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Title: War of Change

Rating: R (I think...not sure yet. But later chapters violence, mature stuff.)

Summary: AU: This chapter is just an introduction sort of to this little off shoot of a world. Magneto leads a Mutant Rebellion and it begins the War of Change. The Mutant Order has taken control of America. Humans become the tormented. And now mutants and man must work together to bring an end to the war. Just read...it�ll be better then what you think...hopefully. :)

Disclaimer: I don�t own any characters except a few...which are still too many to name. But I bet you�ll figure out which ones are it and which ones aren�t. For the ones I don�t own...they belong to other people that I don�t know. :(

Feedback: Yes, please. I want to know if this story has a future or if I should just stop it now. :)

A deep sighing wind blows through the streets of New York City, sending great puffs of dust floating into the air. A young man with brown wavy hair coughs as his lungs fill with the intrusive dust and he frowns up at the building in front of him.

Shelter House, the words on the side say, scribbled dark with paint on the red brick. He gives the street another look, the once large magnificent buildings only hollow shadows of that greatness. The buildings used to be symbols of power and strength, of America. But now, they either lay half in rubble or barely standing, threatening to tumble in the slightest breeze. The streets are dark, cluttered with the dirt from buildings� debris and litter scattered across the road. The man shakes his head and shrugs deeper into his jacket as another gust of wind sends even more dirt into the air.

That had been 6 years ago now, when this city had been great. When this country had been a place that people from around the world flocked to see. Now, it�s a prison. The borders closed down, nobody allowed to enter or leave. The trade with other nations ceasing as ships� captains grew too frightened to travel near the U.S. borders.

The man turns his eyes up to the famous New York skyline that does not exist anymore. Even the Empire State Building lay in ruins, the large chunks of the building spread across streets and into the Ocean. He turns away from the bright sky that�s seeming to taunt this dark world and steps inside the Shelter House, the rusty door creaking loudly behind him. This is a place for people to come if they lost their homes or just needed a place to come to get away from things. Away from their lives.

�James!� a man shouts from across the dark, grimy front room. A man on the floor with his body propped against the wall wakes with a start and rubs a dirty hand irritably across his even more dirty face and closes his eyes, drifting off once again. The dark haired man walks toward the man that had shouted his name and smiles, running a hand through his hair, feeling tangles and dirt give under his fingers. He needed to find a shower, but they are hard to come by anymore.

�What�s the news?� James asks the man, his name Roger. Roger is a slightly tall man, slim build with a face that has seen better days. His eyes are swollen from too much worrying and lack of sleep and his fingers are greasy and covered in some sort of dirt or oil. �GP>�Good news actually, my boy,� he says. �You hear about the forces in the west comin� together?�

�No,� James says, interest peeking. Forces in the West?! That would be wonderful news if it�s true, but little truth found it�s way to the people anymore.

�Yes!� Roger nods enthusiastically and grabs James by his shoulders, smearing his clothes even more. �I�ve heard that they got some odd Muties organinzin� over there and they gathered up the scatterin� troops, and now they have a full force ready for attackin�!!!�

James falls silent and contemplates this news. Muties? Fighting with them? This had to be false. The last mutants that fought with humans lost their lives about two years ago.

�Mutants?� James asks, disbelief seeping into his voice.

He suddenly realizes the dangers of talking about this with Roger right in the middle of the room. James quickly looks around the room, eyes sharp on all the grimy, dirty, beaten down people laying across the floor. A couple of old men in the back playing a quiet game of chess to pass the time. A woman with 2 children running around in circles around her sits, reading an outdated newspaper.

This War, or the War of Change as the Mutants call it has made everyone paranoid. America and most of North America has been at War within itself for a little under 5 years now. The then President and Congress declaring war on all Mutant kind after the destruction of the great cities of America.

Magneto, or now named Magnus, lead a rebellion of mutants and it ended with America on her knees, waiting for the final blow. But before that blow had come another mutant force emerged to oppose Magneto, their faction called the X-Men. They fought for human kind, for all kind.

