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Point Mutations Fatal Reaction

- 146 Years Ago -

Don't let the field stop you. Don't let the battle be the reason. Get to him. Faster faster. Don't follow his pace, follow the pain. He scourged the prairie, damaging nature's original paths. Does he even care what he's done? The lives he's ruined? The pain.

It will last forever and nothing can undo any of it. This man, this murderer meant to cause it. And for that, I'll have him with or without help from the one thing that should have prevented all of this. But it didn't. It refused to obey.

He stopped, turned with it in his hand. It went deep, so deep as to seize the will to fight back, for the mutant genes to avenge such a dangerous feat. But it didn't. He withdrew the dull rusted blade almost with surprise for his bold move. The air was taken, skin was parted and warmth grew along my neck. His success was already pouring into the yellow field below. There was no breath, he sliced my throat, managed to go deeper than any worn weapon could.

"Why did you have to chase me? This wouldn't have happened if you just stayed, you stupid stupid girl. Why did you chase me?" he tightened a fist around the handle, the knife still stained by its previous kill and now with my own blood.

I needed to answer him, to scream over the battle's cannons soaring not but a few yards away. The Civil War. But how could I? Raging thoughts wouldn't reach his ears.

You killed them.

Everything I love, everything I sheltered, cherished, was supported by, is gone because you entered our cabin and decided to take it all. The lives of my sick mother, crippled uncle and very young sister. Gone. But it wasn't to be heard because soon the warmth trickling down my front was going to bleed dry.

It wasn't until these very knees buckled that I realized he had already disappeared along the sidelines of the war. He, a wandering Confederate soldier, who refused to leave our plantation, killed the ones I loved, and has now killed me. When one such cannon blared, these convulsive legs couldn't hold steady and collapsed completely into the high grass. The dirt and fallen wheat buds moved like snow from the heavy impact.

Why hadn't this curse, this gift listened? It kept silent while the soldier shot, stabbed and killed my family. And now, he had sliced and tore me apart, by the throat. Death is so near.

The soft valley became deeply rouged by blossoming crimson. It must be heavy, the flow, its stench was clear. But from the dying soldiers not far from where I lay, it was blending in all too much. The battle was still going strong yet the hills, trees, flowers, plants, even the grass weren't listening to my pleas. No critters or animals were near enough to call for. I couldn't hear or feel their songs, their voices, their soothing touch. But other voices came. Such voices that were much closer than the war. Two low, deep voices.

"A cannon? A bullet would be understandable but a cannon? You could have dodged its path. And now look at you, there's practically a hole in your chest."

"Just drop me here."

"We're missing all the action! Our second battle Jim, second battle and you couldn't see that ball plummeting towards you-"

"Look it's already healing alright? Let up," he nudged himself into a crippled stagger but its focus was held elsewhere. Whether out of the previous quarrel or lack of care, he, along with his companion, fumbled perfectly over the near corpse and disappeared within the high prairie.

"The hell?"

"Don't move Victor."

How much higher must this pain rise, why won't it end? This skin must be near boiling. Heat waves marked my outer vision, only the center remained untouched by growing fever. It wasn't enough to breathe. To see who was touching me. They didn't go near the wound but smeared the blood as though they didn't understand where it was coming from.

"Don't touch her. She's as good as dead. We should leave her in peace-"

"Give me your hand."

"What for? Hey, no, don't, we can't do anything for her. We're not doctors. Let's go before they find us here. You need time."

"Give me your hand, now."

"No, don't do that. Why else would a woman be out here, in the middle of a war? To disappear along with the rest of the bodies that's why. This could be a suicide attempt, you're ruining her chances. Stop trying to help, I'm sorry but we need to go. Come on," the pair of examining hands were nearly lifted but a brief, meaningful struggle seemed to bring another pair even harder upon my throat. Inside the opening, on top, one upon the other, they both covered it completely.

Could you die from pain? Could you scream with your throat sliced? Could you cry without tears?

Yes.

Because there was no injury, no taste of rotting metal, no abrupt beats. Air infiltrated every possible opening. It moved, reviving my lungs, pumping my heart, soaking the driest region, bringing life to an already lost marrow. Flesh upon flesh was stitched, ironed and fastened. New blood grew behind its work and filled the emptiness. The heated vision grew cold and sealed. And the sight of two pained, dumbfounded men bore into its healed finish.

And there it was.

Parts of us were deleted, exons were removed, genes were added, point mutations were introduced. And my such point mutations were these two men, two mutants, brothers. And theirs, was me. It took this simple touch, an attempt to suppress the bleeding, a lost cause yet an exact moment of evolution.

It's why I couldn't save them, my family. I was evolving. My mutation was growing into something more. Only it was taken much further than it intended.

They saved me, touched me and the evolution did the rest.

a / n

YouTube Vid is up for this story. I needed some inspiration and got it with some pretty nice clips of Logan and Victor haha. The link is under the deviantart one. And you can't click on it like you could before, FF is messing up with profile links. Sorry for that, it's a copy and paste style.

And excuse the delayed writing as well, I always write in whatever I truly feel like, course reviews help. I was also real surprised by how many people favorited this, like whoa, thanks for that.

This one is short I know, but there's going to be another chapter up soon. I split this up into two chapters bc it was getting pretty long compared to others.