CRY FOR MERCY ch6
- DISCLAIMERS AND SUCH ARE IN CH1
"Looks like it's going be a full house." Earl noted as everyone began
taking their seats. "Yeah, well, I think most of us are waiting to
hear what the Reverend Stryker as to say." Floyd whispered as the
room became quite. Everyone could see that Rev. William Stryker was
ready to take the pulpit.
He was a nicely built, average height, rather attractive, and very
charismatic white male who looked to be about 55 years old.
He had proudly taken on the crusade of purifying the world of the non-
human species known as homo-superiors, beginning with his one and
On a fateful day so long ago, he and his pregnant wife were traveling
through the Arizona desert when their car went off the road and
rolled over several times before stopping. He delivered their baby
alone with his wife unconscious, only to see that what had come from
her body was not human, but rather a hideous monster. William Stryker
followed his instincts and instantly crushed the new-born baby's
skull with his bare hands. He then broke his wife's neck for the
crime of bringing such an abomination into this world. Seeing that a
great deal of gas had leaked form the car, he lit a match intending
to kill himself for his part in his wife's crime. But miraculously
his body was thrown from the explosion and his life was spared while
his wife's and child's bodies were burned beyond recognition.
After many years of struggling with the guilt and shame of what had
happened on that day in the desert, he came to the twisted and
perverted understanding that it had been God's will to spare his
life, for the sole purpose of cleansing the world of these "creations
He began going from church to church twisting the scriptures to fit
his means as wolves in sheep's clothing do.
His message of fear and hate for the mutant-kind spread like a wild
fire through out the land, consuming even the tiniest fragments of
rational thinking within the minds of ordinary men and women.
His `ministry' grew within a very short time. The world was changing
so rapidly and drastically, no one seemed safe from the enviable. He
had become the voice of a frightened class of people needing
direction and guidance under such peculiar circumstances.
William Stryker looked out to his loyal flock. They were confused,
frightened and alarmed. They needed him to reassure them that
everything would be fine; everything was going to turn out as they
were hoping for. It was under these types of circumstances that
allowed men like Stryker to peddle their messages of fear and hate.
Giving the mob someone to blame, someone to make the scape goat for
all the worries. All the while never realizing that they were like
sheep being led to the slaughter house.
"Today, my brother's and sister's we were dealt a heavy blow. But our
cause has not ended. We still have our mission to accomplish."
Stryker's voice was solemn and sorrowful. "One of our very own has
left the flock, and walked away from his calling. Senator Kelly
turned his back on his own kind. He is now a damned creature, and God
shall judge his soul." He paused for a moment and bowed his head in
silence. It was as if he had closed a door and locked it behind him
for good. He then continued.
"I have spent this afternoon in prayer and I have asked God to show
me what He would have us do." He glanced up and saw the faces in the
hall were hanging on his every word.
"For many years now, we have tolerated and tried to accept these non-
humans, as members of our society. We have tried to use peaceful
means to find some way to exist together in harmony. All we have
asked for is some simple and fair means to protect ourselves and our
But the enemy does want to live with us in peace and in harmony, but
rather it is their intention to conquer and annihilate us. Why else
would the mutant fear registration? Why do they need to hide
themselves like the roaches in our homes?" He allowed his voice to
raise and fall to achieve the desired affect.
"If we cannot take control of our enemy now, through peaceful and
legal means, then for the very sake of our survival, we must not be
afraid to take the next steps in this holy war."
Once again he looked out to see the faces of his audience and he was
quite pleased. He saw in their ordinary faces filled with the anger
and animosity a good soldier must have for his enemy. But to ensure
he had the mob's unwavering attention, he needed a visual aid;
someone from the audience to hold up as an example of a righteous and
true soldier for such a time as this.
He scanned the faces but found no one worthy. That is until he
noticed that one chair in the hall had a person sitting in it who was
not even yet old enough to shave. `Perfect.' Stryker thought to
"God has just spoken to me." The false profit declared. Stryker
walked away from the pulpit and motioned that the boy be brought to
him. Floyd and Earl just stared at each other in confusion. "You
don't suppose he knows about the kids parents do you?" Earl leaned
over and whispered to Floyd who shrugged his shoulders and
replied. "Well if that's so, then I'll just say I didn't know."
"What do you think they'll do to him?" Once again, Floyd shrugged his
shoulders. "All I know is if anything bad happens to the kid, Connie
won't speak to me for a week."
When Graydon was brought up on stage, the Rev. led him to the front
to face the audience. He stood behind the boy and put his hands on
"David was a little boy, no older than this, when he was called to
slay the giant Goliath. He knew his calling -he wasn't afraid because
he knew God was on his side."
