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| Topic Started: Aug 13 2014, 08:42 PM (125 Views) | |
| Toxin | Aug 13 2014, 08:42 PM Post #1 |
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July 4th, late evening The target should be asleep. His orders were very simple. Dead politician, dead family, make a mess of it. He hadn't gotten details for it, he hadn't asked for them. He'd been home for a few months and had easy missions as he recovered and perhaps as the rumors were investigated for truth. He did what he was told and separated it from his every day life as best as he could, avoided going anywhere alone, and for the most part stayed in Feral or Roger's apartments. Preferably whoever was around at the time. It was almost too easy to get into the politician's home. Yet another anti mutant rights piece of shit needing extermination, simple, easy, over and done and forgotten. The halls were dark and quiet. He walked silently, approaching the target slowly. If possible he would kill the man in his sleep, and make the mess after the fact. It was easier that way in a lot of ways... Up the stairs, and down the hall, he paused with his hand on the bedroom door. Another scent had wafted into the hall. He looked to the left. A small girl was staring at him. He frowned at her, ready to tell her to go back to bed, to hide. Easy to say he hadn't noticed a child, lie lie lie, but no. He could feel something sifting through his mind as she stared at him wide eyed. It felt almost familiar. Like, but unlike, a familiar mental touch - and it occurred to him just as she spoke, she was a mutant. "My mommy's not bad. She won't make things bad. Go away." Dustin stared at the girl. It didn't make sense. "You're - why would they want her -" he began, then shook his head. Through his mind flooded images of the woman he was supposed to kill, the little girl, other mutant children, and it became clear. She was supporting mutants rights. She was trying to make it right between mutant kind and humankind. If what she was doing went through, what mutant would support the Brotherhood's actions against humanity? "Promise. We'll help. Just go away." His hand dropped to his side. The little girl smiled, and he turned around and walked out the door. She watched him walking away from the house into the darkness, and went to her mommy's room and crawled into bed with the sleeping woman. Her mind followed the stranger for a few moments before deciding she didn't need to help him along anymore. The rest was up to him, so long as he didn't come back. Dustin realized what had happened, and stopped mid stride. The reptilian glanced over his shoulder at the house. That little girl... he'd killed mutants that gotten in his way before. He'd fought his own students for betraying the Brotherhood. This girl, though, and her mother, he didn't want them to die. He'd seen what they were doing. They could stop the war before it became unstoppable, with humanity either wiped out or on its knees, or mutants in the same predicament. He hadn't believed that it was possible to stop it. It was either one or the other. That child's hope and belief woke his own, damaged though it was. She believed, and her belief brought forth something that he thought was dead to him. Hope. She had done more than propel him from her home. She'd healed something in him, he was certain that she did, something he broke doing things that he could never have justified to himself before. Before he allowed himself to become something he couldn't face, thinking he could save others from the same fate in doing so. It was the wrong way. He couldn't do it anymore. And it could be as simple as walking away. There was more to it, complications that made his throat tight and his heart ache, but it was that simple. He couldn't do it. He'd struggled ever since coming back - he'd felt outrage at the accusations of betrayal but that had covered up his regret at returning when he'd finally had the chance to walk away from everything. He couldn't leave the people he cared about thinking he was dead, though. What would they think now? That the rumors were right? He shook his head again, and continued walking. Various instruments were severely damaged with a knife and tossed aside as he walked. He had no plans of where to go, really. They would find him easily if he didn't take precautions, he really stuck out... but for the moment, he just walked away into the night. |
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8:54 AM Jul 11