Modern dark age mutation

by AnnOminous

Category: Marvel
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-04-07 14:49:48
Updated: 2016-04-07 14:49:48
Packaged: 2016-04-27 22:25:00
Rating: M
Chapters: 1
Words: 2,833
Publisher: [Link]
Summary: Original story and character set in an X-man orientated
Marvel style world. Decidedly unpleasant story about a child scared
by the Internets unfiltered depiction of inhumanity and depravity, a
death of innocence. Where on-line be-headings go viral and Cam-whore
is a profession you unashamedly have on your passport. Please read
forward notes and review or PM.

Modern dark age mutation

Forward

Background:

I wanted to write a marvel mutant based coming of age novel that took
as its lead a character that was decidedly unpleasant. It is not a
character I hope any of the reader-ship should identify with it is
the fact that he is so different that perhaps makes him of interest;
is this enough to establish a readership?

I am concerned with the perversion of the young by access to and

abuse of the Internet. Poor security and utilities such as: Snapchat,
Skype, Webcams, Facebook and other facilities that have the potential
to damage those exposed at any age but especially the young and
wanted to explore a character who had been scared by his personal (or
groomed) use.

Earth 23 is very similar to our Earth. It has all the features of our
reality: same countries, same personalities (politicians, movie
stars, etc.), and same historical events (World War II, 9/11, etc.),
and so on. However it does not possess the same superheroes as found
on other Earth's, new countries such as Wakanda or Sokovia and SHIELD
is a different beast.

In this world the mutant phenomenon as depicted in the X-men films is

in effect and the events of 20th century Fox's films have / will have
taken place however these are the only superheroes no aliens, gods or
otherwise empowered individuals not even those empowered by
technology since the tech on this world is no more advanced as that
of the Earth we are accustomed. Governments are more than aware of
the mutants in their midst and plan to enlist their aid or nullify
their threat using the 'Leech-drug' etc. and there is no lack of
jealous fear and mutant hatred.

Use of English:

Where conversation is not verbal but is instead telepathic I use

'quote marks' whilst verbal conversation is in "speech marks". It is
a convention I routinely use and is important as it avoids having to
point out what ia "heard by most" or heard 'by a few, or just one
individual'.

Word doesn't like the word 'tased' it is clearly a verb meaning to

use a Taser on someone or an adjective referring the victim of a
Taser's use.

Chapter 1: Taken (2461 words).

I looked at the others who had been pulled from their classes and
taken by machoprefects to the old gym. All our prefects were hench,
even the girls and their smarter uniforms were always perfect. They
were like a private army headed by the principle, the Gestapo of St
Patricks. The prefects had just left us here without a word, they
hadn't even asked us to wait. They hadn't explained why I was there,
perhaps they had told the others.

"Anyone know why we're here?" I asked nervously. No one said a thing
but the larger of the two boys shrugged his shoulders. I assumed I
was the last, as there were only five seats this side of the old
school table which had been heavily graffiti in the past and
ineffectively cleaned. 'Fuck dis shite' stared back at me from the
facing edge. 'Dis shite' I considered, children of today, what has
education come to; then I realised I was sounding like my mum. I
amused myself by imagining what my father would say 'Children of
today love? It's clear from the high levels of abrasion it's a mark
from yesteryear'.

Other than us five the place seemed abandoned. A few lose ropes hung
snakelike from the ceiling and the: rubbished, disused, abandoned
equipment had all been shoved to one end, left jumbled like flotsam
on the shore. The old gym was only ever used for exams these days and
I wondered where they kept all the chairs and folding exam desks?
Sunlight streamed through the unwashed glass high on one side of the
place and a few strip lights flickered irritated by their forced
employment from a long redundant slumber. I looked at the footprints'
from each chair back to the doorway, left open by the prefects that
hadn't entered. The door creaked annoyingly then slammed shut as the
elder girl glared at it. There were more prints from the door to the
coach's room beyond, two large men and a woman's shoes. I wondered
what I had in common with the other four so diligently
sequestered.

Three were sophomores, the older Afro-American girl a junior. I only

knew Bunny by name but had seen all four about the school. The two
boys were jocks. I had seen them in the playoff game the whole school
had been forced to watch; subjected to a narrow defeat, but a defeat
none the less. I remembered the larger was a good defensive
line-backer whilst the scrawnier one a wide receiver, very fast but
not the best catch. What the hell did a freshman everyone considered
weird, who had no friends and no interests anyone shared, or at least
admitted to, have in common with those boys? Why was I here?

