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"Alright everyone, this mission is not going to be easy. We have to make the whole human population believe that this girl is dead. We're going to gain access to the execution as the press. There will be millions of civilians there so we should be able to blend in and we must remember that none of the civilians get hurt. Watch yourselves, if one of us gets caught there could be severe consequences," Prof. Xavier drilled the team. The team consisted of Scott, Rogue, Bobby, Kurt, Storm, and himself. Xavier had to admit, it wasn't much of a team but it was all he could muster up. He was sticking out his neck here; he didn't want to send anyone in because this mission was one that he saw as almost impossible to accomplish. "If at any point something goes wrong, I'll say abort and like in that movie, everyone walk away immediately, no questions just walk away. Okay? Lets go!"
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Eric Lensherr strapped on his seat belt as he revved the engine. Mystique was sitting in the seat next to him but she had taken the shape of a woman they had killed from the press about a week ago. She would be their cover, so that they could get in to the prison to get this mutant out. Both knew that they had to get to this mutant "612" before Professor Xavier and his do gooders. Eric knew that Xavier would try to capture the mutant also and sway her to his side while Eric got nothing. As soon as Eric saw the mutant on the screen the day before he knew she was one of the powerful ones. As he drove the van toward the place where the mutant was being held he had no idea exactly how powerful this mutant really was and the strange thing was neither did she.
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612 slid down the wall into a sitting position as she contemplated what she would say when they asked her for her final words. "Hmmm, life is like pissing in the wind? Karma exists." 612 was done reasoning with humans they obviously were too ignorant at this point to understand exactly what they were doing. Finally, she decided to remain silent and maybe a martyr for the mutant cause. Ever since she was little she had heard the word martyr used with such high regard but she never thought that she would end up being one. Her father had been a reverend in a catholic church and her mother a doctor. She always remembered her father saying, "Jesus was the very first Martyr, he was different and people didn't like that. So out of their ignorance they killed him, they had no idea what they were doing."
612 would never compare herself to Jesus Christ but the stories were very much alike. So for the first time in a long time she prayed, "Jesus, I don't know what to say. Haven't talked you in a while, but I really need your help. If it's my time to go then so be it, but I need you to give me the courage I need to get through this. I can't do it without you. Thanks for always taking care of me and please take care of me and all the other mutants there are out there. Amen."
Just as she was finishing her prayer she heard footsteps on the walkway that she recognized as the security guards. As the main door burst open she was greeted with a, "time to die you cruel bitch." 612 chuckled, "well good morning to you too! Why so grumpy, did you not get your donut this morning?" In a sarcastic manner she bent down to pick up the burnt bread that she had been given that morning, "here have some, I'm not going to eat it." "That slop, isn't fit for my dog!" He replied gruffly as he grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back. "My sentiments exactly, officer." She was shoved out the main door into the cool New York air, "Nice day isn't it," she said smirking, just before a black sack was put over her head, so that she couldn't used her "powers."
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The mission had gone off without a hitch so far, the X-men were in position ready for what was to be thrown at them next. Little did they know that Eric and Mystique were also in position. "Mystique, get closer to the stage so that you can maybe see what they're planning," Eric instructed. "Bobby, get closer to the stage so that you can maybe see what they're planning," Xavier instructed. Bobby neared the stage and converged on the same point as Mystique. As soon as Mystique saw him she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Excuse me son, I don't think you're suppose to be here." "Yes ma'am, I'm part of the press, I'm here to see that damn mutant killed," Bobby responded trying to be convincing but not achieving his goal. Storm snorted in laughter when she heard Bobby's response, but then she recognized the reporter. "Uh, Scott isn't the reporter that Bobby is talking to the one whose body was found washed up in the bay about 7 days ago?" Scott leaned in to get a better look at the woman, "Hell yeah it is!" "Mystique, it's got to be Mystique," the professor said from his and Rogue's station in the jet, "so that means that Eric wants her too. But why?" "Beats me," Scott replied, "but that means we're going to have work faster and more smooth then Magneto and Mystique." "Keep your stations and see what happens. Bobby dodge her anyway you can, she knows what we're here for, we just can't let her know we know their here too."
"I think I'll go to the other side of the stage to get a better view, excuse me," he said as he pasted Mystique and made his way through the crowd. "Looks like their going to use some kind of wood, their setting it up behind the curtain. Umm, you guys I think they're planning on burning her, because they are putting lighter fluid all over the wood." "All right Bobby, good job now get out of there and come back to home base. Kurt, are you in position?"
Kurt pulled the long black executioners hood aside and looked around. "Yes, I am in position," he replied in his Dracula-like accent. "You're going to have to do a little improv here until Storm can get a clear view, be careful Kurt," the Professor responded.
