“NO JUSTICE NO PEACE! NO JUSTICE
NO PEACE! NO JUSTICE NO PEACE!”
This was the mantra of the
massive mutant riot that was consuming the city just outside the south end of
District X. Dozens of mutant chanted these words as they lashed out against the
world around them. Spurred by the attack on Pixie and led by Havok, they banded
together and used their mutant powers to send a message.
Mutants of many different powers
and appearances used their abilities to unleash destruction and strike fear
upon petrified civilians. One mutant with electrical powers sent a surge into
the light posts lining the city, shorting them out in a dazzling display.
Another with big, muscular arms lifted a large pickup truck over his head and
threw it into a nearby store. One female mutant with reptilian features punched
into a nearby car and tore into the interior while a fellow mutant next to her
used bluish flames from his fingertips to ignite the vehicle. When it exploded,
it send a cheer throughout the streets and embolden the crowd.
“That’s right! Show them these
are our streets too!” yelled Havok, “Show them they can’t hurt one of our own
and not pay a price!”
The destruction spread and
standing right in the path of the oncoming rioters were Wolverine and Storm. It
was not a pleasant sight and one that wouldn’t go over well during an election
year. But the greater social ramifications were lost on Wolverine as he drew
his claws and stared down the leader of the riot.
“I don’t know who this punk
thinks he is, but I’m pretty sure I hate his guts!” he growled.
“This is terrible! What is going
on here?”
“Does it matter? We got us a hell
of a fight on our hands! Couple hundred mutants against us…I like those odds!”
“I know this is a foolish
question to ask, but shouldn’t we call the rest of the X-men before we act so
brazenly?” said Storm.
Before they could even
contemplate such a notion, the same hulking figure from earlier threw another
heavy car. This time it was flung far ahead of the riot and into a populated
building. It crashed between the second and third floor of a busy storefront,
causing great destruction and sparking a fire. In addition, several terrified
people were caught in the chaos and cried out for help.
“Somebody help us! Please!”
begged a woman as she protectively hovered over two young children.
Upon seeing this, their
predicament was clear. There was no time to understand this situation. They had
to act.
“Better get that, darlin’! We
don’t need to start a body count just yet!” said Wolverine.
“Agreed!” said the African woman,
“But what will you do?”
“You gonna ask another foolish
question or are you gonna fight?” he grunted as he ran towards the heart of the
riot.
Storm grunted in frustration, but
she had no time to debate his brash actions. Her eyes flashed white and she
took to the air. She quickly formed some storm clouds overhead to put out the
fires with rain. Then she kicked up a wind storm to get the women and children
out. They cowered at first in her presence, but were grateful when they were
flown to safety. As she set them down, more heavy debris flew out from the
riot. It headed towards more civilians, but Storm was able to redirect it with
her winds. The people were trying to get away, but they just weren’t fast
enough.
While she was taking care of the
civilians, Wolverine set his sights on Havok. He was running full speed,
passing civilians along the way and dodging rocks and other debris. He figured
if he was going to stop this mess, he had to hit at the source.
“That’s far enough, bub!
Hrrraahhhh!” he roared.
Havok was caught by minor
surprise when he saw the feral figure attack through the dust and smoke. He
tried to react and counter the move, but Wolverine was too fast. He was quickly
pinned to the pavement, his bullhorn shattering in the process.
“Augh! Who the hell do you think
you are?!” exclaimed Havok.
“I’m a doctor! I give a special
kind of therapy to punks like you!” snarled Wolverine, pointing his claws at
Havok’s neck.
“You think you can stop this? The
people of District X will never be stopped! Not until we make our stand!”
“I got your stand right here!”
said the feral mutant, pushing his claws right up to his jugular, “Now are you
gonna call this off or is this gonna have to get messy?”
“It already has!”
Jack
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