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MutantHigh Episode1: dawn of the future

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The sentry leaned easily on the railing and watched the waves. His cigaret fell down and his gaze followed it all the way towards the dark water. It was his third on this break. The sentry was waiting for his friend Mike. Mike was late. Not that it mattered, since the Rock had been reopened there had been only two escape attempts and both lay more than five years back. Nothing would happen and so no one cared if the sentry took a little longer break than usual.

Supervisor third class Mike Branson lay over his console. He had slept of during duty twice before and since he controlled the power dampening field of section C he would have lost his job if his superiors saw him like this. Not that it mattered, the flowing line of blood that ran down the console and originated from Mikes throat made any worries about his job security rather irrelevant. Behind Mike, still holding the knife that killed him stood a women in black. She smiled slightly beneath her hood as she studied the weapon. It was a crude thing compared to the energyblades she usually projected from her hand but the power dampening field that was projected at the cylinder was so strong that she couldn’t use those powers even though she stood over a dozen meters away. She was a Delta called Switchblade and prided herself on the fact that she was one of the few member of her team who where capable of fulfilling a mission like this even without access to their powers. But the need for that would be over soon. She took one last look at the source of the dampening field, a ten meter high and two wide black metal cylinder surrounded by walkways and cables. Then she switched the controls of the field down. Slowly the electric crackle in the room died down and warning lights flared all around her. She absently hit the controls to stop the warning signal from leaving the room while she waited. Feeling her powers slowly return to her she knew that the Alpha within the cylinder would feel exactly the same. The cylinder was made of an 8 inch think steel alloy, developed by the greatest minds Delta Prime had available. It took the Alpha nearly 12 seconds to rip through its atomic structure and destroy it. The alpha stepped out of the containment chamber. In the red of the warning lights Switchblade could clearly see him. He was nover fifty now, but the signs of his age would vanish within weaks. There his hair should have been she saw the bluish white energy he controlled. She smiled again as he nodded in her direction. She knew better than to expect any gratitude, Jonathan Reaver, leader of the Killer Angels expected nothing less than excellency from his followers.

The sentry lit his fourth cigarette and cursed silently about having to wait. Behind him the wall disintegrated in a wave of bluish white antimater and before he could even notice the sentry and a whole section of the wall where gone. Only moments later the sirens started and security filled the area. The sentry was the first victim of the Alphas escape that night but he would not be the last.
 
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www.deltatimes.com
The truth can’t be silenced!

Welcome:
Since you’ve got the address of this site, there are three possibilities.
One, you are a hacker who was poking around and managed to find this place.
Two, you are with some kind of governmental organization, probably one that wants to shut us down.
Three, you where given this address by someone who knows about it and thinks you might need it.
If its number one, congratulations. Now get the hell out.
If its number two, congratulations to you too. And better people than you have tried to take out Delta Times and failed miserably. Take your best shot.
It its number three, hey you are the people we are actually here for. Come on in.
Anyhow i`m going to assume that you are a member of the third group of people, the one we are trying to reach. If that does not suit you, learn to live with it.

What we are about:
The Delta Times is an irregularly published webzine that sadly tries to take up the work the press has given up since all control went to the state, informing people what is realy going on in our brave new world.

Who we are:
Sorry kid that information is classified. We would love to set our names under our work but then we would have to worry about the feds or even Delta Prime to crash into our apartments in the middle of night and arrest us for believing in democracy…….. err being dangerous terrorist of course.
I am called Truth. Yeah as in me, Justice and the American Way. Around here, we think the American Way has taken a forced holiday, and he shanghaied Justice on his way out of town.
These days the only thing left is Truth and only if you know how to find it. (Here is a hint for you slow types:www.deltatimes.com)

Who you are:
Well I honestly don’t know but I will assume you are either a mutant who tries to make some sense of his life or a neutral (read=normal human) who wants to do exactly the same. I am in a good mood today so I will give you both a hint, this site is for all of you and you could assume that means we do not have to be enemies. Of course people like Reaver and the Government want to make you believe different but you do not have to buy everything that’s told to you. That’s right this includes what I am writing here. All I am telling you is make your own picture. I myself am a mutant (or a delta if you prefer the fluff of the scientific types) and I am sick of seeing our democracy go the way of the dodo because we fear each other.

What a mutant is:
First of all, a mutant is a human just like everione else. The government doesnt want people to think of us as humans, according to them we are the "delta menace". After all its a lot easier to hate someone if you do not think he is a human.
There are many theories around to explain the phenomenon of mutants. Some say we are a freakish accident, others that we are the next step of evolution. All we need to know here is that first mutants are all those people who can do stuff like flying or shooting beams of energy and second that they wont just go away so we have to find a way to live with it.