Their battling spread across America as Magneto planned several major attacks on the most important of U.S. cities, New Yorkng tng the first to face des destructive power of many jet strikes from stolen Air Force jets. James himself had stood watching in the middle of the streets as missiles collided with the Statue of Liberty, sending her and everything she ever stood for into the bottom of the Atlantic. Sending a shockwave throughout the country and angering many people into destruction of any known Mutant�s homes and places of work. Wherever a mutant was seen, he or she was terminated as soon assibssible.

The next cities to face a similar fate were Los Angeles, Miami, Boston, Phoenix, Dallas, San Francisco, and Atlanta. The most major blow though, came as the military, unwilling to send missiles flying inside it�s own country and at it�s own people let go of that rule and fired at Magneto�s headquarters. But with Magneto�s supposed mutant powers, he manipulated the magnetic fields around the area and sent the missiles firing straight back at Washington D.C. The nation�s capital fell into chaos as people evacuated the city. The missiles had struck before the military could disengage them and Washington D.C. fell to ashes. The center of the greatest nation in the world collapsing under the mutant power.

Crimes against Mutants began to dwindle, people fearing the backlash. Mutant population in turn, grew. Mutants that had been in hiding suddenly declared themselves and most would opening join forces with Magnus, adding to his already great force. Families were split because if a child suddenly developed these mutant powers he or she thought themselves superior as Magneto preached. Homo Superior...and they would either grow hostile with their family or simply leave, never associating with them again.

Thousands fled the country as soon as possible, before Magnus took control and ordered the borders sealed off. The hatred he had inspired just months before turned to absolute fear and the people found themselves under the control of the New Order, or Mutant Order as it�s called sometimes. The former democracy of America no longer existing as the politicians either fled themselves or were used for information or they were executed as a price for not realizing that Mutants were Homo Superior.

A new type of Absolute Rule was set in place instead of democracy, and people, scared for their lives dared not to rebel against the mighty mutant forces that now had their lives in their hands. Their past demonstrations of Mutant Hate haunting them as they found themselves being commanded by the mutants they had tormented before. The tables had turned and the country had paid the price.

Though the War of Change still rages on, for 5 long years. Word and tales from the West say that pieces of America still resisted with great enough force not to be taken, Canada and South America fighting along their borders also. The rest of the world has turned their eyes away, unwilling to associate with this type of threat. If the mutants can take America down so easily, then surely they should be able to take down other countries.

In the earlier years of the War, their had been mutant rebellions, they had fought for humans, even after they had declared war on every living mutant in America. These mutants had fought and sometimes won small battles, but not enough, and Magnus� rule spread across America. The rebellions had died down or they just haven�t gotten any word of them, but now, news from the West, of a strong rebellion.

America had fallen to Magneto. And now Magneto is the new Hitler. Taking humans and making them work and live in the slums. None of them had freedom anymore.

�Mutants, they say,� Roger says a little too loudly and James cringes. It�s not safe to go around talking about this type of thing. Mutants...you can never tell who�s a mutant before they reveal themselves, and James had heard of accounts that mutants had walked around among the people and caught the ones that even had ideas of fighting against Magnus and his ideas. Humans were only Homo Sapiens and Homo Superior made sure they stayed down in their place, below any mutant.

�It�s lies,� James mutters.

Roger shakes his head and his smile widens, �No, not this time, I think,� he says oddly cheerful. �A man named Gambit came by earlier and gave me this...here, we will look at it back here, come,� he says, his voice falling to a hush.

James follows Roger to a back room that�s clear of weary people and possible prying eyes and ears. The walls of the room are grimy and chipped, the paint falling off and a yellowish color. The stench is almost un-bearable. A mixed smell of strong sweat, cooking fires, and urine. James puts a hand over his mouth and nose to dull some of the stench.

