August 26th, 2012 – 4:23am
“Hurry up! You don’t know what kind of freak security they got here!” A brown-haired man with piercing blue eyes that shone in the light of flashlights was barking orders in a fierce whisper. With him were nine other figures that couldn’t be identified due to the white hoodies they wore. The front of the hoodies read God’s Pure Ones. They had with them three wooden crosses that they were raising. It was hard to see in the dark, but to each cross, there was a person nailed at the hands and feet. The one on the far right had a girl that could be no older than seven, auburn hair cascading in tresses down far past her feet. The one on the far left held a woman – She was obviously pregnant, but where her legs should be was a massive mermaid’s tail. Her flesh was lightly scaled and she wore no top. Her blue hair hung limply around her shoulders, covering her face. And in between them both was an elderly man with a face filled with wrinkles, each one earned through the trials of his life. While the other two were nameless, this man was widely known. Eric Lensherr was the leader of a group of mutants who craved homo superior rule and the subjugation of homo sapiens. The people putting them up on crosses saw them as the Devil’s children sent to wreak havoc upon the world. They thought what so many did, but they were the ones who finally began to take extreme action as a group. And this was step number one. They were just outside the gates of Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters, placing these crosses where everyone could see. They were sending a message: We’re coming for all of you. And we don’t show mercy. Not to the young. Not to the old. Not to the pregnant. Your days are numbered. They hadn’t raised the crosses yet because they were too busy stripping the mutants of their clothes while being harassed by the green-eyed male because they hadn’t done it before placing them on the cross. “Jesus! Ya dumb fucks! We went over the plan a million times. I know this place is creepy and filled with demons, but the Lord will protect us.” They seemed to believe that as they drew daggers and began to carve upon the flesh of the people before them. Horrible, terrible things. Freak. Mutant. Demon. Devil’s Child. Abomination. Death to the Devil’s Bastard Children. With blood-stained hands, they lifted the crosses and propped them up before taking off into the early dawn.
“Nyeeaaaaaahhhhhh!” A scream of terror reverberated throughout the Estate grounds. It wasn’t a normal scream, by any means. It was high-pitched and ear-splitting, rattling the windows. It seemed to echo and repeat, hitting abnormal frequencies. It came from a young woman at the gate who was on her knees at the crosses, sobbing uncontrollably. She was with a group of people in matching dark suits – There was a red-headed woman, a brunet man sporting a bow and quiver upon his back, an African American man with an eye patch and trench coat, a Nordic man in a nice suite, blonde man with an All-American sort of look to him wearing a black shirt and dress pants, and then two men with an intellectual gleam in their eyes wearing suits that looked like they were worth more money than a helicopter. They all had wide eyes, standing there and simply staring in shock at the sight before them. One man finally pulled out a phone and began placing phone calls…
It all happened so fast. Media soon swarmed the place, calling out for the staff to speak on what was going on. The woman with raven hair who had been the first to seem the gory sight was the one to answer them. She told them that it was just another attack on the mutant community. “What are you going to do about it?” They asked. The woman had taken full-time position as the Head Mistress of the school and the Leader of the secret team known as the X-Men only three months prior. She answered with a conviction that told she wasn’t lying. “This action will not go unpunished…No mais.” With her words given, she returned to Xavier’s and tried her best to ease everyone’s pains. Eric Lensherr was buried beside his best friend. A statue was erected alongside Charles Xavier’s because he fought hard for mutants to be free from prejudice as well. Maybe not in the best of ways, but he still fought.