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Mystique made her way past the curtain that divided the stage from the crowd to the place where the execution was to take place on the stage. The executioner walked toward the wood that had been piled in a Salem witch- like style on the stage. Mystique jumped back behind a wall as he removed the back piece of wood and threw it behind a prop that had been pushed aside. He poured water in a circular pattern around where 612 would be standing. "Ahhh, one of the jolly do gooders is already at work," she thought to herself. As the executioner moved back to his place at the side of the stage Mystique transformed herself into the president's advisor and walked toward the back part of the stage behind an extra curtain that had been placed to hide the props usually used on this outdoor stage. Mystique was hopeful that someone would be back there and would graciously give their life, and as she passed the curtain there was a middle aged woman standing by herself checking the amp system. "Perfect," Mystique thought to herself as she came up behind the woman and broke her neck. Now that that was done all she had to do was wait.
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612 jogged trying to keep up with the officer who was taking her to her execution. She couldn't see anything, so it was impossible to use her powers, but she felt a growing feeling of dread as she sensed she was getting closer to death. She tripped as the officer pulled her up the steps to the stage and skinned her elbow as she hit the floor hard. She scrambled to her feet knowing that if she stayed down to long she would be kicked again.
Finally, they stopped walking and she was picked up and re-placed and then bound around what she figured was pole of some kind.
Kurt grimaced as he saw his worst fear before his eyes. He had always feared being killed in a fire and now he was supposed to set his fellow mutant on fire and hope that Storm could get a rainstorm started quick enough to put the fire out before it got close enough to hurt the mutant. It was a weak plan he had to admit, and he was scared he would not be able to retrieve her in time to pull her to the jet that was hovering just overhead. He was scared.
Mystique positioned herself so that she could quickly slide the body of the other woman in the place of 612 and her and the mutant could make a run for it toward the van that was sitting in a lot behind the stage. They would be gone and everyone would just take the other woman's body for the mutant's. The plan was weak she had to admit but she knew she could pull it off. But deep down inside Mystique felt a feeling she didn't get often, she was scared.
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612 was terrified as she felt warmth near her toes and now all around her legs. "They're going to burn me!" she thought in sheer panic. She expected to be killed obviously, but in a swift and exact fashion. She had imagined she would only hurt for a minute and then be gone.
The curtains rolled back so that the crowd could see the execution. As the flames began to cut into 612's skin the crowd cheered loudly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the rubber soles of her shoes melted and soon she knew she would be consumed.
"Alright everyone, this mission is not going to be easy. We have to make the whole human population believe that this girl is dead. We're going to gain access to the execution as the press. There will be millions of civilians there so we should be able to blend in and we must remember that none of the civilians get hurt. Watch yourselves, if one of us gets caught there could be severe consequences," Prof. Xavier drilled the team. The team consisted of Scott, Rogue, Bobby, Kurt, Storm, and himself. Xavier had to admit, it wasn't much of a team but it was all he could muster up. He was sticking out his neck here; he didn't want to send anyone in because this mission was one that he saw as almost impossible to accomplish. "If at any point something goes wrong, I'll say abort and like in that movie, everyone walk away immediately, no questions just walk away. Okay? Lets go!"
****
Eric Lensherr strapped on his seat belt as he revved the engine. Mystique was sitting in the seat next to him but she had taken the shape of a woman they had killed from the press about a week ago. She would be their cover, so that they could get in to the prison to get this mutant out. Both knew that they had to get to this mutant "612" before Professor Xavier and his do gooders. Eric knew that Xavier would try to capture the mutant also and sway her to his side while Eric got nothing. As soon as Eric saw the mutant on the screen the day before he knew she was one of the powerful ones. As he drove the van toward the place where the mutant was being held he had no idea exactly how powerful this mutant really was and the strange thing was neither did she.
****
612 slid down the wall into a sitting position as she contemplated what she would say when they asked her for her final words. "Hmmm, life is like pissing in the wind? Karma exists." 612 was done reasoning with humans they obviously were too ignorant at this point to understand exactly what they were doing. Finally, she decided to remain silent and maybe a martyr for the mutant cause. Ever since she was little she had heard the word martyr used with such high regard but she never thought that she would end up being one. Her father had been a reverend in a catholic church and her mother a doctor. She always remembered her father saying, "Jesus was the very first Martyr, he was different and people didn't like that. So out of their ignorance they killed him, they had no idea what they were doing."
612 would never compare herself to Jesus Christ but the stories were very much alike. So for the first time in a long time she prayed, "Jesus, I don't know what to say. Haven't talked you in a while, but I really need your help. If it's my time to go then so be it, but I need you to give me the courage I need to get through this. I can't do it without you. Thanks for always taking care of me and please take care of me and all the other mutants there are out there. Amen."