�Now what is this you have?� he asks, watching Roger�s back as he looks out the hall then nods and shuts the raggedy door that by the look of it used to be a sturdy well to do door.

Roger approaches him and pulls a small thing out of his pocket. He holds it up in front of him and James studies it. It�s a thin gray platform looking thing, that�s notger ger then the size of his palm.

�What�s this?� James asks.

�I�m not sure what the man called it. But watch,� Roger pushes a button and suddenly a small, shaky image appears of a bald man sitting in a wheel chair. His legs are covered with a thick clothe and he�s frowning, giving him a utterly serious look. �The man Gambit, he�s a mutant. He told me of that little force in the West, then gave me this. Told me to show it to whoever I thought could help the cause, he said.�

James glances up at Roger for an odd moment then the small image begins to move, a crackling sound coming from it. Then the bald man begins speaking in a serious manner that matches his appearance.

�My name is Charles Xavier. I am a mutant, and I know you may think us enemies. But on the contrary, we are allies. All of us working at the same cause. All of you must have at one point heard the stories of the mutant team X-Men from early stories in the war,� he says, his face taking on an extremely sad look, eyes cast down as he remembers those times only a couple years past. Then he turns back up to continue, �Well, those stories are true. X-Men exists and still fight today. The person who delivered this message to you is part of the X-Men, which I have sent throughout America to gather the people and unite them once again. Since the beginning of these horrific events my X-Men and I have been working with you�re people to bring a stop to Magneto and his radical ideas. But, those efforts turned out practically useless. Humans and Mutants couldn�t work together before then and that brought the opening Magneto needed. But now, the time has come where we all must work together. This threat is too great and finally people have joined our ranks. We are assembling a force in hopes of finally bringing an end to this devastating war. Please, join us and gather whoever you think will be of use. But remember to be careful...many may turn you in for their own gains...please do not take any un-necessary risks at this time. It is an important time for every man and woman to work together and stay alive.�

With that the sound began to crackle and the image warped then disappeared. James stares at the small object in shock.

�You see now?� Roger asks.

�It�s got to be a trick,� James says. �Magnus...he�s set this up...to see who falls in and then they will capture us!�

�No, no,� Roger shakes his head and gives James a look as if he�s not seeing sense. �This is no trick. I met the man Gambit...it is not.�

�How do you know?!� James almost shrieks. He didn�t want to be caught by the M.U.T.I.E.S.!! M.U.T.I.E.S. as in Mutants Unified To Implement Environmental Safety. Which is what they liked to be called instead of Mutant Police. They are the ones that walk the streets, work undercover, just keep the people from moving in a conspiracy against Magneto and the Mutant Order. �Why did he give you this of all people?!� James asks, fear welling up in him. That Gambit fellow is probably on his way right now to turning them in!

�Because I run this Safety House, that�s why,� Roger says. �Comin� in contact with people all the time. Specially with people that want to take the Mutant Order down.�

�But...� James falls quiet, his mind overloading. Why, all of a sudden after these years does a force finally show itself? And why this secretness....well, maybe they needed to stay secret at the moment. To add to their numbers slowly and quietly until they had enough to strike.

Roger suddenly smiles, �You see? It�s all true.�

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�It�s easy, like this!� Logan barks, stomping up to a large man that is a good hand taller then him. But he takes no notice of the physical difference, knowing by scent that the man is more frightened of him then anything, and he yanks the large staff that they are using as a quarterstaff from the man.

Logan grips the wood and looks the man directly in the eyes, �Watch!� he commands and the man�s eyes fall to Logan�s hands. Logan sets his feet and positions one hand in the center of the staff, the other between the center and end. Then he steps forward, bringing the staff smoothly upward in an uppercut motion. Then he takes another step, moving slowly so the man can watch, and he brings the top of the staff down hard as if cracking someone�s skull.