Another shriek rang out. And another. And another. All over the Estate, cries of terror were ringing out. Why? Because children began to lose their mutations. By the next morning, it was all over the news that mutants were losing their mutations one by one. By the thousands, even. A group called the Sapien League formed and began to exterminate those that remained. They weren’t religious fanatics. Just humans looking for people to hate. Mutants that could escape their wrath fled to Xavier’s or would go into hiding away from civilization. Those who lost mutations would go on to live normal lives or seek a way to get it back. The kids at Xavier’s who had lost their mutations? Well. Those who were given to the Academy by loving parents who only wanted what was best got to go home or stay if they chose. The others who were forced to Xavier’s by others or by lack of having a real home either stayed or ran away to kill humans. Either way – There are only a recorded number of 201 mutants left in the world. And 79 of them are at Xavier’s. You’ve got adults who are living in the compounds that were built recently and you’ve got the kids who have been asked to attend school. The staff is trying their best to provide a normal life for these people while figuring things out…
September 13th, 2012….4:28pm
Cataleia del Rosario
It was around the time of year that more mutants would come to Xavier’s and learn to control their power at the hands of a colorful variety of professors and various staff members. As Cataleia peeked out from behind the velvet auditorium curtains, she almost cried. Normally, she would have to say ‘There’s so many…’ But that wasn’t the case today. She looked on and she saw…so few. There were 201 mutants recorded to be left in the world. Including herself and her staff…eighty-six of them were here at Xavier’s. And only a few of them were children. She had taken down a record of only eighteen students. The rest? They were just people trying to survive. Ousted by their families and friends. Taking a deep breath, the woman checked her iPhone. It was almost four-thirty PM. She should begin her announcement. Slowly, she took a deep breath and summoned all of her courage and will power to walk across the stage with a bright smile. There was a round of applause and some cheers as she stepped up to the center of the stage; where there was no podium or microphone. She had parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by a number of catcalls and wolf-whistles among a few comments; Cataleia was a rather beautiful woman and had the ego to think herself a Goddess. Her hair was jet black, cascading in thick curls down just behind her knees after years of only trimming dead ends. Her figure was to die for, as it showed in the outfit of choice for the occasion – A black body suit that showed ample cleavage and hugged every curve of her body, matching the heeled black boots that she wore. Cataleia almost always dressed in jaw-dropping clothes. But this was her uniform – She had only just gotten back from a meeting on board the UNN Alpha and didn’t have much time to change. Removing the smile from her face, she cleared her throat. “Welcome. Welcome one and all to Xaviers’ School for Gifted Youngsters. Although, most of the world likes to call it Mutant High.” She smiled at the soft laughs as she tried to lighten the tension in the air. “You are all here for a few reasons. One…Is because you’re special. Gifted. Unique. You were blessed with amazing powers like so many others once were. And two…Is because most humans can’t recognize that. Don’t ever believe that you’re an abomination. That’s ignorance and stupidity. That is fear talking! People fear mutants because some abuse their powers. They hate the many for the actions of few. But do they hate their fellow humans? How many human rapists and murders are there that get off better than a mutant who robbed a bank?” She was getting worked up now, her Hispanic voice tone growing a bit more powerful with each word, and so was the crowd. “I don’t like being in hiding. But we have to be the bigger people. We must wait. You are safe within these walls! Myself and every other member of the X-Men and anyone on my staff will die for any mutant that we can save. We’re a dying people. But we won’t die. We won’t let them destroy us. Even if they did, more would come. Were we not humans once? What makes them think that they are safe from their own hidden genes? Yes. Mutations have vanished all of a sudden…But genes…they don’t just disappear. It is my theory that they have only recessed for a while. They will be back!” The crowd roared in approval. “We will wait here. We will carry out normal lives here. We will show them that we are here to stay. Mutant and proud, we are the Children of the Atom! We are Homo Superior!” The small crowd jumped to their feet, clapping, whistling, crying out and roaring in approval as she stood there with a smile on her face. “Thank you…” She held up a hand, motioning the crowd to hush. “I know that there are only eighteen of you who have yet to finish school. I think one or two haven’t even been allowed to start. But I assure you that you will get top notch education here. And we will teach you…to control your powers and to fight with and without them. As of now, you are Apprentice X-Men. Each and every one of you. Because as of August 26th, 2012, the humans declared war. And with our numbers so low, we need every able body person. But I warn you…If you use your powers for malicious intent, your training will end.” She grew serious, narrowing her eyes. The entire time she had been speaking, not a single microphone of any time was to be seen. “But, for now. You must get acquainted with your new home and your new family. If you would all please retire to the lobby.” People had been there for a while, but Cataleia and the others hadn’t decided what they would do. Cataleia herself had decided that they would not openly wage war, but instead remain civil and continue on life as normally as possible. Not everyone was happy with the decision but there was no changing her mind. “You will get maps of the school and room assignments and dinner will be served.” The lobby was set up in a way to give the feel of a formal gathering, with a nice dinner and soft music. She watched in silence as the seated crowd left, headed to the lobby. She exhaled slowly and turned around, left with her colleagues. “Well. Time for the meet and greet.” She put on a dazzling smile, showing no hint of stress before hopping off the stage and heading after the others.
