~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~❌~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Colonel Stryker, a man of high prestige and assigned a very important task, looked over the mass of fallen mutants.
So much power, so much mystery, all scattered in one place and ripe for the taking, Stryker thought.
The task he was given, he would carry out with pleasure.
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With the world going to hell in hand basket in just a matter of days as a result of Apocalypse and his powerful henchmen, people needed someone to defend them.
Prior to Apocalypse, the human government already had one group of mutants to worry about (the X-Men).
Now, there were two groups of powerful mutants, the X-Men and Apocalypse and his cronies.
The humans had no powers other than that of their mechanical weapons and their machines, which were proved useless a few days prior when Apocalypse launched all the world's nukes into space as if to say, "you can do nothing to stop me".
So, the world of 'normal people' needed a defender that could stand up to Apocalypse.
Colonel Stryker had realized this and decided to assign himself a mission, under the guise of protecting the human race. Which, of course he wanted to do as he was a part of that race.
But also, this could be the opportunity to rid the world of the mutants.
The mutants were a threat to the human race no matter what their intent.
So, what better way to destroy mutants, than with another mutant.
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Stryker weaved his way through all of the bodies strewn across the decimated court yard. He sensed his body guards behind him, their weapons trained on the unconscious mutants in case one were to wake up and attack.
Discusting mutants, Stryker thought. You will see, I always come out on top. He smirked, recalling the power he had over the mutants while they were comotose.
If he so pleased, he could have them all killed then and there.
But that would be no fun.
It would be too easy.
Stryker continued surveying the scattered bodies, trying to decide who he would pick to save the human race.
He wanted someone broken.
Someone easy to manipulate because of their insecurities.
Wouldn't that be delightful, he thought. Ever so pleased with himself at his cruelty.
It was then that he spied something that caught him off guard, but at the same time gave him an immense amount of pleasure and excitement.
Towards the edge of the cluster of fallen mutants, lay a lovely little silver haired boy.
Stryker carefully made his way through strewn bodies and over to the boy.
He was intrigued because, as he drew closer he saw silent tears streaming down the boys face, as if he were having a nightmare, or more likely, as if the problems of his everyday life had crept in to haunt him whilst he slept.
Perfect.
This silver haired boy, even in his unconscious state, portrade the epitome of brokenness.
The epitome of pain and suffering and loss.
This was too good to be true for Stryker
This would be too easy.
He smirked and bent down to brush a falling tear off of the boy's cheek.
He then stood back up abruptly, decision already made, no remorse or guilt to be found in his heart for what he was about to do.
"Get over here!" Colonel Stryker called to one of his men, "I found the one I want!"
Without hesitation, one of Stryker's bigger and stronger body guards came up and unceremoniously hoisted the silver haired boy's limp body over his shoulder and headed back toward the helicopter.
After strapping the mutant down in the helicopter and turning on the electrical field (to make any escape nearly impossible) Stryker settled into his seat in the helicopter with a smug smirk.
"Colonel Stryker, Sir!" called one of Stryker's men.
"Yes Sgt.?" Stryker responded cooly, too happy and smug to be annoyed with his men and their questions.
"What about the other mutants Sir?" the Sgt. asked, "shouldn't we do something with them?"
"Oh heavens no" replied Stryker, "we're going to let this one handle them" he said smirking and nodding over at the unconscious Peter.
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I got excited and decided to post this one tonight also. This one is super short because i decided that this part worked better on it's own.
Anywho, to be continued :)
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