Chapter 130 - 108 –The Mutant (1)
Before the present, In 1980s.
Eric lifted his hand, his magnetic powers glowing brightly. He spoke to the mutants with confidence. "Take off your blinders, brothers and sisters," he declared, his voice commanding attention. "The real enemy is here!" He pointed at a threatening ship in the distance.
Charles felt sad as he watched Eric inspire the other mutants to get ready for a fight. Charles believed in peace between mutants and humans, but now he saw that might not happen. He knew this situation could be really bad for everyone, mutants and humans included.
As things got more intense, missiles flew through the sky toward them. In a split second decision,, Eric stopped the missiles with his powers, freezing them in mid-air.
Charles felt a wave of sadness as he watched Eric's actions, realizing that the lives of thousands were at stake. "Erik, you said yourself, we're the better n," he urged, his voice filled with desperation. "This is the ti to prove it."
But Eric stayed determined, his eyes focused on the ships coming toward them. "I've been at the rcy of n just following orders," he said angrily, rembering his own past. "It's ti they learn what it feels like."
Charles begged Eric to listen, but Eric ignored him and aid the missiles at the ships. "No!!!!" Charles yelled, feeling hopeless as he watched the missles aiming at those people in the ships.
[Back to the Present]
[Song: "Basket Case" by Green Day]
Sotis I give myself the creeps
Sotis my mind plays tricks on
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooh, ooh)
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sotis I give myself the creeps
Sotis my mind plays tricks on
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?
August 16, 1994
"Hey, this is Michael. Leave a ssage," the answering machine of mcall said.
Peter hurriedly left a ssage on Michael's answering machine in the mcall device, "Hey, Michael, please call
back as soon as you can. I could really use your help." He tucked his mcall in his pocket and set off for school, counting on Michael's assistance with his science project.
Suddenly, soone called out to Peter, "Hey, Parker!"
Peter turned to see Flash. "Hello, Flash," he replied.
"Did you finish my assignnt?" Flash asked, his tone dripping with mockery.
Peter took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Sorry, Flash, I didn't have ti to finish it," he replied evenly, avoiding eye contact.
Flash sneered. "Typical Parker, always slacking off," he taunted, shoving Peter forcefully, causing him to stumble backward.
Feeling the shove from Flash, Peter stumbled backward but quickly regained his balance. His jaw tightened as he t Flash's aggressive gaze. "I'll get it done, Flash," he said firmly, his voice tinged with defiance. "Just give
so ti."
Flash's smirk widened into a nacing grin. "You better finish it, Parker, or else," he threatened, his tone dripping with malice as he turned and swaggered away.
As Flash walked away, Peter clenched his fists, feeling a surge of frustration. He hated how Flash always seed to pick on him, but he knew fighting back wouldn't solve anything. With a sigh, he continued on his way to class, hoping for a better day ahead.
As Peter made his way to his designated classroom, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. It was always comforting to be surrounded by familiar faces, especially after a rough encounter with Flash earlier. As he entered the room, he spotted his friends Mary Jane and Harry Osborn.
"Hey, Pete," greeted Harry with a friendly smile.
"Hi, Peter," Mary Jane chid in, her expression warm and welcoming.
"Hey, guys," Peter replied with a smile of his own as he took his seat. "How's it going?"
Their friendly exchange eased Peter's tension, and he felt grateful for the support of his friends.
[anwhile Michael Wilson]
The interview room felt strangely formal as I sat there, facing the panel of stern-looking educators. Despite my nerves, I knew I had to make a good impression. This teaching position could be my ticket to a fresh start.
[Why did i do this? Well I don't want to depend on my father's or friends' money and connections. Instead, I want to rely on myself to show that I can do it too.]
"Hi, everyone. I'm Michael Wilson, and I'm 23 years old," I started, feeling a bit nervous but determined to show confidence. "I might not seem like your typical candidate, but I assure you, I'm committed to this job and I'm ready to work hard for it."
As I spoke, I couldn't help but wonder if they saw through my youthful appearance. Would they take
seriously, or dismiss
as too inexperienced?
But I ignored those doubts and kept going, wanting to show how much I cared about teaching. "I understand the importance of education and the impact a dedicated teacher can have on students' lives," I said, thinking back to my own ti in school.
The interview panel seed engaged as I shared my determination and dedication to the teaching role. Despite looking young, I aid to convey a sense of maturity and responsibility through my words.
After what felt like an eternity, the interview finally ca to an end. I thanked the panel for their ti and made my way out of the room, my heart pounding with anticipation.
One of the panel mbers, a middle-aged woman with glasses, nodded approvingly. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson. We appreciate your honesty and dedication," she said warmly. "We'll be in touch regarding the outco of your application."
"Okay, ma'am,Thank u once again" I responded politely, making sure to maintain a respectful tone.
