AN: eh well it's been awhile since I updated. Sorry I hit a major writer block. That and I got into
Pirates of the Caribbean. But I have not given up on this! How could I? I look at this as my
fictional protest against hatred. But I am at an impasse on the characters, so I ask for suggestion
on each main character. What should happen to Kurt, Scott or Lance? Please give any suggestions
and if I use one I will credit you... PLEASE???

Disclaimer: Moo.

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Part 8: Revolutionary Normality
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Scott stared through the glass of the driver's side window at the place where he had always
considered safe. No more. Not for him at least.

He shot a glance to his two passengers. Lance sat simple beside him in the passenger side with a
large book open in his lap. He was ignoring the loud posters that were plastered on the walls of
the school proclaiming mutant evils. While Kurt was watching out the window with the same fear
showing through his eyes that Scott felt inside.

"Ready to do this?" he asked the two.

"Ich weiss nicht." Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Sure." Lance offered in a distracted way, still reading.

Scott spared him another glance, "I didn't know you could read."

Lance looked up at that. "I am not a complete idiot Summers. I can read." he returned his
attention back down to the book.

Scott leaned over, "What are you reading."

Lance moved the book away from Scott's eyes. "No, you'd just make fun of mean again and then
I'd have move a rock on your head."

"I wouldn't make fun of you."

"He'd only make fun of you if you were reading 'How To Win Friends and Influence People'"
Kurt quietly quipped.

Lance spared a surprisingly gentle look over his shoulder. "Nah, I don't care about winning any
new friends." he sighed and showed them the book. "It's called 'Profiles in Courage', it is written
by JFK. It's pretty decent and it talks a lot about having courage in suck ass situations." he glared
at Scott, daring him to make fun of the book.

"What is with your Kennedy obsession all of a sudden?" Scott scratched his head in confusion.

Lance shrugged, eyes still on the book, "I dunno, really. I guess it is just a vice that I latched onto
when all this shit started."

Scott nodded and looked back at the school. "We should get to class now, I think the worse thing
now is to be late."

The three mutants climbed out of the car and headed resolutely to class.

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Kurt sat silently in his desk as English class started. Whispers had sprung up as soon as he had
walked into class and taken his seat. There had been no outward threats at the moment but he
wasn't going to put it pass the students here.

He just kept his head down and ignored all the other kids and the pitying looks that Kitty and
Evan were throwing him. The girl with the pigtails on his left had a look of fear and loathing on
her face and scooted her desk slightly further away.

Kurt sighed and had a mantra going over and over in his mind. 'Ich bin gut, Ich bin gut. Ich bin
ein gute Jugen'

Ms. Vasquez walked in and immediately opened her book. Without so much as a glance, she
spoke to the class. "Alright. Now it is discussion time on the book. Do we have any volunteers on
which character they identify with the best?"

The class remained silent, all eyes still on Kurt.

"Class?" Ms. Vasquez pushed back her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Which character?"

Now sparing the class look, she took notice of Kurt, now slumping down in his seat in an effort
not to be seen.

"Ah, Mr. Wagner I see that you are back." Kurt winced in expectation of an insult. "But even
though you have been absent, I am sure you read the book?"

Kurt nodded numbly, still waiting for an attack.

"Then why don't you tell me which character do you identify with the most?" Crossing her arms
and clicking the pencil against her teeth, Ms. Vasquez waited.

"I um, I identify with..." Kurt broke off as he heard a hiss in his ear.

"Mutie freak." breathing was in his ear from the kid behind him. "You should have never come
back."

Kurt closed his eyes and sank lower in his seat. He wasn't strong like Scott or Lance, he couldn't
take this abuse. "Ich soll stärker sein." his whispered.

"Mr. Wagner?" his teacher prompted, not hearing his whisper or the threat.

"I feel most like Quasimodo." he murmured, "I feel half-formed. People now look at me with
disgust and revulsion and I am not exactly sure why. I rather be hiding on a roof looking down on
people instead of really interacting with them. Even in a crowd I don't feel apart of it, I feel
different. All because of a gene that my mother gave me."

'And because of blue fur.' he thought ironically to himself as he continued, growing more
confidant as he spoke. "I also feel blind and deaf like Quasimodo. I am blind to the reasons why
having the X gene is evil, I just can't see it. People were my friends without ever knowing that I
possessed the gene. Now those people hate me. Why? I am deaf to the threats though. They are
the same no matter who says them. I just don't listen. I try to be strong about it. But I can't
always be like that. I'll probably end up like him too. Dead and curled around the only thing that
ever gave me feeling. Whatever that may be."

Kurt sat stone still in his desk as he finished his little monologue. The class echoed his silence as
well. He could feel each of their eyes on his as he waited for a response. Then he heard the voice
of his teacher.

"Yes," her voice sounded a bit strained. "Ms. Pryde?"

Kitty was holding her arm up and as soon as she was called on, the arm drifted back down. "Why
is it we fear what we don't understand? Why did people fear Quasimodo and do fear Kurt?"

The teacher looked taken back by that question. "Well, it is human nature, I guess."

"Is it mutant nature as well?" Kitty pressed on.

"I do not know that, you and I are not mutants." Ms. Vasquez gave Kitty a struggling look.

Kitty just smiled and suddenly there were gasps from the entire class. Even a scream from a girl
that sat near her. Kurt whipped his head around in time to Kitty phasing through her desk and
sitting halfway through the floor and her head and shoulders poking out of her chair.

Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. "Kitty, nein!" But Kitty just smiled at him and phased back
up and in her seat again, solid.

"I am mutant, Ms. Vasquez. I know what my nature is. I fear too. But I am not evil."