�It�s only that! Jesus,� he mutters angrily, tossing the staff back to the man. �Now, do it!� The man, his name John nods enthusiastically and grips the staff, mimicking the way Logan had held it and proceeded to finally do the small exercise correctly. The other men in the line all take their eyes from John as Logan glares down their faces and they continue in their positions and exercises.

�Take it easy on them, Logan,� Jean says behind him. He looks over at her, she�s squatted on the dirt in front of a small child who she must have been speaking to. �Everyone is trying, you do not need to make it harder then it already is on them.�

�They won�t learn any other way,� Logan says roughly then turns around to see Timothy something or another doing everything completely wrong. He growls and stalks over the young man, taking his staff and demonstrating the movements.

Since he had so much knowledge of combat skills from memories he couldn�t place, Logan was put in charge of teaching everyone who didn�t know how already to fight. These were new men, just learning the basics. Balance and control. And Logan found the task very draining and pointless, but it was this or read to the children.

The supposed point of his job was to teach people to fight so they can defend themselves and become a useful part of the army. No matter what Charlie said, they were an army now. Chuck called them the EXtended X-Men...or EX-Men. Logan didn�t care what they were called just as lon the they learned how to fight somewhat decently without much trouble.

In the sometime near future these people were going to be called upon to help them fight Magneto and his Mutant Order. But to get to that point, Logan needed to make them sers.ers...somehow. So they won�t just be completely eliminated by Magneto when that battle came. They needed to be able to stand up to certain mutants and their powers. Logan huffs a laugh then frowns, turning to two boys down the line.

�Steven! And...you!� Logan calls, the two boys stare at him suddenly in surprise. They had been whispering to each other so quietly they probably had barely heard what the other had said. But he had picked it up easily. Logan doesn�t say anything, he just points to the ground in front of him and the they both come shuffling over, giving each other fearful glances.

�Yes, Logan...uhh...sir?� the boy he doesn�t know says. He is young, almost too young...probably too young. But age couldn�t be worried about at a time like this. He�s blond and would probably have a good looking face i was wasn�t covered in so much dirt. The other boy, Steven, looks a bit older, brown hair down to his shoulders and eyes to match. He narrows his eyes at Logan in the harsh sun and leans against the staff in his hands as if this were a break time.

�You were sayin� somethin� over there...what was it?� Logan asks.

�Uhh...nothing...sir...Logan...uh..� the no name boy says. Steven seems e que quiet or smarter by keeping his mouth shut. He realizes that Logan isn�t one to be fooling around with.

�Steven, c�mon you can tell me,� Logan smiles and puts an arm around the young man�s shoulders. Logan notices Jean�s odd glance but he ignores it. �You two talkin� �bout Mrs. Munroe over there?� Logan nods his head back behind him toward where Storm is in the middle of a group of small children, reading to them. Her job to take care of the children while their parentarnearned how to defend them.

�Uhh...� Steven looks down at the no name kid, who just smiles and nods slowly, his cheeks turning slightly red.

�How�d you know that?� Steven asks, a bit confused.

Logan waves his hand, dismissing his question, and turns around, bringing the boys with him so they are all facing Ororo. She looks up for a slight moment, smiling and Logan smiles and nods back. The boys both grin, thinking she�s smiling at them. Logan grips their shoulders tightly, bringing their attention back to him.

�You know, she�s married, right?� Logan asks, looking from one to the other. �Shouldn�t be talkin� �bout a married woman like that.�

�Yeah, but who cares? Her husband�s probably off somewhere...fighting in some torn down city,� Steven says, eyes turning back up to Ororo. Logan shakes his head, maybe the kid wasn�t smart after all. Logan untangles his arms from around the boys and fingers a bright gold ring on his left hand, gently running his touch across it. Steven finally catches his movement and looks down, then his eyes widen in realization and fear.

�Logan...uhh...sir...I didn�t mean anything by it! Honest. Indn�t that right, Billy?!� Steven says quickly, taking a step away from Logan.

