Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Note: See if you can guess who'll be next!
Yeah, my pride was crushed. Crushed beneath a big, steel-cleated, boot. With a thousand pound person wearing it. And when your pride is crushed, you go straight to the most satisfying emotion- revenge fueled by anger.
I trained a lot after my defeat. Some people say I pushed myself too hard. I say: whatever it takes to make Drake die. I'd been using the Danger Room in Magneto's lair and each time, my opponent was a cyber image of Bobby. And each time, he won. But not this time. This time I was smirking down at the hologram as it fizzed and died away. It reminded me of that look Rogue gave me when I saw her in the cure line.
She was sad, scared, and nervous. We'd locked eyes and she knew that I told her she shouldn't do it. She knew! But she went in anyway. When she came out, I blew the building up. I didn't want more Rogues going in.
I didn't know why I hung around Xavier's for so long. I think it was mostly because of the free shelter, but I knew I'd leave eventually. The guy just didn't know what he was talking about! Peace? With humans? Yeah, right. The number one enemy of mutants isn't people like Magneto, it's humanity. Because humanity will never understand. They've persecuted many races, religions, countries over the years. They tell us how horrible it was, but they still do it. Why? Fear, most likely. My parents were afraid of me. Probably still are. Humanity fears what it doesn't understand.
When the cure was developed, they felt like they understood us more because they could control our genes. They felt in charge again. Boy, did we burn that thought.
Fire. It's always been in my blood. I can feel it, racing through me. I may not be able to create it, but I have it in me. And people said I needed an attitude adjustment. Yeah right. More like a genetic adjustment.
I'd always wanted to completely unleash it, to see how much I could do, but Xavier would never let me do that. When I saw how Magneto reacted to my abilities, I knew I'd be able to do what I wanted if I went with him. I was right. But, there were still rules I had to follow. (Kind of a deal, really.) He let me do what I wanted, but I had to help him crush humanity. I was more than happy to help. That is, until Magneto was crushed.
Sometimes my past comes back to haunt me, and I imagine burning the horrified looks on my parents' faces off. Just because they didn't understand, they hated me.
All I want now is sweet, sweet revenge. Revenge on my parents and revenge on that Popsicle. And I'll get it anyway possible. After all, I'm the worst of those dangerous mutants you hear about.
