Thanks to Shy FX for the review! And to everyone else --we've seen you've been reading! Thank you!
kmf's stuff: well, chap 2 was all curt's. Had to return the favor. This is sorta like a intermission, bear with me. You'll see more of your fave characters again in the next chap. This one was just necessary to give you an insight for the next chap. Enjoy!
curt's crap: All props to Davis! Inspiration bit her hard, and aren't you all happy? ;-)
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Chapter Four
The old man sat, half in shadow, staring at the president. They had been talking for a long while about what to do, but hadn't come up with any idea's yet. Finally, he spoke on the one idea he'd had ever since the Pyro kid had attacked him.
"I think the registration law needs to be enacted. And I also think that we need to make a law that restricts mutants using their powers in public. Make it so that if they use them in public they get arrested and sent to Alcatraz." he said. The president's head snapped up to look at him, eyes dazed by the mere prospect of the proposition being laid at his feet.
"If we do that, it will mean war. Are you prepared for that? Because I'm not. No, enacting those laws would be a stupid idea. The mutants would rebel and we'd never hear the end of it." the man said. Worthington leaned forward, face suddenly in the light. The president flinched when he saw the half mutilated face of the man who had invented the cure, burned and scarred from the attack he'd suffered.
"Whether you like it or not, I have basically already waged war on the mutant community. I will no longer sit back while these... mutants terrorize people. How can you?" the old man asked. The president blinked and took a second look at the man's face. With a sigh, the president nodded.
"I did because they were my people. But I guess you are right. They terrorize their own people. War has become inevitable. I will make the announcement tomorrow."
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"It is with great hesitation that I have accepted the proposal made by Mr. Worthington. As of today, the mutant registration laws are enacted. This requires every mutant to register with the government. The second law being enacted is a law that requires mutants to refrain from using their powers in public. If any mutant does not follow this law and continues use of their powers in public, we will arrest the mutant and have them placed in Alcatraz. These laws were never meant to be enacted, but after the attempt on Mr. Worthington and several others, we find it necessary to put some restraint on the mutant community and the way they use their powers. That is all I have to say." the president said, before turning from the podium.
As he walked off the stage, he couldn't help but wonder what he had done. Seeing Worthington standing behind the curtain, he walked over to the man and looked out of a opening in the curtain with him.
"Have I truly done the wise thing here? This will mean war, Worthington." he said, sighing from exhaustion.
"Yes. This was the wise thing to do. And yes, this will mean war. But for now, all we can do is get ready. We are going to have to fight." Worthington stated, before disappearing down the hall. With one last glance and a sigh, the president followed him, hoping against what he knew would happen.
(The lyric in the page break is from "Image of the Invisible" by Thrice.)