When I was a sophomore, the Scarlet Witch said "no more mutants" They called it M-Day Over a million mutants lost their X-gene. Just like that. Done and over with. I woke up at Xaviers to people panicking. To kids dead in the swimming pool, who used to live in the water. Fliers hitting dirt and dying. We didn't even get to take a breather before Emma Frost was picking and choosing kids for the New X-Men. People were celebrating. Every news channel was talking about how great it was. Mutants were abandoning their homes, lives they'd spent years building up.
Every kid at Xaviers who lost their X-gene was put on a bus to take them away from the school. Someone fired a missile at that bus. I dug through the wreckage to try and find survivors, but they were all fucking gone. We filled the schoolyard with gravestones.
I spent the next seven years getting thrown around from place to place, person to person. Emma, to Scott, to you, to Rogue, to whoever decided it was their turn to hog the spotlight and tell what was left of us what to do. Seven fucking years for us to pull ourselves together again enough to exist without all the infighting, killing each other off, torturing each other, when everyone else in the world was plenty set on it already. We beat death back home. Foley and the rest of the Five figured out how to store someone's psyche, create a new body for them, and put them into it.
But none of that matters because we're back to square one here. We're being called something different, and we're getting targeted all the same. Bad press will evolve into genocide, and I am not watching that happen again.
You're not dead here. You don't get a vacation. You need to get your ass in gear before I come over there and make you do it.
cw child death, genocide
They called it M-Day
Over a million mutants lost their X-gene. Just like that. Done and over with.
I woke up at Xaviers to people panicking. To kids dead in the swimming pool, who used to live in the water. Fliers hitting dirt and dying.
We didn't even get to take a breather before Emma Frost was picking and choosing kids for the New X-Men.
People were celebrating. Every news channel was talking about how great it was. Mutants were abandoning their homes, lives they'd spent years building up.
Every kid at Xaviers who lost their X-gene was put on a bus to take them away from the school.
Someone fired a missile at that bus. I dug through the wreckage to try and find survivors, but they were all fucking gone.
We filled the schoolyard with gravestones.
I spent the next seven years getting thrown around from place to place, person to person. Emma, to Scott, to you, to Rogue, to whoever decided it was their turn to hog the spotlight and tell what was left of us what to do.
Seven fucking years for us to pull ourselves together again enough to exist without all the infighting, killing each other off, torturing each other, when everyone else in the world was plenty set on it already.
We beat death back home. Foley and the rest of the Five figured out how to store someone's psyche, create a new body for them, and put them into it.
But none of that matters because we're back to square one here. We're being called something different, and we're getting targeted all the same. Bad press will evolve into genocide, and I am not watching that happen again.
You're not dead here. You don't get a vacation. You need to get your ass in gear before I come over there and make you do it.