The two girls were further removed from me. The younger prettier one
was Bunny, a cheerleader. I knew the names of all the cheerleaders
and could only guess how she had come by the nickname. The long legs
extending from her too short well rolled skirt, the firm breasts
swelling her sweater, the flowing, curly, golden hair that shone in
the lengthening rays of fall, the sparkling, laughing, delicately
made up eyes; I had no evidence but imagined she fucked like a
rabbit. The playoff game hadn't been a complete waste of time. I had
kept my phone's cam trained on the girls and watched them over and
over on my computer at home, curtains drawn, cock in hand. Now we
were in the same room.

I stared at her and she stared back. We had never been so close. I
tried to smell the scent of her, but all my straining nostrils could
detect was the smell of thousands of exercising teens with poor
hygiene who had been forced to use this shell of a building that
should long ago have been demolished. Like the stereotype I imagined
her to be she blew a big bubble of gum, chewed it back into her mouth
and popped it with her teeth. I realised I was still staring as did
she, crossing her legs and angled her hemline away from me, then she
averted her eyes. The other girl gave me an evil stare as if she were
reading my filthy Bunny thoughts, I was certain Bunny was double
jointed, perhaps she could lick her own…

My daydream was shattered by the coach's door opening and a: tall,

solid, man, built like the doorman of an illegal gambling den, or at
least my idea of what such a person would be like; looked out and
then shut the door again. Maybe they were waiting for a sixth
student, but where was its chair? My thoughts returned to the tubby,
plain, junior with her thick rimmed glasses and frizzy afro hair. She
reached down to her bag, took out her Kindle and started to read. I
wondered if we were here because we were such strong teenage
stereotypes? Two Jocks, a cheerleader, a geek and a weirdo clearly we
were waiting for some alt-muso be it: punk, goth, emo, metal-head to
complete the line-up. I thought about what we as a group could have
done? What we had in common as a group was pointless so I considered
myself in isolation; 'that shouldn't be hard dear' I imagined my
mother jibbing in 'You really should try and find yourself some
friends.'

I had been pulled from Drama. I had been disrespectful to Ms Hall as

I always was period five on a Wednesday. As usual I had been sent to
the back of the studio to watch the others work and then write a
critical appraisal of their performances, in my own time. Like always
I barely watched, why would I when from here, through the window it
was possible to peer down into the girls changing room. Although the
windows were all heavily frosted I could still make out just enough
movement beyond to fuel my imagination. I had a good imagination,
both Mrs Gilbert my English teacher and Fratinni in art agreed. I
knew all the girls in the class that used the swimming pool period
five on a Wednesday and that helped my imagination a lot. In my mind
each fleshy blur became one of them, glorious in her nakedness as
they stripped out of their costumes and pulled their twisted towels
back and forth between their legs, perhaps I watched too much
tentacle hentai? As we had a five period day Ms Hall would keep me
behind and have a quiet word, asking again 'Why are you so good on
Mondays and such a different person Wednesday afternoons?' She never
kept me long, just long enough for me to imagine her changing out of
her swimming costume, black contrasting as much as possible her milky
skin. It was a one-piece, always a one piece, covering as much as
possible so that even more could become exposed. She'd remind me of
the report I had to write whilst I still imagined her wringing her
costume dry with the heavy scent of chlorine and jiggling of her
breasts. It always left me dashing to the toilet before heading home
but today our routine had been shattered just as this daydream was by
the sudden sound of footsteps as the coach's door opened again.

The man seen a moment earlier and a clone like accomplice preceded an
average woman with a slightly oriental look about her, power suited
in red contrasting strongly the men's black suits, she oozed
authority. Bunny and the jocks stood to attention as if the principle
had just entered class neither the geek nor I did. I couldn't easily,
my previous imaginings had made me strategically place my satchel on
my lap and now the woman in red had become a waking vision in rubber
and leather, crop in hand her average breasts lifted almost out of
the tight laced basque. It strained my trousers beneath the satchel.
Perhaps feeling pressured by the others the geek held her Kindle
tightly and stood forcing me to do likewise, hopefully I could mask
my obvious discomfort; Ms Hall's classes were perhaps useful for
something.