As I left the school building, I couldn't help but replay the interview in my mind, second-guessing my answers and wondering if I had made a good impression. But deep down, I knew that I had given it my all.
As I stepped out of the school building, The sun was shining, making everything look golden. But what truly brightened up my day was the sight of my best friend, Mark Taylor, and his sister, my girlfriend, Mary Rose Taylor, waiting for
just outside the entrance.
"Hey, Michael!" Mark called out with a wide grin, his dark violet hair tousled by the gentle breeze. His bright eyes sparkled with excitent as he waved
over.
Mary stood beside him, her long violet hair bouncing gently as it flowed over her shoulders in loose waves. A bright smile lit up her face when she saw , her eyes showing love and warmth.
"Hi, Michael!" Mary said with a soft and beautiful voice. "How did the interview go? We've been waiting to hear all about it!"
Mark nodded eagerly, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, spill the beans, buddy"
I couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm, feeling grateful for their unwavering support. "Well, let's just say I gave it my best shot," I replied with a modest shrug, trying to play it cool despite the nervousness bubbling within .
Turning to Mark, I changed the subject, realizing that Chris, who had initially co with us, was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Mark, where's Chris?" I inquired as we stepped outside, scanning the area for our friend as he was here back then.
"Chris had to go to an ergency appointnt," Mark explained, sounding unsure. "He seed concerned about it."
"Ah, sounds like Chris is as busy as ever," I chuckled, with a hint of understanding. Chris was always facing a dozen different things at once, and ergencies seed to be part of his daily routine.
"Yeah, Chris is always busy," Mark agreed, nodding along with my thoughts. "But you know him, he'll be there when we really need him."
"Well, let's hope Chris is alright with his appointnt," I said, a hint of worry edging into my voice. Despite Chris's knack for handling unexpected situations, we couldn't help but feel concerned whenever he went off on one of his sudden appointnt.
Mark, Mary, and I continued with our plans while Chris and Emily were occupied. We decided to have so ti together, just the three of us for now.
[anwhile Chris Side]
In the office of the Hilton Company, Chris found himself puzzled by the situation. "What?" he exclaid, trying to grasp the gravity of the matter. "You're saying Magneto is stealing our weapons?"
His secretary, Lia, nodded solemnly. "Yes, boss. It appears that Magneto has infiltrated with his mutant comrades – Pyro, Callisto, Mystique, Juggernaut, Toad, and others," she explained, her tone filled with concern. "We may need the help of Loe and the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. for this."
Chris frowned, thinking hard about what Lia had just said. "Wait, Lia, aren't the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents busy with other cris in New York?" he asked, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.
Lia agreed with a nod. "That's right, sir. They're dealing with a lot of different problems all over the city," she said. "And since the mutants haven't done any damage yet, S.H.I.E.L.D. can't do anything for now."
Chris sighed, realizing the complexity of the situation. "We'll need to co up with a plan," he said, determined to address the issue before it escalated further.
[anwhile]
Mageneto planning with his comrades to where will they have their revenge against the people who treat them garbage.
As Magneto and his comrades gathered in a dark room, there was a lot of tension among them. Magneto looked at each of them seriously as he began to talk. "Our revenge begins tomorrow," he declared firmly, his voice filled with resolve.
Turning to Mystique, Magneto sought an update on their plan. "Mystique, what's the status of our operation? How many weapons have we acquired from our heist at the Hilton Company and other company?"
Mystique nodded solemnly, her expression serious as she relayed the information to Magneto. "We managed to acquire a substantial amount of weapons," she reported. "But we're still waiting on the final result.
Magneto's eyes glead with satisfaction at the news. "Excellent," he remarked, a sense of anticipation building within him. "Once we have everything in place, we'll strike."
His comrades nodded in agreent, to get back at those who hurt them. The room filled with excitent as they finished their plans. Each person knew exactly what they had to do when the ti ca to strike.
Magneto sounded determined as he spoke. "Charles, we will et again soon," he declared, firmly, looking around as if he was looking for soone.
(anwhile Charles side)
Professor X emphasized the need for focus and readiness among his team. "Team, we must remain vigilant at all tis in case of any potential threats," he stated firmly.
Cyclops responded promptly, acknowledging their leader's directive. "Yes, sir," he affird, his tone resolute.
The rest of the team, including Storm, Beast, Rogue, and the others, all nodded in agreent, demonstrating their commitnt to their team.
Turning his attention to Wolverine, Professor X sought assurance of his readiness. "And Wolverine, are you prepared?" he inquired.
In response, Wolverine swiftly unsheathed his claws, a determined glint in his eyes. "Always ready," he declared, his stance reflecting his unwavering resolve to confront any challenge that may arise.
To be continued
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