�No...we didn�t mean anything by it, Logan...sir,� the other kid, Billy, says. �We�ll never even think about it again...I swear...we swear! We�re so sorry!�

Logan just watches them back up, cracking his knuckles of his left hand with a few painfully loud pops.

�Uhh...we�ll just get back to working...you�re a really good teacher, Logan...sir,� Steven says and Billy nods crazily and they both hurry back to their positions in line, picking up where everyone was and working harder then Logan had seen them work yet.

Jean steps behind him and say softly, �Scaring them again, Logan?� she asks.

�No more then needed,� he mutters and steps away from her at her laugh and picks up showing people what they were doing wrong. �NO!� He shouts at a fat man on the end of the line who can barely stand up, let alone work a weapon. This is going to be a long ass day.

Across the encampment Professor Xavier sat watching S and and Beast working with a handful of new recruited mutants. They had all come the other night, having fled from the East in hopes of finding more freedom out in the West or at least find a gathering such as this one. They are in east Washington state, in age oge open area that had been fixed into their head base. Not really a base, but more like a few buildings that are still standing and tents. It looks more like a temporary army base set up on foreign lands in the middle of a war.

Xavier sighs. Isn�t that what this was. A temporary army base set up on foreign lands in the middle of a war? No, they are not on foreign lands he corrects. In America...Home of the Free. And he intends to make it free once again. Free of Magneto�s hold.

Rubbing his forehead to clear away a little tension that�s built there he watches the new men and women, making sure they have enough control so they aren�t a danger to themselves or anyone around them. Some of them appeared to have a lot of strength in their abilities. One, a man, Lajon Keenan has the ability to control plants. Like Storm and her ability to call upon the elements, he�s able to call upon earth�s life force, plants. He can manipulate them to grow, die, or pretty much do anything he commands them to. A very strong ability to have. He�s a tall, muscular man with dark skin. Dark, honest eyes and an easy smile, even at this time in the world, which is a rare thing to see.

The strongest woman, Lauren Field. Her ability is a numbing effect. Anything she touches, she can numb the muscles, slowing down the brain waves sent to that part of the body by odd chemicals that coat her skin. Even he doesn�t quiet know what her ability is or what it would be called. The numbing grows as her touch stays, and can permanently paralyze that area of the body. With enough time, it is a very strong ability. Almost like Rogue�s in the way that Lauren is also unable to control her body�s extracting of these chemicals onto her skin, rendering her unable for physical human contact without her mutant abilities taking effect.

Xavier rests his chin on his hand as Scott attempts to take his foot out of an odd ooze that one of the mutants is able to create. It�s a sticky substance that is most like Toad�s spit.

He knew that they are safe here in hiding for a little while. Magneto surely thought he was dead since their last meeting. Xavier had been stabbed in the stomach by a flying piece of sharp metal Magneto had flung at him. But as his X-Men fought and pushed Magneto in retreat, he was unable to finish the job. But the man had held triumphant thoughts in his mind, as if he knew he was going to win because his only adversary had been taken care of.

And if Magneto thought he was dead, then he would lower his securities on mutants entering and lng hng his Mutant Order�s borders which reached from the east all the way to center of Texas, up Arizona and almost a straight line up the country from there. He held the majority of the country, but now that his securities were down Xavier could send his X-Men in and out of the New America, which Magneto is calling it. That actually, is what he is doing at this moment. Half of his X-Men are inside this New America, spreading the word and trying to bring hope to the hopeless. The many men and women stuck inside the borders and unable to get out. The ones that Magneto has practically reduced to slaves.

�Are ya alright, Professor?� a female voice asks behind him and he nods.

�Yes, I am fine, Rogue. Just thinking,� he says.

He feels her gloved hands on his shoulders, reassuring. �It�ll all turn out alright, Professor...it will. Ah know it will.�

Xavier nods and pats her hand on his shoulder, �Yes, Yes...soon hopefully. Soon this will all be behind us. A nightmare we may all forget.�

End of Part 1. Tell me if ya like it or if just sucks? Please? :)
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