Stryker paused and turned Graydon around to talk to him. He held the
microphone, so that everyone in the hall could hear Graydon
speak. "So, young man, what's your name?" The Rev. spoke in a kindly,
grandfather like voice. "Graydon." The boy spoke plainly though his
disposition hadn't changed any.
"Graydon, are you tired of seeing mutants in your school?" The boy
nodded his head. "Are you tired of hearing them whine about their
rights?" Again he nodded. "Are you willing to do whatever it takes to
stop these unholy creatures from taking over the world?" He didn't
answer, but he did look to be very interested in the man's words.
The Reverend then took the mic and began to once again address the
"I have learned from reliable sources that it was mutant terrorists
who are responsible for the attack on the Statue of Liberty last
night. They now go so far as to defile one of our great nation's most
precious and sacred monuments. This just proves how evil and Godless
these children of Satan truly are. This act cannot be allowed to go
unpunished. Who here will stand up for OUR freedom? Who will stand up
for OUR rights? Who will fight for OUR right to exist?" Stryker
paused for effect. "Who among you is a giant killer?"
More than half the audience was on there feet, applauding and
cheering; ready to run out and get their guns that very moment if
their leader only asked.
"We have so little time and so much to accomplish, brothers and
sisters. I'm afraid that Senator Kelly will not be the only one who
betrays his own people. Many of you will be led astray and fall
Then to play on the people's emotions Stryker re-focused his
attention back on Graydon. "You look like a smart lad, Graydon. Tell
me, would you believe a mutant if he tells you he's your friend?" The
boy shook his head. "If you find our one of your teachers is a
mutant, would you go along with everything they tell you?" This time
Graydon spoke up in the mic. "No."
A fiendish smile streaked across the Reverend's face. "Oh thank God
we have such smart and wise young men to count on. Promise me
Graydon, that you will stay true. Promise me that you won't give up
this just and righteous fight; no matter what."
Reverend's Stryker's words lit the pathway to which Graydon was
suddenly made aware of. It was his destiny and fate to ensure the
safety of human kind. Graydon proudly accepted his calling, and at
that moment vowed his loyalty to the Friends of Humanity.
Earl and Floyd just sat back in amazement. Once again, Earl leaned
over and even more quietly than before, whispered to Floyd. "Are you
going to tell anyone about his folks?" "Hell no!" Floyd
confirmed. "And you better not either if you know what's good for
"So, is somebody gonna get me some new clothes or what?" Sabretooth
grunted to Scott as they entered his bedroom. "I gave the list of
things you wrote down to Mercy. She seemed happy to do it."
Sabretooth growled and gave Scott an uncomfortable look. "That art
teacher better not bring back any fagot clothes." He warned before he
then flopped down on his mattress and folded his arms behind his
head. His long legs hung over the edge of the bed, but that didn't
seem to bother him.
He let himself roar a long, tired yawn and carefully scratched
himself under the chin with his sharp claws. "Call me for dinner,
OK." He ordered as he once again folded his arms behind his head, and
closed his eyes for a nap. Scott was beginning to feel like
Sabretooth's personal butler. Hopefully in a day or two, a routine of
some kind could be established so that he was not solely responsible
for keeping the felinoid out of trouble and this nonsense would stop.
"You'll be eating in here tonight. We haven't had a chance to tell
everyone about your extended `visit' here. We don't want a bunch of
freaked out kids hitting the panic button the first time they see
you. By tomorrow morning Mercy should be back with your clothes and
most likely everyone here will be alerted to your presence."
The villain picked up his head with a confused look on his face. The
fact that people had to be `alerted' to his presence made perfect
sense, however what else Scott said sounded a little off. "Should be
back by tomorrow? Where's she going? New York City's Fifth Avenue?"
"You wish. Well, knowing her, she's more likely to end up buying your
clothes at a second hand store in Greenwich Village. But hey, I made
sure she knew you don't want any `X's on your clothes." Scott somehow
felt a little better saying that. Especially when he saw the look on
Sabretooth's face once he learned he could very well end up with a
bunch of used clothes.
Scott then informed the `guest'. "Actually we're never sure where
Mercy will run off to. She has a real bad habit of just going where
the wind takes her. Even if we did know there's no telling how badly
she would get lost from here to there and back again."
"What? She don't have a good sense of direction?" Sabretooth was
beginning to wonder what if any usefulness she had.
Scott smiled and joked. "If someone gave her a map, she'd still find
some way to get lost."
Sabretooth just shook his head and closed his eyes for a nap. "Oh
well, she ain't my problem. Just make sure my food's hot -n- plenty
when you bring it to me."
Scott rolled his eyes and bit his tongue. Why was he always the lucky
one to end up babysitting the jerks who came to x-mansion. Scott
managed to keep his composure however and he closed the door and set
the alarm to Sabretooth's room.