I found his video camera lying close to his body. He always cared too much for that silly thing, but now I have to finish what he began so many years ago. Fumbling with the buttons, I found the last thing he ever saw before they slaughtered him. And they shall pay for the damages done to our kind and for all those who've suffered before this massacre. . Taking the camera I ran into the darkest alley I could find and began the second part of our legacy. They have to know what happened here on this day and prevent it from happening in the future. The next generation of us is at stake. And their warning starts now...
Facing the camera towards me, I began the end of the first and beginning of the second war between man and mutant. "Uhm...hey. My name is Leigh and I am one of the last surviving mutants of this battle between man and mutant. There were fifty of us two hours ago and now only five haven't been found lying dead upon the ground, their blood stained on the concrete as is shown. They were only protesting against the act passed a few months ago and I got them killed by running that way. With this tape resides the disk. It's the only copy of the registered mutants in existence. They are coming for it. Whoever finds this tape must guard this with their life. It's the only way our kind will survive..."I stopped recording here.
They were coming for us now to use as examples to those left unexposed that hadn't registered themselves as was required by the Mutant Registration Act of 2000. They were going to find me to be sure, but they wouldn't keep me. I would break away and escape. Then they would chase after me for a while, but they would never catch me. I'm too fast and skilled beyond what they can do. The time has come for I can see their lights scanning through all the crevices in every wall. I ran now, right past those men and their guns that can supposedly stop everything. I'd like to see them try and stop this. With that I bolted out the alley way onto the streets, past their so called special agents, clutching both the tape and disk close to me.
"There goes one of them. Get her!" I could hear them yelling.
They fired with as much accuracy as they could and hit their target, but I still kept going, a few bullet holes wouldn't stop me. They were already freezing over and only a little blue liquid streamed out of them now. I ran and ran until only one of them followed by foot. The rest of them had got into their trucks and trailed about one mile behind him. But they were catching up quickly, mush quicker than I had expected. I kept going though. They couldn't get the disk back, ever…if they did what was left of us would be killed as well. Then our kind would be extinct.
I turned a sharp right, my feet pounding into the puddle from earlier in the day. There was another car coming now. It was another bunch of them. I turned to run back but the original van had already parked itself to where I had no way out. They had me for sure. All of them bound out of the vans, artillery in hand and opened fire upon me. My body felt like a piece of Swiss cheese before they had finished. I couldn't stand any longer, heck I could barely stay conscious. I remember falling and still they fired to make sure I was paralyzed, but still salvageable.
The last thing I remember was him approaching me. He stood over me victoriously. He knew he had won and I had lost. He had been waiting for this day for ten years……..since I was five. I then saw his lips moving, barking orders to his men, but I couldn't hear anything. I felt my body being lifted into the air, but it didn't register in my head. My vision faded as my eyes locked on him as I faded into the unknown….
…I woke up bonded at my wrists and ankles. My mouth was taped as well. It was too dark to see anything and the ground was cold. I didn't know where I was, but I could hear footsteps above me, so my guess was I was in a cellar or basement of some sort. It didn't really matter though. I needed out of here if this mission was to be a success. I allowed for my left hand's knuckles to be covered with three protruding ice shards and shot at the rope binding my legs. The bonding strip split upon contact and the blood rushed to my feet. I wriggled my toes through the black cloth covering them for a moment before shooting another shard in between my two feet. I swung my arms under my legs so they were in front. Then I grinded the tip of the shard across the rope until it released my wrists. They too got their feeling back and I ripped the tape of my mouth.
Finally conscious and mobile I crept to the nearest slime-covered wall and listened carefully for movement on the floor above me. They were still consistent and in the same area. Trying to avoid the segment of the floor where they stood, I snuck along the wall, my hands groping for a window or something close to it. I ran into a broad thing that made a loud crack. It was then I realized where I was. I was in my old house and this was the desk I had pushed against the wall to escape the last time I was here. I clambered up the furniture and froze the window. The footsteps were getting louder and faster like they were bolting down the stairs. I could hear them unlocking the door and I shattered the window just as they broke in. I escaped just as they reached the opening I had crawled through. I heard them curse and head for the door, but I would be gone before they reached the top of the stairs.
I was on the run again; however they wouldn't catch me this time. I had the dark to protect me. Even still they would make an effort to recapture me and reclaim me as an example for any other mutant who dared rebel. To make sure this would be next to impossible I took a short cut through the New York City Cemetery. I raced to the middle of the graveyard and hid behind the biggest headstone I could find to catch my breath. I waited to make sure I wasn't followed. I didn't hear anything, so I got into my running position. Just then a twig snapped. That snap was like a gunshot at the beginning of a race and I was off.
I sprinted to the other side of the cemetery and scaled the iron bar gate only to land in the arms of a stranger. Someone else was there with the twig snapper waiting for me. His arms closed around me and lifted my feet above the ground, preventing me from continuing. I struggled, but the grip was too tight to break away.
