Lead Me Out
It's been a long time since I posted anything and an even longer time since I posted anything on Ff.Net, so I've decided to do something now. Bear in mind that I've only seen almost all of the season 1 episodes, and hardly any of the episodes with the new mutants in it, so they ain't in here.
I know everyone says that, this isn't one of your usual OC character fics, but by now there's no such thing as an original OC character fic. This is one of those OC character fics where the OC character just acts as a catalyst for a more interesting plot… something interesting will eventually happen to him, Mwahahahaha.
Yea, there's plentya slash in here, but also some het for you straight people, you weird folk you.
There's also mention of war (and bloodiness, etc, that goes with it) torture, rape and maybe even the most horrific of all… nice Jean!!! (gasp) But yea, there's a reasin' for the ratin'
Oh, and give me a break with the long rambling moronic forenote, I had three hours of sleep last night and it's 1:41 in the AM now… YOU do the math.
The Helsiv High Council was gathered in its entire jewel coloured richness and splendor, seated around the tall and forbidding throne of the High Priestess, Queen Mellyar. She sat tall and proud, aloof, un-fidgeting, totally collected. The power that she exuded and wrapped around her form like a mantel magnified her plain looks in the eyes of others. She had long lustrous navy hair and hard apathetic jade eyes. She was dressed in the traditional long box-gown of women of her status and wore the crown of Helsiv to show her station.
She and her council sat in stony silence, watching the circular stone courtyard, a tall post in the middle it's only furniture, with bored disinterest. The wind blew across the circle, ruffling the clothes of the council members, yet they remained eerily silent and attentive to the proceedings.
The post in the middle had hooks embedded into it at different intervals up its length. The purpose of this strange ornament was about to be demonstrated.
After a few more minutes of still silence, the Queen's voice rang out clear across the stones. It was a low, melodious growl of a voice.
"Bring out the condemned."
A double door on the other side of the circle creaked open pendulously, and two brawny soldiers emerged, dragging a hapless prisoner by his armpits between them. From the way the body hung; feet, legs, arms, head all limp, it was obvious that it was unconscious. Its unclothed state made it easy to identify this person as a male.
His hands were bound together tightly at the wrist, and they were looped over the hooks in the way that meat is hung up to dry. The body was left slumped on its knees against the post, arms pulled uncomfortably above his head.
The soldiers stepped back a few feet and stood at ease.
"Daqyrii Zadaris, you have been sentenced to die by magical force. Is there anything you wish to say before the sentence is carried out?"
The body was unconscious, so of course, couldn't say anything.
The Queen continued.
"Commence punishment."
A figure appeared from the side of the circle, standing on a raised dais. It was so swathed in black material that its gender was indeterminate. It rose what were apparently its arms and the wind stilled. The air pressure began to increase and the sky above the post began to bleed into bruised hues, purple, blue and angry black. Static electricity ran through some of the council members, who continued to stare fixedly at the happenings.
The air began to smell like copper.
Just as the pressure was becoming too great (the nose of one of the soldier's started to bleed) and the area of damaged sky above the post began to spark, the black layered figure brought their hands down and discharged it, sending the great magical build-up striking towards the post like a lighting bolt towards the helplessly bound figure.
Seconds before the hissing, spitting shard hit the bound body, the boy lifted his head and screamed something into the oncoming energy, unintelligible above the soundless boom of the descending shard.
There was a flash and a clear, full scream as the bolt hit… but there was something wrong.
The body had disappeared, leaving only a charred circle of stone where the magical bolt had hit the ground.
All eyes turned, still silent, towards the High Priestess, who stood regally, the fierce heated flash in her eyes and the barely audible crackling of her aura the only indications of her incandescent rage.
"I want him found." She said, without raising her voice. She didn't need to, the raw power in her voice carried over all mortal sounds.
As she turned and swept out, followed by her Council, another pair of eyes watched from the top of the stone wall surrounding the courtyard, unseen in their disguise as a stable boy. He, too, had watched the execution fail. The only difference was he knew why.
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Scott was standing, watching his lover by the window with his one good eye reflecting his inner worry when Xavier gave him the news.
:: Scott. Cerebro just registered a strong mutant presence, which spiked before it dropped down to this constant signal. Could you please take someone with you to go and investigate it? ::
Xavier's mental voice sounded tired, but then they all sounded tired these days.
:: Sure Professor. ::
He looked back at the uncharacteristically sober form staring out of the window and sighed.
It was funny how the events of less than a day could change your life so drastically.