"Please sit" she instructed and I was the first back in my seat,
pressing the satchel down on it. I had to think of something else. "I
have exciting news for you." I was already excited, too excited. Her
open jacket revealed a silk shirt, perhaps Chinese silk hinting at
her potential partial heritage. I imagined it was smooth to the
touch, so smooth. The jacket was open almost enough to reveal her
hardened nipples pressing against its stretched sheer form. I needed
the toilet but there was no way I could put up my hand and ask, it
had got to the point where there was no way I could escape the old
gym without the reason for my nervousness and discomfort being
obvious to everyone, it had got to that point. I stared at the
satchel I was pressing down on. 'Satchel' I thought in desperation.
Why the hell had my parents brought me a satchel? Even in my last
school no one had anything so retro, in this school only the goth
girl in my year and I had one. Other students teased me about it but
not her, she had the confidence and style to carry it off, not I. She
was; fuck, I quickly tried to think of someone, something else
anything else. I looked at the other kids bags: the boys Buccaneer's
backpacks full of smelly, sweaty, sports kit. The geek's huge black
carryall contained nothing but books and stationery maybe a lap top
and the Kindle I had seen her putting away out of the corner of my
desperate eye. My mind's eye tried to imagine boring stationery, but
my twisted imagination recalled the cam whore in the school uniform
with the glue stick and the marker pen. Frantically I switched my
attention to Bunny's tiny handbag far too small to contain anything
that could be of use bar a butt plug and a few vibrating love eggs.
Shit! It had happened but at least now I could concentrate on what
this woman had to say.

"You're probably wondering why you're here?" She had just asked and
Bunny's hand had shot up. The raised arm had made her breast jiggle
beneath her fluffy sweater and created an odd asymmetry. It painfully
twitched one last time. I stopped pressing on my satchel, there was
no point anymore, all I could do was hope this would be a short
meeting that would allow me to sort myself out before the wetness
soaked through my briefs and stained my pants. "Yes Ms Garcia?"
Clearly the smartly dressed dominatrix had done her homework and knew
all our names, although her tone implied she was annoyed by having
her opening statement interrupted.

"You can call me Bunny Ma'am. Everyone calls me Bunny. I'm not
certain why. Perhaps it was because.." Bunny stopped talking; she had
met the woman's stern gaze, both held their breath. The woman rolled
her eyes slightly and breathed out heavily. "Is it because we're all
mutants Ma'am?" The woman looked shocked, we all did.

"What?" asked the geek girl instantly, too instantly and she was
trying too hard to sound sincere in her surprise. We were all aware
of the mutation issue. We had all seen the reports on telly. Only the
other night there had been a big television debate about it; the
threat, registration issues and pressure to revoke the government's
recent compulsory DNA fingerprinting policy.

"No way, we only had those samples taken a week ago! You're seriously
telling me I'm some kind of super dude?" I looked at the shocked
Jocks, neither was speaking, then I realised it was I that had
spoken.

"That maybe the case Billy" The woman replied. Great I thought Bunny
gets 'Ms Garcia' and I get a 'Billy' not a Mr Johnson or even a Bill.
I felt talked down to, but then my exclamation had sounded a bit like
an excited six year old, maybe that's why I was 'Billy no-mates'?
"But there are just as many being born with harmful mutations as
those that are creating _super_ beings; but there's nothing to be
alarmed about, we're here to help."

"Nothing to be alarmed about, we don't even know who you are? You
could just as easily be the Brotherhood or Genocide as our
government. Why would we trust a government we've not voted for and
wouldn't have even if we were old enough to. Hell you could be some
foreign power trying to create an army of super soldiers to establish
a single world state and wipe out the individuality of nations." The
geek girl stated as she stood.

"There's nothing to be alarmed about." The woman repeated and

suddenly I wasn't, Bunny and the boys were also sitting quietly,
calmly without a care, even in my wet discomfort I had no concerns, I
believed her. The geek though was alarmed, she had picked up her bag
and was walking towards the door the wind had caught and opened
again.

"Stop Felicity, we are friends!" Our caring dominatrix pleaded,

raising her voice. Felicity did stop, as if she had suddenly walked
on glue, a fly stuck on paper, she twisted at her waist to face our
new friend. I watched the woman, my new friend, maybe even a
girlfriend, shit she was an experienced woman, she wanted me and I
wanted her, what a MILF, clutch her head and shake like one of those
women connected to vibrating belt machines on the infomercials I
watched in private at night whilst my family slept. I recalled the
shaking flesh barely contained by their too tight leotards, as blood
trickled from her nose. Her two hench guards drew their guns and shot
Felicity who fell to the floor twitching and clearly tased. She had
fallen in such a way that her skirt, even though she wore it unrolled
at the prescribed length, had left her exposed. The charge had forced
an unconsciousness and loss of control and I watched fascinated as
her bladder emptied itself and her white panties became translucent
as she lay in her growing puddle of piss.

"Everything's going to be fine" she reassured us all. "You want to

come with us." I checked out her armed bodyguards and wasn't at all
sure. Her yes but I was pretty certain of my sexuality. The two men
picked up Felicity and we all followed the woman to the waiting
minibus with its black glass windows. Inside she kept reassuring us
as she checked our seatbelts and injected us.

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