Title: New Mutant
Part Three: Death
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, I would love to own X-men along with a few other shows but I don't.
Summary: You'll see.
A/N: This is one of those future scenes I mentioned. Please don't flame me for it. And another thing, since this hasn't come up before, thoughts are going to show up like this ^understand?^ Good. Read, review and go check out my other stories if you want.
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Amber and Max were standing underground, waiting for the subway cars to pull up so they could get on and away. The agent from that fatal first encounter had come back, with guns and back up.
" Who are you?" A guy had sidled up to Amber when they were first entering the subway. She broke his arm because he pinched her butt. There had been people watching as Amber moved faster than lightening.
" Amber just ignore them." Max clutched at his sister's hand, trying to control the feeling of impending doom.
" I know what you are. You're freaks." The guy whispered, sticking his mouth close to halfway between both their ears.
" I don't know what you're talking about." Max said, staring straight ahead, willing the train to hurry up. More people, women and men alike, had gathered, listening and silently supporting the original idiot.
" The way she broke his arm. Too fast for a normal person." He was facing the crowd, laughing, jeering, and gesturing. He spun to look Amber straight in the eyes. She could smell his rancid breath. " I know." He whispered.
" You don't know anything," Amber whispered back. Louder, " This lunatic's drunk he doesn't know what he's talking about." The crowd didn't like her tone. Even though it was only ten or fifteen people, it was enough for a mob.
" Amber." Max said in an undertone as the group advanced.
" What did you say, mutant?"
" I'm not a mutant. This man is drunk. Just smell his breath." Amber cringed at the thought and tried to fight the urge to run.
" I'll teach you a lesson girl." The man raised a crowbar from behind a pillar progressing on Amber. Max intervened just as the crowbar was crashing down.
" RUN!" He shouted, sending Amber into a blind panic, forcing her to run. He followed, not to far after once he got untangled from the drunken idiot. Amber got to the other end of the station and was only five feet from the steps when she heard to very loud bangs.
One of the mob members had pulled out a handgun and fired. The first shot went off a pillar near the ceiling; the other hit home in Max's side.
" MAX!" Amber had stopped running and turned to watch what was happening. The last thing she saw was the mob swarming over his body like ants before a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was spun around into a corridor near the stairs facing a guy wearing a visor.
" We aren't going to hurt you, we want to help you. Professor Xavier sent us."
The man was trying to be quieter than a mouse, glancing around the corner at the very ugly mob. The name calmed Amber, who had been fighting with all her strength to get away.
" Let's just go. There ain't nothin' we can do for him." The man holding her intoned.
Amber started struggling again. She knew Max was dead, the bullet had contacted his spinal cord. He had died close to instantly. She still didn't want to leave her one source of comfort. She didn't want to leave her brother.
" You're right Logan. Let's go." The man so obviously in charge pointed towards a door, directing Logan to continue carrying Amber.
" He's gone kid." Logan tried for compassion when he whispered those words in her ear. Amber stopped struggling as silent tears slipped down her face and started to wet Logan's hand. ^It's not fair^
Part Three: Death
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, I would love to own X-men along with a few other shows but I don't.
Summary: You'll see.
A/N: This is one of those future scenes I mentioned. Please don't flame me for it. And another thing, since this hasn't come up before, thoughts are going to show up like this ^understand?^ Good. Read, review and go check out my other stories if you want.
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Amber and Max were standing underground, waiting for the subway cars to pull up so they could get on and away. The agent from that fatal first encounter had come back, with guns and back up.
" Who are you?" A guy had sidled up to Amber when they were first entering the subway. She broke his arm because he pinched her butt. There had been people watching as Amber moved faster than lightening.
" Amber just ignore them." Max clutched at his sister's hand, trying to control the feeling of impending doom.
" I know what you are. You're freaks." The guy whispered, sticking his mouth close to halfway between both their ears.
" I don't know what you're talking about." Max said, staring straight ahead, willing the train to hurry up. More people, women and men alike, had gathered, listening and silently supporting the original idiot.
" The way she broke his arm. Too fast for a normal person." He was facing the crowd, laughing, jeering, and gesturing. He spun to look Amber straight in the eyes. She could smell his rancid breath. " I know." He whispered.
" You don't know anything," Amber whispered back. Louder, " This lunatic's drunk he doesn't know what he's talking about." The crowd didn't like her tone. Even though it was only ten or fifteen people, it was enough for a mob.
" Amber." Max said in an undertone as the group advanced.
" What did you say, mutant?"
" I'm not a mutant. This man is drunk. Just smell his breath." Amber cringed at the thought and tried to fight the urge to run.
" I'll teach you a lesson girl." The man raised a crowbar from behind a pillar progressing on Amber. Max intervened just as the crowbar was crashing down.
" RUN!" He shouted, sending Amber into a blind panic, forcing her to run. He followed, not to far after once he got untangled from the drunken idiot. Amber got to the other end of the station and was only five feet from the steps when she heard to very loud bangs.
One of the mob members had pulled out a handgun and fired. The first shot went off a pillar near the ceiling; the other hit home in Max's side.
" MAX!" Amber had stopped running and turned to watch what was happening. The last thing she saw was the mob swarming over his body like ants before a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was spun around into a corridor near the stairs facing a guy wearing a visor.
" We aren't going to hurt you, we want to help you. Professor Xavier sent us."
The man was trying to be quieter than a mouse, glancing around the corner at the very ugly mob. The name calmed Amber, who had been fighting with all her strength to get away.
" Let's just go. There ain't nothin' we can do for him." The man holding her intoned.
Amber started struggling again. She knew Max was dead, the bullet had contacted his spinal cord. He had died close to instantly. She still didn't want to leave her one source of comfort. She didn't want to leave her brother.
" You're right Logan. Let's go." The man so obviously in charge pointed towards a door, directing Logan to continue carrying Amber.
" He's gone kid." Logan tried for compassion when he whispered those words in her ear. Amber stopped struggling as silent tears slipped down her face and started to wet Logan's hand. ^It's not fair^