Changing suits

Erise Lensherr stared out her window and into the night just as her oldest friend wasng fng forced to call it quits for the evening. She wore her suit of purple and red armor, the helmet sitting on her table. Her long silver hair flowed down her back in loose threads, blue eyes cold and thoughtful. She stared into the inky blackness from her study window not really seeing anything, only remembering and planning.

Charlene and Erise had once been very good friends. Best of friends in fact. They had met in Israel so many years ago and quite by accident found out about their common bond as mutants. It had been clear from day one that they had very different views about the world. Differences that eventually drove them apart to opposite sides of a coming war.

The sad truth was that Charlene had been spoiled as a child. Erise did still love her but the dreamer had lead nowhere near as hard a life as Erise had. Absently she started rubbing her arm where numbers had been tattooed into her arm.

Not nearly as hard.

While Charlene had lived in a mansion with all the money he could want as a child, Nazi’s had taken Erise prisoner, separated from her family and lived through hell for the next 2 years. There hasn’t been a night she hadn’t gone to bed crying and alone, waiting in terror for the guard on duty to come into the barracks and choose his victim. All too often it was Erise. The girl with the silver hair and hard will that they loved to reduce to hot tears. She could still smell the stink of their breath and the ripping pain that caused the blood to flow.

Too this day she couldn’t carry a child to term because of the damage to her womb. One time in a bid of desperation to have children she had her eggs placed into a surrogate. Twins were reaped but such disappointments. One, a boy, with the characteristic rage and arrogance of all his sex, had to be put away into an asylum. The other, a girl who looked all too much like hetherther, who whored around, defiling her body.

Just the thought of a male touching her made her shudder. It wasn’t that she was a lesbian but she just found men so loathsome. So arrogant. So inherently evil.

Her and Charlene had many a battle, both verbal and physical over who was right about the mutant problem. Charlene though humans could learn to live in peace. Maybe if Charlene had spent one day as a Jew in Nazi Germany, she would see the truth of the matter.

At first Erise had thought that the problem would be humans in general trying to keep the next step in evolution fhapphappening but then her mind had seen the irrovable truth.

Men were the problem. Not humans. Men.

Women were genetically more peaceful then men, made to give and nurture life while men only destroyed what they came across and found different. It was men who were in power. Men who would pass the laws against mutants and start the witch hunts all over again.

Hell, it was men who started the witch hunts.

If mutants were going to survive the next century men would have to be dealt with. One way or another.

A knock echoed in the quiet room and the woman known as Magneta said, “enter.”

A woman, blue and naked except for some creative scales walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

“How is construction going?” Erise asked, not turning around.

The one called Mystique said, “Everything is on schedule.”

“Good,” Erise nodded turning around and looking at the woman. Mystique was the definition of what all women should be like Erise thought. Strong, fast, cunning and never letting anything or anyone stand in their way. If women had one flaw it was that they were too timid.

After a moment of silent appraisal, Mystique raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you ever sleep?”

The other woman smirked. “I will have more then enough time to sleep when I am dead.” With that she sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.

Mystique took that as her cue to leave and did so, closing the door behind her.

(Author’s Note: I know! I know! All will be explained!)