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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
- 62-65
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Eloi Chapter Thirty
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� Beauregard still
looks for her. It�s almost sad but it�s
cute too. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink,
Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Got it fixed
for sure this time! Morgan: *glomp
* Readers/Reviewers: I�m gonna take a
wild-ass guess and say this one is going to hit at least 60 chapters. ;) Thanks
for reading/reviewing when you can!

Callisto did not know exactly when she had begun to hate
those who lived on the surface. The
Eloi. She could not remember the day, the
time her hatred was born. She had dim
memories of the past, of the time before the alleys beneath the city, the
Tunnel and it�s ever growing citizens.
Every day, it seemed, a new mutant arrived, someone disfigured by the
gene, someone forced to live below ground, away from those who considered
themselves �normal.� She had heard of
Magneto, heard of his plans to make war on non-mutants, and knew it was not for
her. She did not want to wipe out the surface dwellers�She just wanted to live
among them in peace. _Ironic, _ she
thought bitterly. _I hate the norms but
I want to be able to move through their lives, see them and interact with them,
as if I am one of them. _ She knew, above ground, it was night
time. Darkness had fallen hours before
and the people had changed. Few were
hurrying to work, moving like bugs in their scuttling, hard shoes in and out of
the polluting cabs and cars. She had
little respect for personal conveyances and tolerated mass transit only because
it did not cause as many problems for the Morlocks. The tunnel dwellers, those like her, were
awake now, moreso than in the daylight. They could move more freely on the surface
now, the darkness hiding them, the unwillingness to see that which did not
belong protecting them from norms who might otherwise attack them, harm them in
some way. �Spyke,
wake up,� she hissed in the darkness, toeing him with her boot. �It�s time.�
�Mwah?�
�Wake. Up.�
She prodded him more definitely, rolling him over onto his back. �It�s time!�
Caliban was nowhere to be found and this both
irritated and worried her. It was not
like him to vanish like that, at least not without telling her he would be gone
for a while. They had a deal, a plan in
place to make sure everyone stayed safe and that included reporting in when you
were planning on going away for any length of time. They had lost a few, early on. One had been beaten to death by some college
kids, drunk on something vile and their own perfection. They had picked and prodded and when Nora
fought back, they destroyed her, left her body in the sewer she crawled out
from. The others� they had simply
vanished. No trace of them had ever been
found. �Evan, wake up!� she barked,
shaking off the bitter memories and grief.
�Now!�
He sat up
slowly, rubbing his eyes and yawning.[1] �Time�s it?�
�Time to
get up,� she snapped. �We move in five.� She turned and picked her way through his
messy space to the ratty curtain hanging across the �doorway�. �Clean this place up tomorrow. It�s disgusting. We�re not animals.� She did not linger to see what his reaction
would be. She did not care. She stepped out into the narrow tunnel, an
offshoot of the great one, and looked both ways out of habit. She was truly alone. She turned and headed towards the main body
of the tunnel, the massive one built during the height of the Cold War in the
futile hopes it would protect those special enough to be chosen from the city�s
hierarchy in the event of a nuclear blast.[2] Tonight, she thought with a hint of
uncharacteristic glee, tonight things would begin. The Eloi would learn that they could not
ignore their other halves, the darkness under the stairs, the imperfection on
the bloom. She swung into the Tunnel
proper like a soldier on a mission. The
groups gathered to talk and trade items parted for her, no one protesting as
she strode almost blindly through, heading for her own quarters, her weapons
and materials. _The Eloi will not forget
us now. We will not be a footnote to
their history. _ The vial Essex had
given her thumped in her vest pocket, beating against her ribs with each step
she took. _Emergency measures, _ she
reminded herself. _Only to be used in an
emergency, not in anger, not in frustration.
_ She did not trust Essex
but he offered them hope, a way out of the never-ending futility of their
existence as society�s rejects. _He�s
right. We deserve respect. We deserve respect from the Eloi. _ Callisto shoved
aside the thick blanket that hung before her private quarters and stepped
inside before turning on the precious battery operated lamp that stood on the
battered, mildewed chest of drawers next to the entrance. Her scarred face showed plainly in the bright
light, the dusty mirror reflecting the visage that had drawn unwanted attention
on her visits to the surface. Unbidden,
her fingers moved to trace one of the scars, old pain resurfacing for just a
moment. _I am not unworthy. _

Caliban winced as the sewer grate pinched his finger. Callisto had not
come to him. He had not really thought
that she would. Feral and Thornn, the felinoid sisters with
their love of violence, remained behind, unaware of his plans. They would want to come, he thought. They hated the norms almost as much as the
norms hated them. It had taken him the
better part of the day to reach his destination and even then, he had had
help. The sluice of river water, diverted
through storm drains and culverts, had pushed him along, taking time off his
trek, and putting him at the very edge of town.
Now, pushing the grating back into place, he felt a sense of
accomplishment mingled with her nerves.
The plain brick building rose before him imposingly, no outward sign as
to it�s identity, but he knew. �Saint Dymphna�s,� he breathed, tasting his voice, trying it out
in the darkness. With a slight smile, he
added, �Here be Eloi��

[1] I don�t
know why but Evan strikes me as that type, to never wake up when he�s supposed
to and even if it�s urgent, to take his own damned time doing something just
because he doesn�t want to be inconvenienced.

[2] Callisto was the one who discovered the alleys and tunnels
and decided it would be the best place for the Morlocks
to go. They had been abandoned since the
sixties (the tunnels, that is) and were mostly undisturbed and linked to
several other alleys and tunnels under the city.
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