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And now, a word to my reviewers--
ShinigamiPheonix: Wow, you really seem excited about this story! Thank
you so incredibly much.
Anna: Hey, beautiful! Thanks! (That's my girlfriend. Everybody, say "Hi Anna!")
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After that there was little we could do. The Morbots captured us one by one. . . some of us escaped, but they were tracked down and brought to this place just the same. We quickly realized that it was hopeless. The mutants who had gone to the shelters had been killed, and those who hadn't had been tracked down.
Even our greatest chance of escape is gone. They found the Eye of Ages in Egypt a few weeks ago, warped and shattered. Apocalypse himself lay inside, dead. He had fallen through time, and the Eye had cracked a little. That let the forces of time play havoc with his body, aging him and making him younger in rapid succession. Apparently even his body couldn't handle the strain. He died in possibly the most excruciating way possible. Kind of funny, really.
Anyway, with all hope gone, all we could do is plan out how to die. Lance was the first to suggest appointing one of us to kill all of the remaining mutants, thus depriving the government of the pleasure. It was quickly pointed out that the remaining mutant would be alone, and miserable. . . then somebody realized that there was somebody who could kill, but still have all of them for company. That would be me, Rogue.
Yes, I absorbed them all, from Xavier to Magneto. I am now the most powerful mutant ever, but it does me no good. I am alone, except for the voices, and they just remind me of what I've lost. It's all gone, nothing's left. Everything has disappeared, and I have nothing. . . and I'm being redundant. Maybe it's the voices speaking through me, or maybe it's my insanity. Who knows? It doesn't really make a difference.
I can hear footsteps. They're coming to execute me. Finally, I can rest.
The voices will leave me alone, and I can sleep. The short, troubled existence
of the race known as mutants will end. Life is too bleak and hopeless to
continue. . .
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A/N2: Well, I did it! I killed of the entire mutant race! Like it? Hate it? Tell me! Please, I'm begging!