Noc Haven - 48 hours ago
The ecstatic voice of a young blue skinned boy rings throughout the camp of displaced mutants as his torn sandals patter against the gravel floor and tattered blue overalls fall over his swaying bone spiked arms. Surrounded by others such as himself, this is the only place that he had ever learned of acceptance. He and his fellow immigrants who had been banished from their places of birth. Exiled as a punishment for only being who they were born to be. Mutants.
The loving and soft voice of a mother responds as she smiles towards her blued hued child while sweeping the dust out of her living quarters and onto the busy street outside. Her smile was as joyous as any caring parent would be at the sight of their own youth.
"What's gotten you all thrilled?"
She said with an inquisitive expression while rustling his already tossed brown hair. Bad news was common for their people who had been forced to uproot themselves constantly, but here in the shacks of Noc Haven, at least they were free from persecution and any sort of change of pace brought smiles to the young mutants.
"Sonar said she heard a few helicopters in the distance and they were on their way here! Do you think Noc Haven is sending medical supplies and maybe even food like last month?"
Sonar, a friend of the young boy who was nicknamed for her extraordinary hearing was rarely if ever wrong when it came to eavesdropping. The prediction brought an uncomfortable feeling to the mother's stomach, but she brushed it off. More rations were always welcomed so she convinced herself to be a little more optimistic and just smiled back at her child.
"It should be. Why don't you go and play before the cafeteria ope-"
Her suggestion is cutoff as the sounds of rotary winged air crafts begin to close in on the camp and hover above the town square. The wash from the propellors cause the grime from the landscape to kick up and powder the huts and shacks as they start landing in the center of the encampment.
Strange. They never land. They always kick the pallets off.
Then it strikes her. The blacked aircraft show none of the technological advancements as the cybernetic empire of Noc Haven would normally augment their aircrafts with, while small subdued American flags ornament the exterior tail ramps.
"Scum of the earth!" A voice barks from the back of the helicopter carrier's now open tail ramp as it begins to shut down.
"James get inside and lock the door."
Reluctant, but frightened the boy sprints inside the small shack and obeys his mother. The residents begin to gather around the choppers. Some are defensive, hesitant to investigate the commotion while others are still deceived, expecting to collect a cache of living supplies. All assumptions change as soldiers armed with rifles and clad in black fatigues and body armor march towards the group. Their faces are concealed in black nomex hoods an their crowns protected by ebony helms. The subdues American flag is stitched proudly and perfectly to their sleeves.
What can only be presumed as the leader stomps in between the formation, glancing through the crowd of faces. Before an exchange of words can be made, he draws an m9 pistol gleaming with silver and aims it towards the protective mother from earlier. No hesitation or delay is made as he pulls the trigger and fires a single round that pierces her cranium. With a thud the body smacks the ground followed by screams.
"Don't move! I'm aware of your 'superior' abilities and 'gifts'. Let me warn you now that any sort or action from this moment on will be answered back with deadly force."
A single one of the few men stepped forward with flamed consumed fists at the ready, but before a second step was taken, another gunshot rings out as is shot dead on the spot with precision. No one else dared make any sort of movement. The lack of further response other than cries indicated the acceptance of their terms. No one stood against the hostile intruders with anything more than expressionless anger. Their leaders weren't present as the protecting team of Liberators were scattered to the four winds on personal affairs while the defending city of Noc Haven was too far to respond in time. They were leaderless and knew that if one of them stood again, no one else stood with them.
"Hmph. Homo-Superior? You mutants disgust me. For too long you have laid claim to your dominance that had been derived from a simple blunder in the genetic code. Pathetic!"
His demeaning words were all too familiar to the congregation. Words that had been regurgitated to them over and over like venom. Another shot from the pistol breaks the silence as the soldiers move forward in unison. Still, no one fought back. The majority of their abilities were passive, or even constructive. Not only was their no way to resist, but there was no one to sway the group to fight as one.
"I'll tell you now."
The cowled leader's own smile can be seen forming under the black fabric that laid over his mouth.
"Your communications have been disrupted to the outside world. All that are functioning is your security cameras, but since they have no way of reaching out….No one will be aware of our presence until after we allow them to. Now then….Everyone grab a shovel."
Noc Haven - 24 hours ago
"Envy you can't just sit there forever sulking in your own grief."
