Concentrate
Author: Kryptonite
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men. There I said it, can I go back to typing now?
Summary: Another short chapter, the X-men feature. Then we go back to the camp and to Tommie, the girl.
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" You wanted to see us, Professor Xavier?" Scott asked, speaking as soon as the metal doors slid open to reveal the war room.
" Yes, we have a problem."
" Don't we always?" Logan questioned the old man, settling into a seat set around the circular table. Professor Xavier didn't even crack a smile at the cynical question.
" What's wrong, Professor?" Rogue's voice asked, speaking into the silence. A sigh, filled with all the sadness in the world, sounded from their respected elder.
" What Eric was afraid would happen if the Registration Act was ever passed." Rogue seemed to be the only one who wasn't confused.
" You don't mean…" She couldn't even finish her sentence, leaving the rest of the team in confusion.
" Yes Rogue, a concentration camp." He paused as the others reacted to that piece of news.
" What do you mean?" Scott asked, praying that Charles Xavier didn't mean what he had said. Praying that it was all just one big joke.
" It's not a joke Scott. There is a concentration camp for mutants, funded by the government. They say it's to protect mutants from the outside world but it acts the same way as concentration camps did during the Holocaust." Rogue looked like she was going to be sick. " It's in a very secluded part of the country. On top of a mountain in the Rockies."
" So what are we going to do?" Storm asked as the group contemplated the thought of a concentration camp.
" That's why I asked you all here." Professor Xavier said, turning to look at Storm.
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" Move on, hurry up!" The person behind shoved Thomasin, Tommie, ahead, causing her to stumble.
" Watch it, brat." The man ahead snarled back as she bumped into him. Shoving her bowl in front of the server she managed to get a splash of liquid before she was pushed out of the way, practice being the only thing that kept the thin layer of liquid in the bottom of her bowl.
" Tommie, sit down, quick." Someone hissed at her, causing her feet to move in their general direction, trying to get away from the guards.
" Someone shoved you again, didn't they?" A woman asked, sitting over and across from her at the rough wooden table. Tommie nodded, waiting for the order to eat. As the woman went to pour a little bit more into her bowl Tommie stopped her.
" Take care of yourself Sarah, I'll be fine."
" No you-" The sound of half a dozen shrill whistles cut her off, telling the mutants they could eat. Everyone dug in, grabbing at the baskets of bread sitting on the table.
" Is anyone out there, cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe." Tommie muttered as she inhaled the bread, more air than actual substance, and drowned the 'soup' in two gulps.
" Would you stop singing that stupid line kid? Or at least learn the rest of it." An older man growled from the seat next to her.
" Fine, you can stay here and rot. Sarah, Jess, I'll be working." Tommie stood up from the bench, fingers gripping the edges of her too-large men's flannel shirt, trying not to hit anyone as she left.
" Where do you think you're going?" The guards were generally physically fit men in their late twenties.
" Work." A sick, twisted grin suddenly appeared on his face.
" Guess again." At his words three other guards appeared, surrounding Tommie. It didn't take a genius to know what they were going to do.
" No! NO!" She screamed as they dragged her kicking and screaming from the dining hall. Her voice echoed off the walls for a few seconds after she had left.
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A/N: Just another short little chapter. It will be like this for a little while until I get to the rescue. I'm still trying to work out the details of the camp and such. Not to mention it's supposed to work much like the camps during the Holocaust (without the gas chambers and furnaces) did which means I have to do a little more research into that area.