Author's Note: This is part of chapter 1 out of Armageddon.
I never thought I'd ever say this but, I wish I were a mutant again. It's really weird. I never thought I'd miss my pyrotechnic powers, but now they're gone and I do.
Now what do I do with my life? I used to have a goal in my life and my chosen career was to be an X-Man. I trained hard in the Danger Room and later in the Biosphere, paid attention in class... most of the time and learned from the best X-Man ever known.
Now what? Now that the X-Men are regular homo sapiens and the dream that I've dedicated my life to believing and upholding is no longer needed. There is no need to fight for equal rights for mutants when there is no mutants to fight for rights. (Did that make sense?)
Beast... or Hank doesn't know what's going on and he's been working on the problem for almost a straight week now. It's almost like he was trying to cure the Legacy Virus. He hardly ever comes out of his lab. Bobby brings him his meals but Hank hates to stop and eat. Not that I blame him. If I was such a brainiac like Hank is and something big happened like this, I'd be working night and day trying to solve it too.
The funny thing about this is that I'm not worried so much for myself, but for people that are really close to me who is being effect by this more than I am. Jono's in really bad shape and Paige is really cut up about it. Even with the advanced technology of the Shi'ar, I don't think that Starsmore's going to last the week.
It's strange, I never really got to know Jono that well and now that he's dying because he can't eat and his body is quickly running out of energy, I realize I'm going to miss him. He was always there for me when I needed to talk about missing Wolvie or the other X-Men. He didn't get all twisted in a knot like Monet would. Or sometimes we'd just sit and talk to each other about life and our different views. Okay... I did most of the talking but it was still good to have a listening ear when I needed it.
But, Jono isn't the one who has me worried the most worried the most - it's Wolvie.
Hank did a full check on the Wolvster and found out that without his healing factor, Logan's body is ageing more quickly than normal people. His body is just wearing down. In a couple of weeks, maybe months, he may be too frail to do anything and I'd loose him.
I hate thinking about it.
It doesn't seem real.
I mean, Wolverine is invincible or was invincible with his adamantium skeleton and healing factor. Nothing could stop him. Ripped up by a T-Rex, and stuff. When Magneto pulled all the metal out of him, he survived that... barely but he did and walked away with a wounded self-esteem. Even after that he bounced back and returned to the X-Men. Actually, when I think about it, he's bounced back more times than I have fingers and toes.
That's twenty right?
But now, I'm not sure of anything anymore. Everything and everyone that I've ever grown to believe in is falling apart. The thing that we had in common and has held us together is gone. None of us are mutants now, and it's difficult for all.
I feel so lost. I don't know what to do now, other than be strong; if not for myself, then for Wolvie. I can't show him that I'm scared.
I guess that's my dream worth fighting for now.