A history lesson:
since i cant assume you learned anything even close to the truth in school i will begin right at the start of things. At the start we know that is, the appearance of the first known mutant. To cut a long story short it was during world war one that a young American soldier found out that the enemies bullets passed right through him if he wanted to. He kept it a secret for a while but eventually it became known and he was carried of home to be cheked over by the eggheads. They couldn`t really determine anything about him but it was one of them, i think a doctor named Theodore Weiss, who invented the term delta to describe him. I wont rant much about that delta is a greek later and means change, you can read that up somewhere else but ever since then people who want to sound more intelligent then they are have called us deltas. Then they found out about the genetic changes in mutants a while back they even called that the "delta factor". But im getting ahead of myself. Back to our soldier. The use of a man who could become insubstantial was incredible, especially since almost no one knew about his existence. In later years the man would be called the Silver Ghost and its estimated that his work cut the wars length by month. I guess that means that the first mutant was actually a hero but somehow no one seems to care anymore.
Those where better years though and soon after many more mutants appeared. Some where good, some bad and some just wanted to be left alone and in those days people tended to just judge them by their behaviour just like everyone else. In those more naive (and some might say much better) times the question was not if you have powers but how you use them. Nice thought isnt it? Much of that tolerance came from the heroes of then, for every mutant who wanted to use his powers to take it out on others there was another who tried to protect the people around him because he thought his powers brought responsibilites. As i said those where more naive times. This was all a but of a merry game as people cheered to mutants in bright costumes stopping bankrobbers and other evildoers. Then World War Two started and the fun ended. After the attack of the Japanese airforce on pearl harbour America was thrown right into the next war. And of course the heroes couldn`t let their people down. Then the army landed to push back the Germans it was accompanied by the newly founded "Delta Squadron". Of course the Nazis had mutants of their own and since they pushed everything their country had into the war effort they had located and recruited a damn lot of them. So while soldiers and tanks thought on the ground Mutants soared over them and battled with them. And there Deltas clashed the heavens shook with their fury.

alpha genesis:
The war was the end of the naive age as it was finally seen how devastating and bloody the powers of mutants can be.
Among the heroes who had volunteered for Delta Squadron was a man known as the Yankee. He had been successful crimefighter before the war and he had actually managed not to break the law a single time while at it. His rolemodel had inspired many other mutants back then. But even though he was certainly someone who deserved to be called a hero he is not the important part for history. No that would be his sidekick, Sparky.
The Nazis had created a special concentration camp for captured mutants and both the Yankee and Sparky eventually ended up there. True to his spirit the Yankee started a rebellion but in the end he lost. He and the few other mutants and dozens of neutral soldiers he had let where killed. Among the corpses was Sparky. The massacre on the rebels was the last act of the guards then the man who had once been Sparky slowly rose again. The Yankees sidekick had died by his side but in his place Superior was born. He singlehandedly killed every guard in the camp and freed all the prisoners of war. The Germans own deltas arrived shortly after it, thinking this was just another revolt to be put down. Then they saw Sparky they laughed and promised him a quick death. They didn’t laugh anymore then he vapourized their leader with laserbeams from his eyes. Then he rushed forward and a few seconds later the mutants where dead. Some where simply crushed by his strikes, others killed by his energy beams and a few met their end by more creative means. After seeing to the safety of the prisoner Superior didn’t waste any time and flew straight to Berlin. There he blasted the bunker of the whole Nazy leadership to bits and ended the war in a síngle day.
He was clearly more than every mutant before him and as the press searched for a word to call the new hero they created the term "Alpha", i guess they thought it made him sound like more important than "Delta".
Superior was the first Alpha but certainly not the last. It turned out that some Mutants changed then they nearly died, their genes adapting and giving them an incredible powersurge. Theoretically any delta could learn to wield the same powers over time but those changes went of in moments and no mutant has grown to the levels of power that the Alphas showed.

the Superior age:
The time after WW2 was one of most peacefull the world had ever experinced. That was mostly for the simple reason that Superior threatened that he would personaly kill anione who started a war and so made himself guilty of all the victims of the conflict. You may think of the man whatever you like (personally i prefer facist pig) but he realy safed a lot of people with that. More alphas appeared all over the world but none of them could rival Superiors strength. Combined the Russians newly founded Crimson Pride could have given him a run for his money but Delta Squadron got its own alphas to back him up.