The words of the female automatous cyborg are blank, robotic, hollow and lack any real anger or agitation behind them. Just another fabricated puppet from Noc Haven's totalitarian government sent to keep eyes on me, ensuring I don't do anything ludicrous to tarnish the Empire's 'good' name. Still, I refuse to move. Fiddling with the crimson helmet on my lap as I carve microscopic incisions onto it's lacker with my talons. My face is cold and emotionless, but this calm demeanor hides a raging storm. It's oncoming destruction simply looms over the horizon that is the Pierce administration.
So many mutants lost without any real purpose behind their sacrifices. They were suppose to be the future. The destiny of humanity as a species that would someday stamp out their sapien predecessors, but instead, they were butchered like livestock being readied for thanksgiving slaughter. The irony. To think that these…Insects. Worms. Genetically inferior maggots can come into my home and harm those that are better than them.
Perhaps it was my own doing though. I gave away the secret of our birthright. Equality is a lie intended to appease the weak. Only the strong survive because only the strong deserve to. I should have been there training them for the oncoming genocide. I could have at least protected them!
Standing with anger in his eyes, Envy begins to lash out in the office in a fit of rage. His vibranium claws tearing the furniture with ease and slashing at the mechanical walls that surrounded him causing sparks to fly off the steel doors and fortifications. The shredding sounds of the metal screeches throughout the nearby halls, causing other mechanized hybrids to shudder.
"I could have done something other than watch from the other side of the world!"
His howling words struck fear in the security personnel that watched him as they slowly and defensively stepped back, unsure of how far the mutant supremacist would go to exert his frustration. His fury went on for some time before he finally relented and saw the hell that he had unleashed in the tiny room. The guards were spared, but nothing else was left untouched. He paused and sighed heavily retracting his claws and brushing his mohawk backwards with a single hand.
"Let's go. Hack into as many national media stations you can. Radio. Television. Internet. I don't care. The ruler of Noc Haven promised me that I would have the ears of the world at my lips for this."
It didn't take long for static to come across the many airwaves that hadn't been blocked off for various reasons before the face of Envy was plastered on the screens of the world and his voice would begin to echo through the speakers of every radio Noc Haven would allow him to. His face wasn't one of anger nor hate, but a simple one that maintained a slight frown. For a few brief moments he simply stared at the camera in sadness before speaking. His black suit that had formed to the contours of his honed and muscular physique did well to reflect the time of mourning. The only colored portion was a simple white rose that had small red stains upon it's petals. Ominous.
"Some of you may or may not know me. Either way it doesn't matter. A horrendous act was perpetrated earlier that fills not only my mind with disgust, but my heart with sorrow. Late yesterday evening, a team of highly trained soldiers equipped with American rifles and uniforms violently and horrifically attacked the unarmed mutant refugee camp lying in the outskirts of Noc Haven. These mutants were not only defenseless and peaceful, but they were women and children seeking to escape European persecution. They were murdered and shot with extreme prejudice by 5.56 nato rounds by uniformed men in American soldier attire. These mutants were left to die in graves that had been dug by their own hands."
Envy paused once again. Gritting his teeth this time and squinting his eyes as a single tear rolled down his cheek. If he were putting up an act, this show might have rivaled that of some oscar nominees. If it wasn't, then perhaps he finally felt compassion in the eyes of others. Lifting his head back up he glared into the camera with his sweat soaked hair falling over his face.
"Say what you will about me and my wrongdoings. Condemn me and those like me for acts perpetrated through self defense. But you should have left those who wanted no part in this battle of species to their own business."
No longer bearing a persona of pain and grief, Envy clenches his jaw and balls his hands together into fists. Stepping closer and closer to the camera that focused in on him, making his figure look intimidating and much larger than usual. His pain wasn't alone. No, he never felt simply sorrow. It was always coupled with another emotion. Hate.
"Just as the United States refused to let the attack of Pearl Harbor go unanswered in World War II….I will refuse to let the beginning of this genocide go unpunished. I will rain down the acid tears of those that you murdered onto your precious White House. The names of those women and children that you so wrongfully stole from the world will be etched upon your political buildings and offices in the blood of those who committed this crime."
His venting anger was derived from so much regret. What if he had been there to stand against the American troops that raided the camps? Would he have defended them as he imagined and saved everyone like he had hoped? Or would he have been another casualty left buried from the massacre and left unavenged? To be honest it didn't matter at this point. He was aware that he was letting his emotions for his species cloud his judgment, hindering his extraordinary mind from performing as tactical and commanding as was his norm.