"So am I." Kurt wanted to sink into the ground as he recognized Evan speaking up too, "I don't
want to hide myself just because some idiots think I am bad. I got a gene in my family that allows
me to harden my skeleton. It doesn't give me evil impulses."

The students and the teachers were now staring at the three. Some held looks of hatred and others
were in awe.

One girl, the same girl that shrank away from Kurt looked at Kitty and shyly asked. "Can you
walk through walls then?"

Kitty nodded, "Like yeah, it can be helpful when I forget keys and stuff."

"Could you get my math book out of my locker then? It is stuck and I need it for my next class."
Kitty smiled. "Sure, I can help you, like no problem."

The boy that had whispered the threat now looked confused. To Kurt he asked. "What was your
power anyway?"

"I can teleport."

There were nods from the people who had been at the meeting and remembered that. Others
looked amazed.

"That's kind of cool." snuck out of someone's mouth.

Kurt met Evan's shocked stare.

Something different was happening.

xxx

Scott and Lance both had history to go to. It was their only class that they shared. Jean was also
in there with them, though through most of the year in that class, Scott had spent more time
glaring at Lance instead of learning and gazing at her.

Now things we going to be different. Way different.

As soon as they entered, he could feel a cold frost in the air. Accusing gazes were everywhere,
even on the teacher's face.

Lance was ignoring everyone as he sat down. He was still reading. The teacher, Mr. White
jumped on that first.

"Mr. Alvers. I'd like it if you did not read in class." the voice was as icy as the room temp.

Lance steadfastly kept reading. "What?" he asked lazily, "You want me to stop reading about
history?" he set the book down and plastered a look of innocence on his face. "I did think that
was the class we were in though."

White glared. "What trash were you reading?" he snatched his hand out and scooped the book
away from him. "'Profiles in Courage' hah."

"Trash?" Lance raised an eyebrow. "It did earn a Pulitzer prize, ya know."

"I didn't know you could read, your grades sure showed that." the teacher sneered into his face.

Scott winced as it echoed his earlier words. If he hadn't had spent all his time glaring at Lance, he
would have felt that Mr. White was always putting Lance down and felt more angry about it. But
that was then, this was now.

But Lance spoke before Scott could come to his defense.

"I can read. And I know that it is a good book." he made a pass to get it back, but the teacher
moved it out of range. "I also know that the book is my property."

"And as a teacher of HUMANS, I know I can take it away."

There was a slight tremor beneath Scott's feet and he looked over at Jean for support.

"Tell, me White, did anyone tell you as a mutant, what I can do?"

White remained impassive.

Lance rolled his eyes back, signaling the start of an earthquake. The desks around the rooms
shook and clattered as the quake gathered strength. Scott was torn from stopping him and letting
it continue.

Just once he wanted these prejudice people put back into their place.

But the look of fear that crossed Jean's face was what made the decision for him. It wasn't fear
for her person, no she had fought Lance enough times to know how to avoid injury, no it was fear
for the other students in the room.

The same kids that would hate her if they knew the real her.

So he moved, he moved and gripped Lance's biceps and shook him out of his power-induced
stupor.

Confusion was etched on the others face as he stared up at Scott. It briefly crossed Scott's mind
that Lance's earthquakes were getting violent more quickly than they had in battles past, but the
thought was vanished at the sight of red near Lance's neck.

Placing his finger tips on either side of the other boy's neck he felt that redness. It was blood.

xxx

The anger that always boiled near the surface had erupted.

Again.

But it must have had a shorter fuse than normal today. Just that smug look on the imbecile's face
as he held the book above his head, just out of reach, was enough to set off an earthquake. It
wasn't large enough to effect most of the school, just the classes above them and on their wing.

But it was quick and violent for his mind.

When he saw the look on Scott's face after he had brought the walls of red from his vison down
and stared at him, he knew that he was bleeding. It happened after those prolong quakes but this
one had only lasted mere seconds.

What was going on with him?

White's normally ruddy face was pale and bloodless, but fury sparked in his eyes. Fury that was
only rivaled by Lance's own. Once he made sure that the ground wasn't going to shake anymore,
he stormed over to Lance and leveled his face to Lance.

Lance mastered his face not to reveal the disgust at being this close to a man that he hated and
considered not a prime sample of human attractiveness. Plus his breath smelled bad.

"Mr. Alvers. Are you aware that your Professor negotiated your return to this school on the
grounds that you do not use your powers." he gave an ugly smirk. "You just violated that
promise. You will be seeing Principal Kelly."

Lance stood abruptly and retrieved his book from where it had fallen. "You really should take
what you teach to heart."

"What do you mean?"

"I have to sit here and listen to you preach how hatred and prejudice cause wars, World War II
just an example. How it causes more damage. You stand there and read about the Civil War and
about all African-American regiments fight for their own freedom, how revolutions are spawned
in order to fight the oppression. Do you realize, Mr. White, that you are just spreading hypocrisy?
Why do these students need to sit there and listen to your string of lies? You don't believe those
men fought for true reasons. You are just some pale shadow of man. Less of a human than I am."
Lance brought him close to White and watched as a variety of emotions played out on the
teacher's face.

Lance only offered a small smile. "I warn you now, White, it is true that revolutions are born of
hatred, prejudice, and oppression. And if thoughts like yours continue, then there will be a mutant
revolution and it is obvious which side will win."

He turned and marched out of the room, firm in his convictions. The first move was made by him.
Even though Xavier wanted to find a solution peacefully, he knew that it can not be.

It wouldn't be a fear of an upcoming war. No. Lance smiled again, malice seeping in. No, no war.

Just a revolution.