Epilogue:A New Dawn On Our Lives
I never thought that this would be how my story drew to an end. I always expected for it to come to a finale with me laying in a pool of my own blood with a bullet in my skull and a beast luring over me. I guess I'm here for one last time to tell you all that I'm fine and my family is safe. Our lives were set before us that day we rode in the helicopter to the Capitol. Our decisions were made when we announced where we wanted to go. That's a big decision to make on the spare of the moment, but almost all of us had a dream. We met the president, and he said that if we named it, he'd make it happen. I remember the tension as each couple grabbed hands and talked in hushed whispers. The Migration would probably be split up. It made my stomach knot as we decided to go our separate ways; we were always welcome to visit each other, of coarse.
Kale and I went first, becoming the "official spokes persons" for all the genetically mutated people in this world; as suggested by the head of the country himself.
Flair, Ice, Alex, and Jace decided to form a small group to take part in the extinction of Schools across the face of the earth, meaning they practically went around blowing things up and wiping any existence of the dreaded facilities off the globe.
Selene, Ryan, Storm, and Ebony, with the permission of Dr. M, chose to work with the CSM to welcome escaped experiments. The mutants came in droves, and they would help every one.
Max and Fang took their girls and settled down in a little double story house. Iggy, Ella, Gazzy, Angel, Lucy Dee, Nudge, and Hillbilly moved next door. Dr. M watched over them as they aged. Trisha went home and she and Sylvia lived like nothing happened. Arnold Arbrown, Kale's father, was stunned to learn of his son's survival, and the little family came to visit us a lot, even if we were in the middle of a speech or interview.
Melee and Jester lived with us for a long time, but their fascination in our front page spotlight grew boring and they eventually went to live with Dr. M. This left only me and Kale to talk out against the wrongs of the world, and to give our past. It was hard, people searched for faults in our lives every minuet.
Flair happened to stumble across many rogue experiments. The children recovered, the few that could actually function, where sent to live in privacy with Night, Gloom, and Gazzy 2, who now likes to be called Drake, in a solitary grey building in the middle of nowhere. One of these escapees came to live with me and Kale. The kid, when he was rescued, was frail and weak. We were advised to show the child to the public for then to see what it's truly like. Now we tote the boy, Rebel, around like he was a valuable piece of merchandise.
All in all, our story draws to an end, or so we thought. The School fought back, and so did some of the public. As time passed, word seeped out that they were encouraging the extinction of all mutants. Their first target: The Bird Kids. The next generation is being prepared for the slaughter, and the human population is growing more outraged by the minuet. Our presence grew into a wretched curse. The humans started to twist into our enemy. Groups are forming to wipe us out. Some humans, however, stand by us and find us as great protectors in this new world crowded in fear.
This is not goodbye, my friends. This is me passing our legacy, my legacy, down to the next generation. From the cold bars of captivity to the last freedom cry you've been with me. Through the fights, love, and pain you've been here crying along with me. I only ask of you one last thing before I hang my hat and shed my banner; live for me. Fight for me. I'm in your school, I might even be in your class. There's people like me out there. There's versions of me roaming your halls. The fat, abused girl that hides from the mean taunting of the popular crowd, to the strange boy who shows up to class late displaying a new bruise everyday, even if he tries to conceal it. I shared this story, a story of triumph, with you. Even if we never stop fighting to live, we need to hang on; lean on each other. These creeps, freaks, and weirdos that you laugh at are like me; like my brother and my sister. You don't know the difference you can make.
Now my time has come to an end, old friend. Thank you for being here; for loving and understanding me when no one else would try, well except Kale. The next era will know of your service and support; God knows they'll need it. When the light of hope goes out we need someone to be there to light it. I've passed this responsibility on. It's all a part of life.
Life is a battlefield; sometimes I want to live it, and others I just want it to end.
Life; my battle field.
Some will stand,
Others will fall,
Some will hail
Above it all.
Some will chant,
Others will mock.
Some will scream
'Till throats rub raw.
Some will stand,
And others will fall…
-Gwen Orksmith
Found scratched in the base of a metal cage in a storage closet at The House of Despair.
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