He had to think carefully the next few steps that must be taken, or his abrasive and threatening words would be just that. Threats spoken from the fangs of a mutant monster that ravaged with hate and spite for the sapiens. The cards he had been dealt were stained with blood, and as much as he thought against it, they needed to be played.
"I warn the people of America now. Leave the federal buildings from which you dwell near. Find shelter away from the plague that your leaders have wrought onto your nation. My quarrel is with those who perpetrated the act of war, and those who ordered it's actions. No harm will come to those that refuse to take up arms against me."
The lies were practically falling from his tongue. Of course he wouldn't hesitate to slice down anyone that stood in his way. The people, regardless of alignment, that stood in the way of his targets were more than just collateral damage. They were a bonus. But he needed the sympathy of mutants that sat teetering on the border of decision and it always helped to play the victim to avoid trouble with outside nations that would rather turn a blind eye.
"And to my brothers and sisters of Homo-Superior. Embrace your gifts and stand with me. This is not an act of revenge, but of justice. The hand that will strike in it's name shall be the hand of a mutant and it will be swift! This is the beginning of their purge, siblings! It starts with a strong armed attack upon the innocent to coerce us into lying down in fear of their weapons that threaten us."
The passion seeping from his words bolsters his own spirit, affirming his belief in the cause. With raised fists and powerful veins pumping along his neck, he reaches down to his feet and grasps something he had never used before. Placing it upon his crown is the red helm he had fiddled with earlier. It's engravings show canine like teeth and pointed ears on its sides, mimicking a demon dog from the ancient tribes of the first mutant settlements in Native America.
"I stand before you, leading this charge. Not as a resident of Noc Haven. Not as a friend of Venezuela. Not as a born citizen of America. But as a proud mutant flying his own flag. Now more than ever, we need to stand together not only as a people, but as a species. Only one question remains. What is the measure of your resolve my siblings?! If this act of terror wasn't enough to anger you. To push you further...Then another question arises. What does it truly mean to be branded Homo-Superior?"
If you asked Envy, he would probably admit that he studied the speeches and public speaking of Stalin, Hitler and JFK.
He nodded is head in pride as the monitors shut off and he was cleared from live news feed. The air in the room was silent, but tense as the androids couldn't fully comprehend what had just occurred and how to react. They had no directives for such an event and stood in place in awe. All except the feminine robot from earlier.
"Mr. Diabolous, you were warned by the High ruling authority of th-"
Her words were cut short as a mixture of oil and blood spurted from her biotic carotid artery. Rushing to apply pressure to the fatal wound, she fell down to her knees as the rapid loss of blood would soon cause her to lose consciousness, then soon enough, her life.
"I don't take orders from you….Machine."
Forces were gathering on both sides of the spectrum. This recent declaration of retaliation from Envy would not be taken lightly by anyone. It was clear to him that the battles at hand would not be to win a war or to kill a few of the other species off. No. It was much larger than that. America had just turned into a massive chess piece that may decide mutant and human relations for decades to come. The time to strike preemptively was now.
American East Coast - Now
Aboard an unnamed sea vessel stands the propagator of war clad in black body armor and a crimson steel canine helmet. A recently obtained ebony katana strapped to his back glistened against the sun. The weapon had complimented Envy's fighting style well, as he found out during his intense training in Venezuela with Ivana's Orochi. The training that had brought him away from Noc Haven and her mutant residents. Away from his duty as their protector.
The static of the communication bud in his helmet broke with the voice of an unknown associate, "We're closing in on New York City, Sir. What are your orders for your allies?"
It took a moment for Envy to digest recent events, but still he calculated the possible outcomes of his retaliation towards the sapien administration. The movements of key players on the chessboard that was America moved in his head. Both on their accord and by his command.
The taloned mutant responded. He had complete confidence that his allies were not only competent enough to make clever and cunning decisions to further their trek towards The White House, but they were also deadly enough to cause as much devastation to the human population based on their personal desires.
"They know the mission. Take New York City and form it into a base of operations. Overwhelm Philadelphia with our stronger forces and turn her into an extension of ourselves. Then, and only then will we march on the barricaded home of our enemies and burn it to ashes."