Oh, Scott knew that it hadn't started then… aggression from the anti-mutants had been building up for quite some time previously, ever since the confirmation of the existence of mutants. There had been fear and panic among the public, which was being combated by public awareness campaigns by the handful of mutant sympathizers. The Professor had helped by making the risky decision to reveal the school's true identity. Although this was a potentially dangerous action, it actually worked. Most people went back to their lives. However, there are always exceptions.
The political party known as the 'Animutes' (a bastardized form of Anti-mutants) had built up a sort of militaristic following. They eventually began to turn the tide of the public back to their viewpoint through propaganda. Anything that went wrong in the cities, the country, anywhere, was blamed on the mutants. So, the attack, when it came, wasn't unexpected. A substantial group of Animute troops attacked the Institute, butchering many of the students.
The X-Men had actually teamed up with the Brotherhood to defend themselves, but they were woefully outnumbered. Just as things were looking really bad, they received their saving reinforcements. The sympathizers showed up with those neutral people who thought that the massacre of children, whether they were mutant or not, was abhorrent.
The Animutes were held off long enough for everyone left alive to escape via the Blackbird. But not everyone escaped.
Of the X-Men and the Brotherhood, only Xavier, Scott, Kitty, Kurt, Jean, Lance and Todd were left.
Even they had not escaped unscathed.
Scott had been hit full in the face by 'friendly fire' and had lost an eye. The blast had, ironically, also finally given him control over his powers, so he no longer needed the glasses. He still wore them, though, as he felt self-conscious about the long, thick scar that bisected his eye.
Jean and Xavier had exhausted themselves with mental attacks, to the point where Jean was in a coma for a week. It had been painful to tell her about the massive casualties when she had finally come round, and she was still in mourning, as were they all. Her shielding abilities had weakened considerably after the battle, and her grief often bled out to affect those around her. The mental force she had used in the fight had turned her eyes black, except for the whites.
Surviving the tragedy thanks to their avoidant powers had seemed to further push Kurt and Kitty together. They were now going out and often slept in the same bed, although they hadn't actually slept together yet.
Kurt had stopped using his powers at all, seeming to blame them for his survival and the other's demise. He suffered the loss of Evan greatly, and had greatly matured mentally.
Kitty had also lost some of her youthful naïve innocence and had become a lot more quiet, cynical and angry. She had cut her hair into a short cropped cut which was shaved at the back, and had taking to dressing in plain black dresses, which didn't really suit her, out of respect for her dead friends.
Todd had been surprisingly, and almost grossly, cheerful after the tragedy. He had taken up the role of practical joker and had tried to keep the other's hopes high with jokes. Kitty and Kurt had been insulted at his apparent unconcern for the event… sure, if it was just the X-men who had been killed, it might have been understandable, even though unlikely, but Pietro and Fred had been killed on the field too. Scott had gotten good at seeing the hidden meanings behind what people said and did due to his sight defection, so it was less of a surprise to him than it had been to the others when Kitty had discovered Todd's limp body lying in a pond of his own blood from his slashed arms in the bathroom.
He was currently in the new infirmary in their temporary hideout, another mansion in a secure place, under the care of their new doctor, Dr. Oljannie, one of the mutant sympathizers. She had good reason to be… she looked normal, with plain, curly brown hair and soft hazel eyes, but she had the power to accelerate healing, although heavy healing periods drained her own strength. It was she who had saved Scott's eyesight, among other things.
Lance had taken everything on his own shoulders. He felt that he had failed his three 'brothers' as the eldest, and now Todd's suicide attempt… little wonder that the guy was depressed. He had been quiet and helpful to everyone, trying to protect them all and keep them going.
But Scott could tell that it weighted heavily on his shoulders. It also didn't help that he blamed Xavier for everything, failing to protect them, not doing enough to look out for this eventuality, releasing the identity of the school in the beginning. It all made their interactions very short, terse and often ending in anger and frustration.
Scott walked over to Lance and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Cerebro's picked up some readings. Wanna go check 'em out with me?"
Lance nodded, then turned somberly to go. Scott stopped him, hugged him, then leaned in and kissed his lover on the cheek for comfort.
"Todd'll be okay. Come on."
Lance smiled half-heartedly at Scott, and they both left to look for the new mutant.
I hoped you liked it, and even if you didn't, please review me to tell me why. I'm gonna be trying to balance out the focus on the characters, so if you could tell me in later chapters, I'll luv you forever.
New chapter up soon, if you like it.
Hell, I'll post it even if you don't, I'm just that kinda person