Zalika had long since been ready, but she didn’t show her face until last minute. Dressed in the same uniform as Cataleia, even wearing her long, snowy hair down, she snuck onstage just as her friend’s speech began. The lightest of smirks danced across her face throughout the speech – Kitty didn’t speak very many words, but the ones spoken were indeed powerful. It showed through the positive reactions in the crowd. Though, Zee did frown as the X-Men were made known. The X-Men were once a secret covert ops team. Zalika only knew about them at a young age because of her mother’s affiliation with the team. But most students could go a while without knowing and they certainly weren’t put through training for it without some sort of assessment. Zalika had spent so much of her life training to perfection just to try out for the team! But…she did understand that they were low in numbers and they had to take what they could get. The X-Men would soon become an army if things escalated any further. Not that she had any such qualms with an army. The humans had several of their own, so why shouldn’t they? The mutant known as Hurricane to many didn’t hate humans, per se. To many, it seemed she hated generally everyone. But those close to her knew better. Zalika couldn’t stand the blindness of the humans, though she herself didn’t see humans or mutants as any different other than a single different gene. But according to Professor Xavier…they all had that gene. And Kitty was right…Many of them were human once…Why do so many humans think themselves exempt? Oh…right. They were protected by the grace of God. She shook her head at her thoughts. Where she came from…Wakanda…Such mutations weren’t mutations. They were viewed as gifts from Bast. Though, those who used their powers for unsavory actions were thought to have been gifted by Sekhmet. Zalika shivered at the mere thought of the Lion Goddess – She had once nearly lost her life to that vile Goddess. Zalika herself thanked Bast and her mother for such gifts, and was rather dismayed that her mother had been among the many that had been depowered during the event that everyone had come to call M-Day. But, as Cataleia said: Mutations don’t just disappear. And if anyone would know anything about mutations, it was her. Zalika snapped out of her thoughts, hearing Cataleia address them. She almost snarled at the idea of a meet and greet, her lips pulling back to reveal recently filed canines. She had all four of them done, deciding recently to complete her feline appearance. Her eyes were the beginning of this, though she was born with those. As of lately, she had been working a lot on her agility and flexibility. She had been seen lately with a pair of cat ears that were attached to a headband – Fake cat ears, of course. Most of her friends assumed that it was another ritual to Bast, and they weren’t completely wrong. She was actually showing her dedication for Bast, requesting to be blessed with the abilities of the felines that she loved so much.
Sighing, Zalika followed suit of Cataleia, glancing behind her at a young girl who didn’t look any older than seventeen or eighteen. The girl was staring off into space, shuffling a deck of tarot cards. Shaking her head at the absent-minded young woman, Zee moved lethargically down the aisles and slipped past the doors, leaving them wide open. Once in the presence of others, she almost cringed at the sound of them all talking at once. Once upon a time, in her earlier childhood, Zee would have been bubbly and happy to assist. But now, she just wanted to go back to her attic.
Throughout the whole of Cataleia’s speech, there was a young woman on the far end of the line of people, staring off into space with bright chocolate eyes. Her hair was a mirror of Kitty’s, though hers had been pulled up into a pony tail. Unlike the others in uniform or professional ‘teacher’ wear, she was wearing a tight white tee and a pair of baggy jeans that had holes in them. Her jeans, shirt, face, and arms were smeared In grease and her arms had a few cuts and scrapes. Upon her hands were a pair of black gloves. About her waist, she wore a tool belt that was filled with a variety of everyday tools and a few other high-tech ones. Her figure wasn’t nearly as flattering as any of the other women on stage with her, being of average build. It looked as though she were only just now hitting puberty. Orfelina stayed in her daze until she could feel someone’s eyes on her, boring into her skull for a few moments. She snapped back to reality, seeing Zalika staring at her before she had left the stage. A blush covered her face as she fidgeted before following suit. As she entered the lobby, she flinched at the number of people. It wasn’t much, certainly far less than the amount she grew up around – But most of them were strangers. She thought for a second that maybe this could be a new start for her. As a child, she was often the object of bullies for being an orphan and basically a lab rat. Of course there were other orphans, but she was the runt of the litter. She had a feeling that things would be better this time around – But she still didn’t want to hang around. Instead, she made a quick getaway and ran outside. She ran and ran and ran. She ran all the way down the driveway to the garage, not stopping to look back. She needed to think. She arrived skidding to a halt at the doors, pausing to punch in the security code. Massive titanium doors slid open to reveal a large variety of vehicles: Custom cars, future car concepts, Harleys, dirt bikes. You name it, it was there. Lina made her way to a 2013 Mustang Cobra – She had a few connections – It was white as snow with a cobra design on the side rear half. She slid her hand along the side, looking underneath the hood with a smile of pride as she whispered. “Did ya miss me baby?” She sang softly her favorite song as she worked. It was a rap song, but she was a rapping failure so she had formatted it for singing.