother with no memory of this story's events, so he can still fit nicely back into Uprising.
Hope you all enjoyed, I know I sure as heck did. Thanks to any and all who reviewed, I loved your input, it helped shape my story into what it is. Though I've quickly learned not to ever make a story on quite this grand of a scale again, and thus in future I think I'll focus on smaller, more distinct groups for my stories. And thank the writers of Evolution for bringing us such an awesome show. Special thanks that I simply must extend include:
Skolio: Thank you for writing the story 'KiBlind' which was ultimately responsible for encouraging me to write this.
Scribbler: Thanks firstly for leading me to Skolio's 'KiBlind' but also for being such a general encouragement and inspiration with your own XME stories. You really are talented. Oh yes, and for blowing up my review board with that self-destructing review. Cute.
Elisabeth Braddock-Grey: Thanks deeply for assisting me in beta-reading some of the more vital segments of my story, for giving me enough suckers, cheezits, coke and other such foodstuffs to outlive the X-Virus, and general support. Psylocke will show up in Evo, if everyone just believes!
Snitter in Rivendell: For the wonderful first review.
Todd Fan: For, well, being generally insane and lovable.
Glaivester: For knowing more about the comics and old animated series of X-Men than most, and being kind enough to keep me informed and updated.
Faith Darkholme: Being one of my oldest supporters, and also providing me with information about Bastion (may another fic, dearie).
Son of Logan and Ororo: Reminding me of the lethal nature of adamantium and putting up with his sister X23.
Ilyana Rasputin: For encouraging me to write just a little bit more about her big bro and the little kitten.
Andtauriel Longwood Baggins: For showing me that I really can write good romances. And also for their rather hilarious Pirates of the Caribbean in Five minutes. That cracked me up.
Chaos Cat: Much obliged for the very long review concerning my work, it was very helpful, and also since you seem to enjoy my work so very much, thank you.
Emerald Lightning Goddess: For giving me my first plushies, even though I still suffer from the delusion the XME characters are real.
Cryptic Identity: For pointing out my errors, and helping me to correct them.
Unknown Source: For actually bringing up any number of ideas that could allow me to make a sequel to Nullification, and providing generally good, thorough reviews.
P-Chan5: For overwhelming my review screen and showing just how much some people rely on fanfiction to survive (don't feel bad, I'm one of them)
Mayra: Thank you for actually thinking I have half a chance at being a writer.
Glaivester: For such insightful, meaningful and through reviews, that helped to shape this story into what it became.
Silver Spider: For understanding the real depth of X23, whom frankly scares the heck out of me.
SapphireMind: Thank you for proving that great minds really do think alike (even if we're both crazy) for coming up with the same idea (if under different circumstances). Hope you enjoy the rest of my story when you finish.
Linda Keena: For making your first review for my story, that's flattering. And if you liked my Kurmanda, you should read the next author's stories.
Internutter: For being such an incredible writer, and giving me inspiration to use for the Kurmanda in my story, and also giving a little inspiration to write in more about Jamie.
Cydne Clark, Sean Roche, Steve Granat, Greg Johnson, Boyd Kirkland, Christ Yost, Bob Forward, Marsha F. Griffin, William Forrest Cluverius and Craig Kyle: For coming up with such brilliant episode plots for X-Men Evolution. You guys are so much more brilliant than me, you keep up the good work.
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Scott, Jean, Rogue, Kitty and Kurt: For just being such wonderful characters to write about, as well as watch on my Saturday mornings.