"Let go of me!!" I screamed in frustration.
"Nah. Remy was sent to find you petite. Remy told that Remy must bring little girl back with Remy or else. So now Remy takes you to his place." The red-eyed man explained in French accent.
"Put me down!" I screeched, kicking the tall man in the in the shin with all my might.
His leg collapsed from under him and he had to release me. I landed on the ground and darted off again, but ended up in another man's grip. His arms were bare and rough, at least three times the size of his companions. His grip was much tighter as well, pressing me against his muscular chest. His shirt turned to ice, but it only sent him a few cold chills. He looked down at me with fierce eyes and a gruff face.
"This the kid swamp rat?" he asked in a tone as gruff as his face referring to the Cajun.
The man nodded his head in affirmation while still clutching his leg. "Petite girl knows how to hurt Remy bad."
"What do you want with me?" I demanded still struggling to escape in vain.
"Remy just wants to chat 'chere. That's all. No reason to go kicking Remy. It's not Remy's fault that Remy was sent here to retrieve petite girl." The man replied limping over me and the man restraining me.
"Chat about what?" I asked suspiciously. I began to kick at and fight the grip the gruff man had on me.
"Listen Icebox, the more ya struggle, the less likely it is that I'm lettin' go, so chill out." My captor said, speaking to me for the first time. "We're just messengers for Chuck anyway. He just wants to have a little talk. We want to help you kid."
I stopped fighting him and looked up dead into his piercing green eyes. "I don't want your help and I sure as heck don't need it." I stated coldly.
"Which is why petite girl is most wanted mutant in America, no?" Remy asked mockingly.
He released me and I backed away some. "Look, I appreciate both of you coming out here to come get me, but it was a waste of time. I'll deal with things on my own. I don't need help."
"And nobody's forcing ya to take up on the offer kid. No one but me. And I say that you're comin' with, like it or not." The muscular man commanded me like a military officer would have his army.
"Make me." I challenged, daring one of them to even try to catch me.
"Now 'chere, Remy don't want to hurt petite girl ,but Remy may have to if petite girl doesn't watch what she says." The Cajun warned, preparing himself for a fight.
"If I were you, I would be more worried about my own safety." I retorted.
"Do ya really think you can beat me kid? 'Cause let me get something straight for ya. It'll take more than one punk kid to defeat me."
"Yeah I do, but I'm not going to try. You've wasted far too much of my time." With that I ran at both men and did a handspring far over their heads and continued running, leaving them standing outside the cemetery.
I followed the road into the city where I came face to face with three sets of headlights. Through the dim light reflecting of the gravel I saw that it was my pursuers, all with guns aimed at me. One single man stood out in front of the black Dodge Rams, it was him. He looked right at me and stared into my eyes. I did the same. We had a stare down for minutes before he spoke.
"Why do you persist on running when you know I'll win. I always will be one step ahead of you. Now where's the disk?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing to the point where they were only slits.
"What disk?" I asked innocently, posing my body into the most threatening position I could think of.
"Why do you insist on playing games with me? You know if you would just cooperate we may consider letting you get away for now." He falsely offered.
"No you won't. You need me to be your example for all the others and I'm not playing your silly games. This disk's destiny has been preset and that is that I will destroy it. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." I retorted.
"Oh really. Incase you've forgotten, I am in control of this and you are merely a pawn who is about to be terminated."
"Do it then." I dared him, then dropping my voice added "let's see the great leader of the mutant haters shoot me, his own flesh and blood."
I knew he had heard me because his face whitened at the thought of one of his followers finding out that his daughter was a mutant. But it regained it's color when he drew his pistol in the air and aimed at my chest. I held my ground though. The pistol didn't scare me because I knew he wouldn't do it. He had had a chance like this before and he shot around me, not at me. He would do the same this time, simply because he's afraid. His face darkened and his eyes locked in mine. Then he pulled the trigger, but never moved his arm. The bullet was coming right for me….and it hit me in the chest seconds later. It was about time the man got some guts in him.
I felt the impact of the bullet and stumbled backwards a few steps as my blue blood splattered everywhere. I coughed up enough to fill a bucket along with the liquid spilling out of the hole. Knowing that they had me, I fled from the scene leaving a disappearing trail of blood behind me. I ran and ran, keeping sure that the disk remained secure in my back pocket, until I could run no more. Well, I could have, but I had lost too much blood to continue. I ended up where I had started and surprisingly enough, the men were still there. I stopped, breathing heavily and blood still oozing out of me, and stared at them both. They were boarding a big jet, but the shorter one stopped as if he sensed I was there. He stared back at me anticipating something.
I figured he was waiting to see what I wanted. So I answered, "I'll have this 'chat', but that's all I'm promising."
"Fine by me Icebox. Why the sudden change of mind?" he replied all-knowingly, as if he had figured I would be back.
"Lets just say I have my own reasons…." I stated, slipping under his extended arms to board.