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And there you stayed. Your life was paid. Now you rot. Without your lot. Flesh fell off. They would scoff. Left behind. For someone to find.

And now you rot You could not keep up And the herd would not wait Hoove lodged inbetween And there you stayed

Alec was never cut out for this. What, a 20 something year old man wasting his years away in this pointless war for what? No one told him it would be like this.

He wanted to be a hero. He wanted to protect his country. He wanted to be brave. He wanted to be good.

Alec wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t a killer. He’d never even held a gun before he joined. This merciless war tore him apart until Alec no longer existed. Just a soldier now.

In war, it’s a dog eat dog world. In war, you can’t care. You can’t think, just do.

It was like time slowed down. The soldier only had seconds to wonder what that light shining in his eye was for a moment. Until he saw the big, red dot aimed at his heart.

Alec had only seconds.

BANG!

Richard knew he made his shot as he saw the other sniper from across the building topple over the ledge of the roof and plummet. He exhaled slowly and stood up, slinging his sniper over his shoulder as he exited the scene, a job well done.

Poor bloke. It’s a kill or be killed world, Richard thought to himself.

I would not call him a “man”. He is not a man, and he is not a mutant. He is a monster, sent straight from Hell.

Parent’s should love they’re children unconditionally. It’s what makes us people. We can feel things like empathy. But Stryker does not feel this. He is incapable of it.

Stryker has one goal. And that is to kill and destroy. He does not care who he needs to use to get to his goal. Who he hurts. Because the people he hurts are not human, and he does not view them as individuals.

You could argue he’s traumatized. He has a right to be angry. It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.

The worst part is he almost one. He could have won, if he’d been more careful.

First, it burned. It burned in her chest and boiled in her stomach. And then she ignited. Eratic, wild, and merciless flames. You cannot reason with fire, you cannot fight it. It simply happens and you watch. And the shame, it never goes away. Like the scars on her face.

Kurt is very good at running. It’s in his nature and it’s his power. To disappear. To hide. To run. Running kept him safe. Running kept him alive.

But this time it’s different.

Kurt’s always been alone. For such a social butterfly, it was incredibly difficult to find friends. Possibly because of his blue skin and yellow eyes. And the tail.

But now he stands before a white haired woman who looks at him so desperately. Her large, black eyes peer into his soul. Her brows perfectly furrowed and her lip’s pursed like she wants to say “don’t go”.

Kurt’s always been an outcast. But even now, he’s an outcast among outcasts. He’s made his final mistake.

He can’t meet her eyes as he feels her hand losen it’s grip on his arm. He clenches his fist and his tail lowers to the ground.

“…I’m sorry.” He whimpers out as he hangs his head, eyes shut tight. “I can’t be what you need.”

Ororo releases his arm and he slowly steps toward Maddi, placing his hands upon her shoulders. She only stares at Ororo with those haunting, black holes im her face. Kurt glances back at the woman who gave them a home. A purpose. Friendship. Comradory. And with a puff of black and purple smoke, the two vanish.