The Aftermath (4/?)
- All the ratings are in the first chapter of the story! Enjoy!
"Alright everyone, this mission is not going to be easy. We have to
make the whole human population believe that this girl is dead.
We're going to gain access to the execution as the press. There will
be millions of civilians there so we should be able to blend in and
we must remember that none of the civilians get hurt. Watch
yourselves, if one of us gets caught there could be severe
consequences," Prof. Xavier drilled the team. The team consisted of
Scott, Rogue, Bobby, Kurt, Storm, and himself. Xavier had to admit,
it wasn't much of a team but it was all he could muster up. He was
sticking out his neck here; he didn't want to send anyone in because
this mission was one that he saw as almost impossible to
accomplish. "If at any point something goes wrong, I'll say abort
and like in that movie, everyone walk away immediately, no questions
just walk away. Okay? Lets go!"
Eric Lensherr strapped on his seat belt as he revved the
engine. Mystique was sitting in the seat next to him but she had
taken the shape of a woman they had killed from the press about a
week ago. She would be their cover, so that they could get in to the
prison to get this mutant out. Both knew that they had to get to
this mutant "612" before Professor Xavier and his do gooders. Eric
knew that Xavier would try to capture the mutant also and sway her to
his side while Eric got nothing. As soon as Eric saw the mutant on
the screen the day before he knew she was one of the powerful ones.
As he drove the van toward the place where the mutant was being held
he had no idea exactly how powerful this mutant really was and the
strange thing was neither did she.
612 slid down the wall into a sitting position as she
contemplated what she would say when they asked her for her final
words. "Hmmm, life is like pissing in the wind? Karma exists." 612
was done reasoning with humans they obviously were too ignorant at
this point to understand exactly what they were doing. Finally, she
decided to remain silent and maybe a martyr for the mutant cause.
Ever since she was little she had heard the word martyr used with
such high regard but she never thought that she would end up being
one. Her father had been a reverend in a catholic church and her
mother a doctor. She always remembered her father saying, "Jesus was
the very first Martyr, he was different and people didn't like that.
So out of their ignorance they killed him, they had no idea what they
612 would never compare herself to Jesus Christ but the
stories were very much alike. So for the first time in a long time
she prayed, "Jesus, I don't know what to say. Haven't talked you in
a while, but I really need your help. If it's my time to go then so
be it, but I need you to give me the courage I need to get through
this. I can't do it without you. Thanks for always taking care of
me and please take care of me and all the other mutants there are out
Just as she was finishing her prayer she heard footsteps on
the walkway that she recognized as the security guards. As the main
door burst open she was greeted with a, "time to die you cruel
bitch." 612 chuckled, "well good morning to you too! Why so grumpy,
did you not get your donut this morning?" In a sarcastic manner she
bent down to pick up the burnt bread that she had been given that
morning, "here have some, I'm not going to eat it." "That slop,
isn't fit for my dog!" He replied gruffly as he grabbed her arms and
yanked them behind her back. "My sentiments exactly, officer."
She was shoved out the main door into the cool New York air, "Nice
day isn't it," she said smirking, just before a black sack was put
over her head, so that she couldn't used her "powers."
The mission had gone off without a hitch so far, the X-men
were in position ready for what was to be thrown at them next.
Little did they know that Eric and Mystique were also in
position. "Mystique, get closer to the stage so that you can maybe
see what they're planning," Eric instructed. "Bobby, get closer to
the stage so that you can maybe see what they're planning," Xavier
instructed. Bobby neared the stage and converged on the same point
as Mystique. As soon as Mystique saw him she looked him straight in
the eyes and said, "Excuse me son, I don't think you're suppose to be
here." "Yes ma'am, I'm part of the press, I'm here to see that damn
mutant killed," Bobby responded trying to be convincing but not
achieving his goal. Storm snorted in laughter when she heard Bobby's
response, but then she recognized the reporter. "Uh, Scott isn't the
reporter that Bobby is talking to the one whose body was found washed
up in the bay about 7 days ago?" Scott leaned in to get a better
look at the woman, "Hell yeah it is!" "Mystique, it's got to be
Mystique," the professor said from his and Rogue's station in the
jet, "so that means that Eric wants her too. But why?" "Beats me,"
Scott replied, "but that means we're going to have work faster and
more smooth then Magneto and Mystique." "Keep your stations and see
what happens. Bobby dodge her anyway you can, she knows what we're
here for, we just can't let her know we know their here too."
"I think I'll go to the other side of the stage to get a
better view, excuse me," he said as he pasted Mystique and made his
way through the crowd. "Looks like their going to use some kind of
wood, their setting it up behind the curtain. Umm, you guys I think
they're planning on burning her, because they are putting lighter
fluid all over the wood." "All right Bobby, good job now get out of
there and come back to home base. Kurt, are you in position?"
Kurt pulled the long black executioners hood aside and looked
around. "Yes, I am in position," he replied in his Dracula-like
accent. "You're going to have to do a little improv here until Storm
can get a clear view, be careful Kurt," the Professor responded.
Mystique made her way past the curtain that divided the stage
from the crowd to the place where the execution was to take place on
the stage. The executioner walked toward the wood that had been
piled in a Salem witch-like style on the stage. Mystique jumped back
behind a wall as he removed the back piece of wood and threw it
behind a prop that had been pushed aside. He poured water in a
circular pattern around where 612 would be standing. "Ahhh, one of
the jolly do gooders is already at work," she thought to herself. As
the executioner moved back to his place at the side of the stage
Mystique transformed herself into the president's advisor and walked
toward the back part of the stage behind an extra curtain that had
been placed to hide the props usually used on this outdoor stage.
Mystique was hopeful that someone would be back there and would
graciously give their life, and as she passed the curtain there was a
middle aged woman standing by herself checking the amp
system. "Perfect," Mystique thought to herself as she came up behind
the woman and broke her neck. Now that that was done all she had to
do was wait.
612 jogged trying to keep up with the officer who was taking
her to her execution. She couldn't see anything, so it was
impossible to use her powers, but she felt a growing feeling of dread
as she sensed she was getting closer to death. She tripped as the
officer pulled her up the steps to the stage and skinned her elbow as
she hit the floor hard. She scrambled to her feet knowing that if
she stayed down to long she would be kicked again.
Finally, they stopped walking and she was picked up and re-
placed and then bound around what she figured was pole of some kind.
Kurt grimaced as he saw his worst fear before his eyes. He
had always feared being killed in a fire and now he was supposed to
set his fellow mutant on fire and hope that Storm could get a
rainstorm started quick enough to put the fire out before it got
close enough to hurt the mutant. It was a weak plan he had to admit,
and he was scared he would not be able to retrieve her in time to
pull her to the jet that was hovering just overhead. He was scared.
Mystique positioned herself so that she could quickly slide
the body of the other woman in the place of 612 and her and the
mutant could make a run for it toward the van that was sitting in a
lot behind the stage. They would be gone and everyone would just
take the other woman's body for the mutant's. The plan was weak she
had to admit but she knew she could pull it off. But deep down
inside Mystique felt a feeling she didn't get often, she was scared.
612 was terrified as she felt warmth near her toes and now
all around her legs. "They're going to burn me!" she thought in
sheer panic. She expected to be killed obviously, but in a swift and
exact fashion. She had imagined she would only hurt for a minute and
then be gone.
The curtains rolled back so that the crowd could see the
execution. As the flames began to cut into 612's skin the crowd
cheered loudly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the rubber soles
of her shoes melted and soon she knew she would be consumed.