{Third Person}

The death of the two legacies (Charles Xavier and Logan) set the world on fire. America had been in a new Civil War for the first time in nearly two centuries.

It was a dog eat dog world now...social constructs separated into many groups of strong opinionated people. Those who believed in mutant obliteration had begun targeting anyone around the ages 13 or older. They'd be abducted and sent for questioning if anything seemed quite off about the child. Then the government would take care of them, taking complete control. But most believed that mutants had finally been terminated with the Professor. No one wanted mutants, not even for weapons anymore...but the government had other plans with these children.

The school for the gifted was long forgotten, dusting away in a overgrown field with vines to encase the poor aged place. The forest had taken it over slowly and Charles Xavier's legacy was nothing more than part of history now. A myth to those who stayed hidden and reclusive.

//Somewhere in Maryland\\

"We did it! We finally did!" A man shouted, starting up a solar powered lawn mower. "It's finally fixed."

"Wow, it's amazing, dad!" The man's son exclaimed, staring down at the panels his father had just set up that shimmered in the midday sun. Suddenly, the boy spotted something...two figures in the corner of his eye. He turned to watch the figures stalking down the sidewalk. "Who...are they?"

The man stood up straight and watched the two figures stop and stare at them. "Has the boy been tested?" They asked, a gun being cocked. These two were known as Castor and Polly, but no one knew their true names. They were sent by FBI to keep an eye on families and children so no mutants lived in the city of Baltimore.

"Yes," the father said, holding up the papers that the government had given him. "Healthy and human...leave us be, now."

Suddenly, a voice came out through the speaker attached to one of the figure's hips. "Attention all MIP agents, we found A-57! He is on the run with what looks to be a redheaded girl. Agent Chrysippus and I are on high pursuit," the man sounded like he was running with the clomp of his shoes.

The two figures looked to one another for a moment and nodded knowingly before turning back to the work at hand.

"What about them?" The figure to the right (Castor) asked, raising a finger towards something in the bushes.

The father spun around to look, squinting through the sunlight. He spotted a shadow with their hood up squatting in the bushes. "Who is there?!"

The shadow stood up and began running...running off to the forest that led far up towards the hills behind the town.

"After them!" The figure to the left (Polly) shouted, chasing the shadow like a game of cat and mouse.

Castor followed behind, trying to keep up. He knew Polly was much quicker than him and soon lost the other. He panted, looking around the forest. "Poll! Let's go! It's not worth the waste of time!" He called out, the skeleton mask he had on only revealing his caramel brown eyes.

"This will definitely be worth our time," Polly's voice replied, causing Castor to jump and look around for his partner.

"Get your ass out here," Castor scoffed, chuckling. "Stop clowning, we need to get back to work."

A short teen with pitch black skin walked out from behind a tree. 'Mr. Bowels, you will forget this entire encounter and fall fast asleep...not awaking until midnight,' a distorted voice that made Castor's head buzz echoed. The teen had a stitched mouth and dark green eyes that stared up at him menacingly.

Castor soon dropped to the ground, being forced into slumber by this mutant child.

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"Possible mutant disturbance in Baltimore, Maryland," Polly had announced to all MIP agents through the radio in his vehicle. He had found his partner passed out in the woods after loosing the suspect that was heading on foot. "I suspect it to be M-32 or X-25."

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The short boy with charcoal black skin had managed to escape the agents and find the other boy on the run from these men.

The other boy stood at around 5'8'' and had one scar across his right eye. He acted quite serious and almost completely emotionless, other than the permanent sneer he had with the set of clenched teeth. "Didya loose em, Mike?" He asked, sitting in the field of tall hay they had hidden themselves within.

The mutant, known as Michael, with the stitched mouth nodded, forcing his lips up to make an almost impossible smile that made him tear up from the tightening feeling in his face.

"Mike...come 'ere," the other boy said, a set of silver looking claws shot out from his fingertips.

Michael hesitated, then leaned forward towards his companion. 'Hector, are you sure this is a good idea?' He asked in a mimicked voice (Hector's voice). One thing notable about Mike was that he was never given a voice of his own that anyone found suitable to hear, so he just mimicked other voices he found most familiar to him.

"You will feel much better without that damn thread keeping your mouth shut," Hector persisted, his clawed index finger reaching to the corner of Michael's mouth. In one swift motion, the threading was torn out.

In all of Michael's years of knowing how to speak, he could finally do so...with his own mouth. No more feeding tubes, no more uneven breathing, and, most importantly, no more scientists picking and poking at him like a lab rat. He hastily felt at his lips, the sensation making him cry and truly smile. A smile he had only ever made as a toddler. "Th-Thank you," he whispered in a low, shaky voice that reminded Hector of a nervous man giving a speech.

Hector was hugged tightly and given praises he had never had and, quite frankly, believed he didn't deserve.

"Alright, enough," Hector said, standing and hurrying to the nearest road by the fields. "We have to be in Pennsylvania by sunset."

Michael gasped, then giggled, standing to follow Hector to the road. "Hey! Did you hear the radio while ago before the agents chased us?" He asked, jumping out of the field.

"Somethin' about an A-57?" Hector shrugged, looking both ways on the road before walking towards the nearest sign that he had spotted.

"I remember some kids that went by that type of label," Michael admitted, swinging along the sign. His shaggy brown hair pushing back from the air.

"Uh-huh," Hector replies, acting as though he cared. He read the sign before deciding where to walk.

They soon hitched a ride with a trucker who brought them all the way into Johnstown, Pennsylvania.

"Thank ya, sir," Hector said as both the boys hopped out. He glanced down at Michael with a soft smile, but quickly went back to an emotionless state.

Michael yawned and stretched, leading Hector through the town. They looked for a perfect place to kick back for a night. It ended up being an abandoned shed near a warehouse in the back.

The shed was dusty and had a twin sized bed with a ripped up quilt on it. Hector knee right away that sleep would be very underwhelming, but he dropped down on it. He hated how much it reminded him of his old room back at the facility. Mike soon dropped down beside him and tucked himself into the blanket, using an old sack filled with what they believed to be fertilizer as a pillow.

"Night, Hector," Michael whispered in a mimicked voice of a child.

"Whatever," Hector grumbled, rolling onto his side and closing his catlike eyes.

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