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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once Cyclops had dismissed her, Mystique was quick to hurry to the A-wing of the prison. Apparently, prisoners who didn’t merit the rare inhibitor collars were kept in medically-induced comas or (if they couldn’t be sedated) put into the games outright. A-wing was the coma ward. Rogue had been put in charge of securing it.
Not that she’d been truly worried, but Mystique was happy to find Rogue glowing with stolen health, the two human guards in the room knocked out and secured. “Some days I worry I’m gonna end up really dumb and racist from leeching these peckerheads.”
“I’ll still love you,” Mystique said with coy maternity. “Cyclops wants the prisoners kept under until we can determine if they deserve to be freed or if they’ll actual threats. Let’s see if we can find someone with a power you can use.”
Mystique took Rogue by the shoulder and walked around the room, glancing at patients’ charts. It was hard to recognize anyone with their heads shaved and countless IV lines trailing out of them, but she made out a few old friends. And one decidedly not.
“The Schizoid Man,” she read. “One of the Liberators—those idiots who thought they’d set America on fire. Superpowers used for geopolitical squabbling.” She tsked. “Take him, Marian.”
Pulling her glove off once more, Rogue set her hand on the man’s forehead. His face went varicose, while Rogue’s own skin writhed in dealing with the influx of new power. Then, Rogue simply split into two.
“Whoa!” the first Rogue said to the other. “You’re me!”
“No, I’m you!”
Raven grinned wryly. “Well, Marian, I never did want you to be an only child. Try making a few more. You can sweep the complex all by yourself!”
It was much like when Rogue had absorbed Madrox’s power. With a little concentration, she and her double split and split again—ending up with eight Rogues, which made her woozy enough to think she’d hit her limit. The Rogues gave each other admiring, critical looks, appraising their own looks from different angles, before splitting up to check the building.
Mystique watched them go, flush with pride. Her baby girl was becoming quite the little freedom fighter. It took her back to when she’d first met Marian, a wide-eyed little girl in desperate need of someone to take care of her.
Her nostalgia did not extend to the next patient down the line. Charles Xavier. She pulled some of his IVs loose, halting the flow of sedatives to his brain. She wanted a nice, long chat with him. It’d been too long.
***
“Did you know,” Dr. Cornelius began, “that you—all mutants, really—are descended from niggers?”
Scott’s visor gave him a good poker face. If Cornelius was trying to provoke him, it wouldn’t work. The rest of the Brotherhood had left, prisoners with them, leaving him alone with his strange quarry in the empty, devastated control room.
“I’m getting ahead of myself.” Dr. Cornelius was wizened, ancient—Scott pegged him as being in his 90s, if not over a hundred years old. Like the evil that men do, he seemed to have lived on past his own body’s expiration. “We’d just won the second World War. Captain America was gone, but the Super Soldier program remained, as did the Chitauri technology we’d captured—divvied up between us and the Russians… Nazi scientists… you’ve heard of Operation Paperclip, yes?”
Scott wasn’t interested in war stories at the moment. “Why are you here?”
“I came with the inhibitor collars. I invented them, and Mr. Adams paid me a great deal of money for them—a few other anti-mutant precautions I’d thought up. I’m not greedy. I simply have a great many grandchildren, and I would like them provided for.”
“The inhibitor collars—how do they work?”
“I was trying to tell you,” Cornelius insisted coyly. “A super arms race began between the USSR and NATO. Every country wanted its own person of mass destruction—Captain Paraguay and whatnot. I helped work on Dr. Erskine’s formula; America was ahead of the curb. We just needed to get back in the game. So we experimented. Negros, prisoners of war, chain gangs, even the homosexuals Germany was so good as to keep in their concentration camps. Did you know there is a rare-earth mineral in every human’s bloodstream specifically to keep them from reacting to cosmic radiation? I once theorized it could’ve been put there by an alien species at the dawn of man. Isn’t that interesting?”
“How do the inhibitors work?”
“Oh, not unlike Thallium or Hutchinsonite. The rare-earth mineral I told you about—I wanted to call it Cornelium—well, if you draw all of it out of the blood, then expose the body to high doses of cosmic radiation… mmm. Mm.” Cornelius bit his lip. He nodded. “Yes.”