the great tragedy:
You might very well say the the crap hit the fan on November 22,1963. The Devestator and the latest incarnation of his dreadnaughts killed President Kennedy, the First Lady and the governor of Texas while they where in Dallas. Superior was there in moment and tore through the Dreadnoughts like a whirlwind but he already was too late to prevent the tragedy. People where scarred, they had seen what the Mutants are capable of during the war and with the new alphas it was even worse. To top it all, one of them had just killed the president. Superior was loved but he had proven that he cant be everiwhere at once. People panicked, the government panicked . The next day a state of emergency was declared over the whole country.

the delta registration act:
Right after that first act a new law was passed. Basically it demanded that everione with superpowers of any kind must register with the federal government so that his or her movements can be traced all the times. You don`t need the ACLU to tell you that this is a blatant violation of the Bill of Rights, but then people are scarred they do strange things and dear God where they scarred. As you might have noticed we didnt have elections for 40 years now, thats because the state of emergency was never called back. Over time the goverment got used to its power and the people controlling it now are not realy the ones anione would have elected. Over the time the registration act has been worked over man times, allways making it worse. By now, if you register the governement can recruit you anitime and anithere. Of course, with the state of emergency still active the press is also controlled by the feds so they do their best to keep people scarred of mutants, it makes controlling the masses so much easier. They say power corrupts and obviously forty years of power corrupt a lot. Superior was the first one to sign the new registration formular and you can see the adverts with his face on it to this day " register now! its the law!". I like to think that he tried to do the best for his country and realy believed it was a short term solution but somehow i cant.

the witch hunt begins:
Then you declare having superpowers as a crime only criminals will have superpowers right? That is exactly what happened, so after the dela registration act every mutant had the choice between either keeping his powers a secret or letting the whole world know who he is. Since a registered mutant has that noted in his passport and has to chek in with the local police at least once per week a normal life becomes almost impossible. Not to mention that the feds might decide they need your talents and haul you of into the military or to Delta Prime. Of course a lot of mutants refused to register and for that reason two organizations where created to control the mutant population (nice word considering there are so few of us). The first was MC Section. Despite their funky name these people are not fun, MC stands for Mutant Control, they where formed as a subsection of the FBI and got the best in new technology to do their work. The second is even worse, almost no one in the world has not heard of Delta Prime. Many mutants did register because they realy believed it is neccesary for the safety of the people. Some of them where recruited for the governments own elite team of mutants: Delta Prime. Most of the recruits signed right over from Delta Squadron and Superior was asked to lead the new force. Of course he agreed, many think it was his idea in the first place. Then things get too hot for the normal agencies to handle, MC section or Delta Prime are called in. Today with means that most of the time they beat the crap out of some scarred teenager who hasnt figured out what he has become yet.

the vanishing:
It was July 4, 1976. The Devastator and his newest superadvanced dreadnoughts made their last stand atop of the Sears Tower in downtown Chicaco. He just happened to stand on top of some kind of doomsday bomb and threatened to set it of if the US did not surrender to him once and for all. Now as bad as the government is, those mutants with world domination fantasies are even worse and for once Delta Prime tried to do something good. They sent their most elite member on their way to Chicaco to stop the madman and they took the fight to the dreadnaughts. While they held of the Devastators troops Superior tried to stop the mad Alpha himself. You might say that he recklessly risked the life of a whole city and your sure right but he really thought he can make it. Then superior flew it wasn’t only windows that shattered around him, whole skyscrapper crumbled in his wake. But as we all know he didn’t make it. The Devastator had erected a forcefield that managed to hold Superior of for a few seconds. You dont need much time to press a button and so Chicaco vanished in a flash of white light. There was nothing left but a big crater, not ruins, no smoke and certainly no survivors.
At the exact moment of the destruction of Chicaco every Alpha in the world vanished. Some of the missing Alphas where noticed right away, especially those who had company at the time. It took some time to realize that all the others had vanished too. Eventually the world put it all together and the shok rang across the globe like an earthquake. No one can say for sure how a bomb set of in Chicaco could affect the Alphas all over the world but it did.
Most people didn’t know how to react, on one hand they finally got rid of those all those dangerous Alphas. On the other hand all the "good" Alphas where gone too, Superior-the mightiest of them all-among them.
The worst part was that only the free Alphas disappeared. Those in the maximum security-mutant only-prisons stayed. It seems the power dampening field protected them from the effect of the bomb. Now as many innocent mutants are in the prisons, those Alpha mostly deserved to be there. There where simply to few of them and they where too powerful to capture them for just being mutants so you can assume that these ones realy are the black hats. Thankfully most of them died on old age by now, but a handful is still there.
There haven’t been any new Alphas since the vanishing either, mutants still get into the same near death situations as they did back then but their are no more spontanious powersurges. So if your a mutant and it looks like the end is here, well, it probably is. Life’s hard like that.

