AN: Hi! Thank you for stopping in to read my story! Just to forewarn everyone this story has the potential of being very dark. I base this on the idea that mutants are still treated poorly and are often met with hostility. The next generation now must fight to continue to have their freedom. While there will be appearances by canon Marvel characters, this will revolve around original characters. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review!
Prologue: The start of a new War
The day had begun dark for many on the morning of November 4th 2036. They declared the night before a new president. One that declared change for many who lived in the United States of America. The ones who were safe, celebrated the victory, took to the streets with joy, promoting their new president who promised them safety and happiness. He had taken the people's fear that had grown over decades and swore that the change would take place if they elected him. And he was.
There were many promises that held their loved one's close to them, worried for their children and what it would mean for them, for their future. Many of them were getting ready to graduate from High school and move forward into the world. They had dreams they wanted to follow. With the news circulating about plans to destroy what they had built, everything would change.
Mutants. Since the discovery of their existence we have regarded them with fear, suspicion and often hatred. With time there had been improvement. The fear of some, turned to understanding, discussion brought to light alternative views, and it was time that brought many together. But it only takes one to bring that fear back. Inciting fear to the mass majority, causing panic to spread. Neighbors would turn to each other, and hate crimes once again rising. Children being cast out of their families, their friends turning on them. It only took one man.
That one man became the most powerful person in the United States, and that one man made promises that people wanted kept. The older generation spoke volumes, remembering the times when they dealt with the mutant crisis decades before. They blamed others for the lax laws toward them, demanding to reintroduce the registration act.
It was one man who ignited the flame. It was the people who kept it burning.
Reports started coming in less than a month after they swore him in. Attacks on mutants occurred, even with no proof. Slowly there was a decline in mutants going to public school. Slowly there was a rise in missing mutants, under the age of eighteen. Slowly, mutants feared more and more for their lives.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly.
A year into his presidency. They hospitalized an adolescent girl about the age of fourteen after being brutally attacked in New Orleans, Louisiana. Reports of the girl being bullied for years surfaced. Her red on black eyes. The media called her the daughter of the devil. The President made accusations that she had provoked the boys, all of them seventeen and eighteen years old. They said she threatened them. They said she used her abilities on them.
They said.
They said.
They said.
She remained in a coma for two months, unable to defend herself. Her family fought for her. Her family stood up for the girl they knew she was. They fought for her when she couldn't fight for herself. That family did everything they could. When she woke up, her father was at her side. When she woke up, she had a lot to say.
They tried to silence her.
They tried.
The girl sparked protests around the world. She used her voice to bring justice to the boys who had hurt her. It failed. They tried to anger her. To prove she was a loose cannon. They failed. They tried to turn her into an evil representation of mutants. Showing the world that she was why people feared mutants. They wanted people to see her as aggressive, angry, and unpredictable.
They failed.
Over time, the girl's face faded from the media, but her voice was still out there for those who needed it. She never stopped fighting the war that was raging, even though she lost her personal battle. They wanted her to give up. She pushed back in a way they had not expected. Not with violence, but with words. They wanted her to incite fear, but what she gave was hope. They wanted her to divide the mutants and unknowingly brought them together by trying to use the child.
The years continued to pass, and the laws tightened for mutants. The year 2040 came, and the Mutant Registration Act passed, the last thing signed by the president before his re-election. When he won again, the panic began.
Rumors spread of gated communities being set up for mutants, watched over by the newly resurrected Sentinel program. Tests being distributed for the gene, hoping to expose those denying they were different. Mutants went into hiding, some went underground, where the Morlocks took them in and helped them adjust to an alternative life. Xavier's School for the Gifted remained untouched, because attacking a school was not okay. Inside the Baxter building and Stark Tower rumors of mutants being hidden stirred, some questioning where the other heroes stood.
While the government raised their army to defeat the enemy, they had created. Their enemy continued to prepare for the inevitable. The X-Men prepared their children for the worst-case scenario and had been for years now. The children weren't so young now; they didn't just shrug off what was happening because they couldn't do anything. Now they were older, now they could fight. Now they could vote, now they were legal adults. While many of them held the same beliefs as their parents, they were the same ones nearing their breaking point. They saw too much, and they had done too little.
The minor rebellion that had formed comprised many teenagers, including the devil-eyed girl that had been assaulted when she was still young. They had received word of a raid and moved from their southern hideout to a building in New York city. The small group had rallied with the leaders of the Morlocks, an underground mutant group that lived in the sewers, to gain access and help get as many mutants to freedom as possible.
The buildings in the lead given to them were the most known and recognizable, the Baxter Building, Stark Tower and Xavier's School for the Gifted. All three rumored to be hiding mutant individuals. They watched and waited. They stood on guard. They felt the gush of wind move past them as the lights came on in Stark Tower and as vehicles left the Baxter building.
"Vehicle heading north on 42nd Street." a masculine voice came over the communicators. "Team Alpha is pursuing. Team Beta, continue to watch Xavier's, and team Omega, try to locate whatever the gust of wind was, we may have a speedster that left Stark Tower."
"Got it mate! Team Beta is in location Ookami." a fresh voice, a male with an Australian accent replied.
"Good," Ookami said. "Team Alpha is moving in, we are going silent. Keep the comms free. Report to Hades until Alpha is back online."
A series of confirmations followed the orders, before the communicators fell silent on all sides. Ookami turned to a man, and a youthful woman who stood further back. "Let's move." The man told Ookami, who responded with a nod. "We follow the truck. The only mutant in that building would have been Karla Storm, the daughter of Johnny Storm. Many others are in original locations shown before the raid." he paused and watched his two companions. "The convoy will have hostiles, we will have to go in with full force."
"Understood Daken." Ookami responded, both men looked toward the female who had remained quiet. "Are you ready for this Rebel?"
"Ah've been ready for a while now. Let's shut dim down." She said, her red eyes glowing in the darkness. "They'll get da message when we're finished."
Moments later, metal his concrete and shots were fired.
AN: Hope you enjoyed! I appreciate reviews!