“The collars are ‘Cornelium,’” Scott reasoned.
“Just a few milligrams from the average, normal person. Forged into a collar. They prevent the body’s intake of cosmic radiation—that wonderful energy that lets you shoot optic blasts from your eyes and heals your wounds. Without that, the body’s production of mutant genomes shuts down, the mutations can’t be powered—you’re ordinary. Quite a frightful feeling, isn’t it?” Cornelius smiled. “Ready to ask the real question now?”
“The research. What did it lead to?”
“In most cases, nothing. A few killed or became quite… freakish. That jolly green man in New York. Still others became mutates. We didn’t make much progress on that before being shut down. I have to say, though, I have to say, we were far too softhearted. Those we’d done the procedure on who were apparently unaffected, they were just allowed to leave. The homosexuals didn’t do much harm, I’ll give you that, but all those Negros, all those POWs… released into the population, they bred, and when their children got together with the children of another test subject, the mutation became more pronounced. Until here we are, with the X-gene fully disseminated into the population, self-selecting stronger every day. An experiment escaped into the wild.”
Cyclops said nothing.
“Oh? Did you think you were humanity’s next stage of evolution? Shame. An intelligent man like you should know that evolution doesn’t work that way. It makes species adapt, it finds them niches, it doesn’t give them laser eyes for no reason. Or did you think it was God’s will that you inherit the Earth? I know that’s what your magnetic boss is always saying in his little podcasts. But you’re wrong. You’re not special. You’re failed experiments, each and every one of you, and we will never forget that. We’ll never allow you to supplant normal people—the descendants of the Negro and the mental patient and the Gypsy and the Hebrew and the war criminal—“
“Look me in the eye when you say that,” Scott interrupted.
Cornelius looked up.
Scott turned the dial on his visor.
***
Charles came to slowly. Mystique watched him flounder into consciousness, leaning over the foot of his bed with her gun dangling from her hand. One of the drugs given to him was disodium selenide, which would interfere with his psychic abilities, but Mystique was taking no chances. One rustle in her head and she’d put one through his shoulder, put him back to sleep that way. Hard to mess with someone’s mind while you were going into shock.
“What—what is this? Raven? What are you doing here?” He sounded drowsy. Weak.
“Just catching up with old friends. I don’t have many left these days. Not since your friendly humans started wiping us out.”
“Raven.” His vision cleared. “What’s going on?”
“Don’t bother using your abilities, I’ll tell you. It finally happened, Chuck. The humans came into your school and they took your students. Erik just thought they’d be put into camps. We never suspected they’d be hunted for sport on live TV.”
“The children,” Charles said with difficulty. “Are they alright?”
Raven flipped her hair a little. “As far as I know. Don’t worry. The Brotherhood is checking for them now. We saved you. When all your enlightened liberal friends and political contacts and NPR were wringing their hands, watching it happen, we saved you. Never forget that.”
“I won’t. Just as I won’t forget why I can’t take a morning jog anymore.”
Mystique straightened. “If we’re going to rehash the past, I could recall a certain blonde student of yours you decided was more beguiling than me. Hurts my feminine ego a bit.”
Charles raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you choose to remember? After all this time? I didn’t know you cared.”
“Yes you did.”
“No, I didn’t. You never let me in, Raven. You never even hinted that you needed me, not like Emma did—“
“Don’t say her name.”
“You sell yourself as being such a cold predator, but you care. You care so much and you have no way of showing it. I wish… I wish we could’ve found a better way…” Charles ran his hands over his face, feeling the stubble that had grown while he’d been asleep. “If you’ve come for an apology, I’ll give you one. I was a much younger man then, and not at all a wise one.”
“No, you were right the first time.” Raven tapped her temple. “I’d find it a bit insulting, having you tell me how sorry you are when we both know you don’t regret a thing except that chair of yours. But I do want to thank you. That boy you brought up, Scott? And he was always more yours than Erik’s, wasn’t he? He’s a good man. Not like us. He actually cares when he hurts people.” She stared down Xavier. “More than he even cares about whether he can sleep at night or not. I like that about him. And I really like how he fucks like an act of God.” Raven licked her lips. “I’ll tell him you said hi. Then I think I’ll suck his cock. You know how good I am at that.”
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