Today:
Without Superiors calming (read: oppresive) influence, all hell broke loose. It seems people felt like they had to catch up for all the time the thy couldnt wage wars. Even worse, without the governments alphas some mutant groups have started campaigns of terror. I guess they thought then neutrals declare us our enemies they might as well fight back. Here are some news for you: thats crap. Of course its right to defent yourself or take on a government that hunts you but that doesnt mean that normal people are your enemy too. If we want to be free again we will only make it together.

A challenge:
Whoever might read this-wether you are a mutant on the run or a Primer or even just the average Jane or Joe-I`ve got a challenge for you.
Look around you and see what our world has become. Watch how people can be ripped from their beds in the middle of night. How they can be thrown into jail without any recourse. How 16 year old kids are affraid to go to school for fear of being discovered and taken away. How we all live in terror.
There are good reasons to be affraid. This is a dangerous world we live in, after all. But the fact is that the worst crimes are the one`s we have commited to ourselves.
We let the government take charge over our lives. We were scared, and we gave over our power to a small group of people who wield it like a club. We where affrait that things got out of control, so we surrendered control to a "higher power", the people who now claim to be our government. Now things truly are out of control.
Let me say this again, we did this to ourself and we did it willingly.
But it is not too late.
I have watched this long enough and grown bitter with the years. I have ranted along all day but now its time to change something. Have you noticed that the majority of people is not even represented in all the conflicts that go on? If you are with the government you have a place, if you are a terrorist you can go to people like the Killer Angels, if you are greedy enough to sell your soul you can join up with E.Unlimited but if you just want peace back your alone. Its time change that. I refuse to accept that these are all the choices the next generation will have. I refuse to accept that this will be what we leave for our kids. I will change that. It is time that reason finaly raises its voice again and i will find a place to start with that. What can one person change? Well somone has to start and guess what i am not alone. You are there too and maybe you will help me. Together we can change the world, turn this all around and get our freedom and peace back. We just have to want it bad enough and show people like Reaver or Charge that we can stand up for ourself. If you want liberty so bad you can taste it, then step up and take charge of your streets, take charge of your community. Take charge of your life.

This is it i think no one can take more of my speeches so i will start working now. Good luck whatever you will do.

Truth.

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January.11.2004
21:18
The rain hits the streets like a club and it seems like virtual waterfalls rush down the sides of the buildings. Eris hospital robe is already soaked, not that it gave any protection from the freezing water in the first place. She just got out of the hospital and stumbles through the streets with the last of her willpower. It almost feels as if only the fear of what will happen if she is caught that lets her go on at all. In the street behind her she can hear sirens and she stumbles into a small alley to her right. Her foot gets caught in some heap of trash and she stumbles forward, trying not to fall. Suddenly her hand finds something to hold on and she regains her balance. As she looks up she sees that her hand rests on the shoulder of a man before her. He is a bit larger than herself and looks like some kind of athlete. He is wearing army pants, a simple black shirt and a brown coat. But the strangest thing is that he is wearing a mask. A cut of American flag is drawn over his face, leaving only his hair above it visible. He offers one of his hands to help you up and speaks in the rough but not unfriendly voice of someone who has been smoking for a long time.
"Hey kid it looks like you could use a hand."
 


January.11.2004
21:18

Eris lets out a whimper of pain as her arm connects with the larger man's shoulder. She could feel the broken bones in her arm and wrist grating on each other. It would have been a scream that came out, but her throat was already sore from all the screaming that she been doing.

She backed away from him slowly cradling the arm to her chest, her eyes easily adjusting to the darkness of the storm. The two purple eyes shifted away from human mimicing the shape and coloration of Cats' eyes as she struggled to assess the new threat. He didn't sound like he wanted to hurt her, though which was good, the girl was simply too exhausted to deal with anything else that night. Eris looked up into the man's masked face as she accepted his hand up, she was simply out of options.

"Who... who are you, and why are you helping me?" she asked, her voice husky from the screams of pain. She couldn't even remain standing long enough for his answer, she ended up on her knees on the street, water puddling around her as she held onto his hand like it was a life-line and she was drowning.
 

