[Amid a Field of Crimson Flowers]
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Kirikou
[11/2/03 -]
--- [Epilogue] ---
The gruesome pictures continued to show apon the television for two weeks, showing of all those horrid events, topping off with what was now deemed the 'New York Explosion', an entire city shattering in split seconds. People talked about it even longer than that. The president made his speech. It was long, and hundreds of people clapped, others cried, hundreds of riots broke out later, but none where nearly as effective as Exodus had been. Kurt smiled as he listened to the television.
You where right, guy. You made an impression that nobody can forget.
"These mutant attacks are still unexplained, but will not be for long. Hundreds of scientists have gone into the study of the x-gene. One day we will understand these people, but until then, nobody will forget the explosion. That day was a day for the history books, to be remembered forever as the day that mutants found revenge for their comrades."
All of those lies flew over the international channels. New people found a reason to hate these people. More mutants found reason to hide from the normal 'humans'. Just another day in the life of mutants.of humanity. Just another day to remember.
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A young man stood planted at the foot of a grave, staring lifelessly into it's words, memorizing them, grieving over them. He still did not understand, nor would he ever it seemed.
He was a good man, and an even better brother, never to be forgotten. Alexander Summers.
He fell gently to his knees, hanging his head low, listening to the rolling clouds becoming darker as he sat there, rolling from all directions. They stirred and rolled, ready to let loose a downpour. He gently set a pile of flowers apon the newly-filled grave, moving his shades and whipping a single tear from his eye. No longer would he shed tears for this event. No longer would he even think about the pain he and his brother had endured.how much that they had gone through.how much he would miss. No more would he think about it.
The rain began to fall, lightening streaking across the sky as it poured in the dark, pelting the man and his black trench coat. He stood to his feet, bowing his head once more before shoving his hands in his coat pockets and striding off, not taking a second look back at the grave. The flowers apon it where caught in a gust of wind, spiraling the petals towards the sky as another bolt of lightening struck. They flew through the air; scattering everywhere for a constant reminder of a life that was lived to it's fullest. And to a life that would be forever missed, but never forgotten. --- Kirikou
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Kirikou
[11/2/03 -]
--- [Epilogue] ---
The gruesome pictures continued to show apon the television for two weeks, showing of all those horrid events, topping off with what was now deemed the 'New York Explosion', an entire city shattering in split seconds. People talked about it even longer than that. The president made his speech. It was long, and hundreds of people clapped, others cried, hundreds of riots broke out later, but none where nearly as effective as Exodus had been. Kurt smiled as he listened to the television.
You where right, guy. You made an impression that nobody can forget.
"These mutant attacks are still unexplained, but will not be for long. Hundreds of scientists have gone into the study of the x-gene. One day we will understand these people, but until then, nobody will forget the explosion. That day was a day for the history books, to be remembered forever as the day that mutants found revenge for their comrades."
All of those lies flew over the international channels. New people found a reason to hate these people. More mutants found reason to hide from the normal 'humans'. Just another day in the life of mutants.of humanity. Just another day to remember.
---
A young man stood planted at the foot of a grave, staring lifelessly into it's words, memorizing them, grieving over them. He still did not understand, nor would he ever it seemed.
He was a good man, and an even better brother, never to be forgotten. Alexander Summers.
He fell gently to his knees, hanging his head low, listening to the rolling clouds becoming darker as he sat there, rolling from all directions. They stirred and rolled, ready to let loose a downpour. He gently set a pile of flowers apon the newly-filled grave, moving his shades and whipping a single tear from his eye. No longer would he shed tears for this event. No longer would he even think about the pain he and his brother had endured.how much that they had gone through.how much he would miss. No more would he think about it.
The rain began to fall, lightening streaking across the sky as it poured in the dark, pelting the man and his black trench coat. He stood to his feet, bowing his head once more before shoving his hands in his coat pockets and striding off, not taking a second look back at the grave. The flowers apon it where caught in a gust of wind, spiraling the petals towards the sky as another bolt of lightening struck. They flew through the air; scattering everywhere for a constant reminder of a life that was lived to it's fullest. And to a life that would be forever missed, but never forgotten. --- Kirikou