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Chapter 2 – Whose Bright Idea Was This?

"Alright, get a move on!"

Out in the middle of the woods, the agents of Hydra had their hands full with checking in, locking up, and sending out mutants who had been brought in by their traitorous human friends. (Humans. You just can't trust them!)

At the head of the operation was Trask, who was given the duty of checking off each mutant and how much money each traitorous human would earn. Just at that moment, he was dealing with an elderly lady in a long flowing cape. The agents aiding Trask had just put her in chains and taken away her broomstick. The agent who had taken her broom broke it in half.

"You're flying days are over, Agatha Harkness!" he snarled.

"That's twenty pieces of silver for the witch," said Trask, handing the woman who had turn Agatha in a bag full of coins. The woman smiled and walked away. Once she was safely out of sight, her formed changed to that of a scaly blue woman. "Oh, Mystique, you're the real witch. But who cares? Now I can go buy that pair of shoes I've always wanted!"

"Whose next?" called Trask over the enormously long line that had formed in front of his table. Not too far from the front of the line was another elderly woman, leading an elfish-looking boy with blue fur. His hands were tied up and she was holding the end of the rope. As they waited, the boy looked around nervously. Everywhere innocent mutants were being locked up. He even saw a group of grayish-blue apes, one of which, the papa, looked like Beast. Okay, he was Beast, with a wife and a kid that looked like him. Each family member was in a separate cage, and the kid started to cry. "This cage is too small!"

The elf boy looked pleadingly to his guardian. "Oh, please don't do zhis! I'll never be stubborn again. I can change! Please give me anozer chance!!!"

The woman had been putting up with his whining and chatting for far too long. Now she had the chance to be rid of him. And she wasn't about that chance slip away.

"Oh shut up!" she snapped, threatening to smack him. The elf could only whimper.

"Next!" called Trask. "Whaddof you got?"

The line moved up, and a man with a teenage boy approached.

"This boy can make spikes grow out of his body," stated the man.

"I'm not a mutant!" cried the teen in defiance. "I'm a real boy!"

Just then, a hundred spikes grew out of his head, arms, and chest. Trask raised an eyebrow, pushing one of the spikes away from him. "Five shillings for the porcupine. Take him away."

"Oh no please!" cried the teen again. "Don't let them do this father! Help me!!"

The father simply took the money and walked away.

"Next! Whaddof ya got?"

The elf and the old woman were next in line.

"Well," said the woman, "I've got an elf!" With a quick jerk, she yanked the boy forward, causing him to look away from where the boy was taken.

"Hmmm," pondered Trask. "You know, technically elves are not mutants. They are a separate race. The fairytale patrol takes care of them. What makes this elf so different?"

"Just look at him!" cried the woman. "He has blue fur and looks like a demon!"

"Then how do you know he's not a demon?"

"He can also teleport!"

Trask considered this last fact for a moment, then said, "Well, I can give you ten shillings . . . if you can prove that he can teleport."

The woman quickly took the rope cuffs off the blue boy. "Go ahead little fella," she said in her sweetest tone.

Oh, ya! Like I'm goin' to fall for zhat!

The boy didn't move.

After several seconds of staring at him, Trask was beginning to grow impatient. "Well?"

The woman looked at him nervously. "Oh . . he, uh . . he's just a little nervous. He does it all the time." The she turned to him and hissed, "Teleport to fuzz-brained elf freak!"

Trask couldn't wait anymore. The line had to keep moving and unless the woman proved this creature could teleport and was in fact a mutant, he couldn't take him in. "That's it," he said flaty, "I've heard enough. Guards!"

The guards began to go forward when the woman tried to stop them.

"He really is a mutant! He is!" Her mind raced as she tried to find some way to prove she was right. Then an idea hit her. "Boo!" she cried, getting into his face. "Hiya! Hicka bicka boo! Pow! Shazam!"

The elf just stared at her like she had gone nuts. He still wasn't teleporting.

After a moment, Trask ordered, "Get her out of my sight!"

The woman continued to insist that the elf was in fact a mutant, but the guards wouldn't listen. She started to kick and struggle, in the process accidentally kicking a bucket out of the hands of a man with wings. The bucket flew through the air and came crashing down on the elf. The elf saw the bucket coming toward him and tried to teleport away. Unfortunately, his reflexes were too slow and ended up teleporting after the bucket hit him on the head. The bucket had been filled with some kind of yellow dust, and when he teleported he took some with him. It was only after he teleported though that he noticed he was floating off the ground.

"Hey! Cried the boy, just realizing what was happening. "I can fly!"

"He can fly!" cried the Angel.

"He can fly!!" cried the three little Blobs.

Trask was staring at him too. "He can teleport!!!"

The elf boy laughed. "That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying teleporting elf! You may have seen a house fly. Maybe even a Super fly; but I better you have never seen . . an elf fly!!"

Just then, the yellow dust disappeared. "Uh-oh," he mumbled just before he hit the ground.

"Seize him!" yelled Trask. All at once the elf was surrounded by agents, all of them diving at once at him. He managed to teleport away more quickly this time, avoiding all the oncoming attacks. He reappeared some few feet away and took off into the forest as fast as he could. He ran blindly forward, continuously looking back to see if he was being followed. Man, zis had not been my day! How can it get any vorse?

Just then, he ran into something.

Or rather, someone. Oh, please don't be a guard, please don't be a guard, please don't be a . . .

It wasn't a guard.

It was a Wolverine.

Sorry, I just feel like leaving this as a cliffhanger for now. I know, I'm soooooo evil!!! MWAHAHAHAHAH (cough)(cough)(cough) Whoa. Well, please read & review, or you'll never know how it turns out! BWAHAHAHA!!! Okay, you actually do know how it turns out, but just let me have my moment of glory. See ya soon!