TITLE: Magneto's Bad Day
AUTHOR: Mara Greengrass
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SUMMARY: What was the point in being one of the most powerful mutants in
the world if you couldn't even catch a cab?
DISCLAIMER: These people belong to Marvel Comics and Twentieth Century
Fox. I just fantasize about them.
NOTES: Just so you know, this is all Artaxastra's fault.
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Honestly, Erik thought as he strode down 15th St, what was the point in
being one of the most powerful mutants in the world if you couldn't even
catch a cab?
He'd just barely resisted the urge to drop some of the cabs that had
zoomed by him into the Potomac, and then decided to simply walk. The
weather wasn't altogether horrible and it would allow him to walk off
the bad mood casued by his restless night and subsequent headache.
Around him, the homo sapiens went about their business and he did his
best to ignore them, from the self-important lawyers in their fancy
clothes to the disgusting children with their bad manners and
deliberately ragged clothing.
He was ignoring them. Ignoring th--
Erik stopped and turned to face an earnest young woman holding out a
pamphlet to him. Her t-shirt said "Jesus Made Me Kosher."
"Please, take it," she said, shoving the pamphlet at him.
Erik stared and her smile faltered slightly.
This was a member of those 'Jews for Jesus' he'd heard about. His stare
turned to a scowl. The young woman didn't know who he was, but she knew
this wasn't going well.
She took a step back and with a quick gesture, Erik dragged a newspaper
box behind her. She bumped into it and he stepped forward to stare down
"My people died by the millions in World War II," he said.
"People like you did it."
"I do not like you," he said carefully.
"And I'm having a bad day already."
She stared up at him, eyes wide.
Erik stepped back, taking her pamphlets with him. Carefully, with great
attention to detail, he ripped every single one into several pieces and
dropped it into the nearest garbage can. When he was done, he stepped
back, raised his hand, and dumped the garbage can on her head, scraps of
paper floating around her.
He was startled to hear applause. Turning, he saw a small group of
people clapping for him.
Erik smiled and continued down the street with a spring in his step.
Really, it wasn't such a bad day after all. Even if there *still*
weren't any cabs.