Just as she was finishing her prayer she heard footsteps on the walkway that she recognized as the security guards. As the main door burst open she was greeted with a, "time to die you cruel bitch." 612 chuckled, "well good morning to you too! Why so grumpy, did you not get your donut this morning?" In a sarcastic manner she bent down to pick up the burnt bread that she had been given that morning, "here have some, I'm not going to eat it." "That slop, isn't fit for my dog!" He replied gruffly as he grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back. "My sentiments exactly, officer." She was shoved out the main door into the cool New York air, "Nice day isn't it," she said smirking, just before a black sack was put over her head, so that she couldn't used her "powers."
****
The mission had gone off without a hitch so far, the X-men were in position ready for what was to be thrown at them next. Little did they know that Eric and Mystique were also in position. "Mystique, get closer to the stage so that you can maybe see what they're planning," Eric instructed. "Bobby, get closer to the stage so that you can maybe see what they're planning," Xavier instructed. Bobby neared the stage and converged on the same point as Mystique. As soon as Mystique saw him she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Excuse me son, I don't think you're suppose to be here." "Yes ma'am, I'm part of the press, I'm here to see that damn mutant killed," Bobby responded trying to be convincing but not achieving his goal. Storm snorted in laughter when she heard Bobby's response, but then she recognized the reporter. "Uh, Scott isn't the reporter that Bobby is talking to the one whose body was found washed up in the bay about 7 days ago?" Scott leaned in to get a better look at the woman, "Hell yeah it is!" "Mystique, it's got to be Mystique," the professor said from his and Rogue's station in the jet, "so that means that Eric wants her too. But why?" "Beats me," Scott replied, "but that means we're going to have work faster and more smooth then Magneto and Mystique." "Keep your stations and see what happens. Bobby dodge her anyway you can, she knows what we're here for, we just can't let her know we know their here too."
"I think I'll go to the other side of the stage to get a better view, excuse me," he said as he pasted Mystique and made his way through the crowd. "Looks like their going to use some kind of wood, their setting it up behind the curtain. Umm, you guys I think they're planning on burning her, because they are putting lighter fluid all over the wood." "All right Bobby, good job now get out of there and come back to home base. Kurt, are you in position?"
Kurt pulled the long black executioners hood aside and looked around. "Yes, I am in position," he replied in his Dracula-like accent. "You're going to have to do a little improv here until Storm can get a clear view, be careful Kurt," the Professor responded.
****
Mystique made her way past the curtain that divided the stage from the crowd to the place where the execution was to take place on the stage. The executioner walked toward the wood that had been piled in a Salem witch- like style on the stage. Mystique jumped back behind a wall as he removed the back piece of wood and threw it behind a prop that had been pushed aside. He poured water in a circular pattern around where 612 would be standing. "Ahhh, one of the jolly do gooders is already at work," she thought to herself. As the executioner moved back to his place at the side of the stage Mystique transformed herself into the president's advisor and walked toward the back part of the stage behind an extra curtain that had been placed to hide the props usually used on this outdoor stage. Mystique was hopeful that someone would be back there and would graciously give their life, and as she passed the curtain there was a middle aged woman standing by herself checking the amp system. "Perfect," Mystique thought to herself as she came up behind the woman and broke her neck. Now that that was done all she had to do was wait.
****
612 jogged trying to keep up with the officer who was taking her to her execution. She couldn't see anything, so it was impossible to use her powers, but she felt a growing feeling of dread as she sensed she was getting closer to death. She tripped as the officer pulled her up the steps to the stage and skinned her elbow as she hit the floor hard. She scrambled to her feet knowing that if she stayed down to long she would be kicked again.
Finally, they stopped walking and she was picked up and re-placed and then bound around what she figured was pole of some kind.
Kurt grimaced as he saw his worst fear before his eyes. He had always feared being killed in a fire and now he was supposed to set his fellow mutant on fire and hope that Storm could get a rainstorm started quick enough to put the fire out before it got close enough to hurt the mutant. It was a weak plan he had to admit, and he was scared he would not be able to retrieve her in time to pull her to the jet that was hovering just overhead. He was scared.
Mystique positioned herself so that she could quickly slide the body of the other woman in the place of 612 and her and the mutant could make a run for it toward the van that was sitting in a lot behind the stage. They would be gone and everyone would just take the other woman's body for the mutant's. The plan was weak she had to admit but she knew she could pull it off. But deep down inside Mystique felt a feeling she didn't get often, she was scared.
****
612 was terrified as she felt warmth near her toes and now all around her legs. "They're going to burn me!" she thought in sheer panic. She expected to be killed obviously, but in a swift and exact fashion. She had imagined she would only hurt for a minute and then be gone.
The curtains rolled back so that the crowd could see the execution. As the flames began to cut into 612's skin the crowd cheered loudly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the rubber soles of her shoes melted and soon she knew she would be consumed.