Never Forget: Epilogue
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I will likely never own it… :-(
Two days had passed since death of the last mutant. In some place a thousand miles away, a baby girl opened her eyes for the first time. Nobody noticed the slight purple sheen. They wouldn't, for a few years at least…
He opened the door to the room, and grimaced. It was a mess! There had been some sort of prison here, he knew. He speculated that it could've been the place where the government kept the mutants, but he wasn't sure… and didn't really care. He was just there to get paid, to support him until his writing took off.
He began to clean. It was a huge job, and he knew it would take at least a couple of weeks, but he had to start some where. He began to pick up pieces of garbage all around the room, when he spotted a thin sheaf of paper. He looked at it curiously.
Then he skimmed over the front page. What he read there left him stunned. Was it really like that? He frowned.
He shook his head, and finished cleaning for the night. As he headed out of the room, he picked the papers up to finish reading at home.
He left the compound, and called to the guard on his way out. "Good night, Bart."
The guard grinned. "Good night, Stan."
A/N: I have always felt that the idea of eradicating mutants is a stupid one, simply because there would always be more born…
And, if anybody got the joke in the second part, I realize that it doesn't fit in at all with real history. If that bugs you… bite me. If it doesn't bug you… laugh, my friend. You have achieved the enlightenment of going with the flow.