A car screeches to a halt at the alleys entrance and a policemen talks through his microphone. His voice is further disturbed by the one and sounds much more like a machine than a man.
"This is a dangerous mutant, step back for your own safety. We will take care of her!"
Eris feels the mans coat on her shoulders, its not exactly freshly cleaned but it keeps the rain away. He shouts back at the policemen.
"I can see how you've taken care of her. Get lost or i will do it for you."
He sounds more tired than angry. The policement just repeats his shout. Eris hears a soft sigh and a whisper.
"They never listen."
With her darksight she can clearly see how the mans right hand clothes to a fist and he lifts it towards the alleys entrance. Suddenly fire erupts around it and shoots towards the car like a lance. Before she even has time to follow it with her eyes the whole alley is lightened with the light of the exploding policecar. The mans arms carefully slide under her and Eris feels that she is lifted up. Even though he tries to be carefull he is obviously in a hurry and so it still hurts quite a bit. He starts running away from the light and speaks in a low voice while running.
"Don't worry kid, it'll be alright. I'm Patriot, but John will be fine. Just relax."
 

January.11.2004
London/England
20:30

"Jonathon Evan Starsmore " reads the sign. It is one of those namesignes used to find people at the airport. It isn't terribly inappropriate, considering Chamber just stants outside the airport. He is supposed to meet up with the people who promised to help him. The only strange thing is that the sign is just tagged to the wall with some double sided tape and no one is wating there. The signs is nearly unreadibly by now because oh so surprisingly soft rain falls on the steets of London and the water has soaked through the paper.
 
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January.11.2004
21:18

The girl looks up from where she is kneeling at the police officer's shouting, "Please... please don't let them take me back there, I can't go back, not ever." she pleads with Patriot, trying to get him to protect her, her pheromones add to the plea appealing to his masculinity.

Watching wearily as he raises his arm and clenches it, Eris gives a start when the beam of flames destroys the cop car. "Your like me, a mutant, you wont let them hurt me will you?"

Eris screams in pain as Patriot's arms close around her broken ribs, lifting her from her feet. "My ribs... they're broken," she whimpers to him at the rough treatment. Gritting her teeth against the jostling Eris addresses her rescuer. "My name is Eris, Eris Prifty..." she gives a bitter laugh at her last name, "No, just Eris."
 

Shalimar said:
January.11.2004
21:18

The girl looks up from where she is kneeling at the police officer's shouting, "Please... please don't let them take me back there, I can't go back, not ever." she pleads with Patriot, trying to get him to protect her, her pheromones add to the plea appealing to his masculinity.

Watching wearily as he raises his arm and clenches it, Eris gives a start when the beam of flames destroys the cop car. "Your like me, a mutant, you wont let them hurt me will you?"

Eris screams in pain as Patriot's arms close around her broken ribs, lifting her from her feet. "My ribs... they're broken," she whimpers to him at the rough treatment. Gritting her teeth against the jostling Eris addresses her rescuer. "My name is Eris, Eris Prifty..." she gives a bitter laugh at her last name, "No, just Eris."

Patriot continues to run.
"Sorry for the rough ride kid, we have to get out of here before they get reinforcments here.
"Now come on stop pleading before i die of pitty"
He doesn't realy sound like he is joking, obviously her pheromones hit him just as hard as anyone else. He continues for a few minutes and Eris passes out sometime along the way. Then she wakes up a few minutes later she is lying on the bed of a small hotel room. Her hosital gown is gone and a bathrobe is drawn over her. She feels a hand softly brushing over her hand and then feels the man sitting beside her stand up and walk away fast while he whispers.
"Man, she's just a child! Realy its time i catch a cold shower."
 

January.12.2004
Los Angeles/California
11:15
Bright sunlights floods through the airports windows and hits Joey Lees shades. It is a bit arkward to sit here in bay 8, the waiting area has enough seats for about a hundred people and its only 20 minutes or so until the flight is scheduled but he is still the only one sitting there. But even cheking the ticked his parents gave him the third time doesn't change the fact that he is at the right place.
11:18
Clair Thomson finaly managed to get out if his mothers hug and his searching for his flight bay. His parents risked a lot by not registering him and they still wherent happy to see him go but if Derek ever talked about what happened they would all be in a lot of trouble and so they had decided its best to bring Clair as far away as possible. Then that offer from the college in Columbia had flown in it was the best chance to get away from the country.
Then he reaches bay 8 it looks a bit strange, there is only one person sitting there even if its just about 10 minutes till the flight now.
 

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