Snippet #1027131

He felt the blade at his neck.
"I don't want to kill you, but if you don't turn around and leave I will!"
"You'd better do it," he replied. "It's the only way to stop me coming after you and ripping your lungs out of your throat." There were tears rolling down his cheeks, his world was falling apart. Betrayed by his friend, the MTD crumbling around him and her standing there with a knife to his neck looking so God damn much like his daughter. "I swear to God, I'll kill you all for this. Not just you, but every single one of your mutant friends. You're all dead, do you hear me? DEAD!" He span to look at her pleading face.
"Leave us alone. Please. Just stop."
He tipped his head to the side and sighed, his bottom lip trembling a little. He looked at her, a look of utter confusion as if what she had said was an impossible task.
"No."

*****

It had happened on the day of the incident, Cole was already working for the government then, helping mutants who couldn't control their dangerous abilities that was all. She had argued with him. She told him she hated him for being such a hypocrite, a mutant helping the government to kill his own kind. She called him Hitler and Stalin and the names of a handful of mass murderers and he had sat there and let her speak, because, damn it, she had the right to feel however she wanted. When he tried to explain it to her, she spat in his face, her own father's face. Then she had tried to fly away. But, God if she'd only done it sooner.
It had felt like a pulse of energy, that was the only way to describe it, like a voice calling out across the planet and jolting awake latent parts of his X-Gene. Suddenly, his power was active, not just taking out abilities, but any energy source for a city block... and she was in range of him. He watched helplessly as she plummeted from the sky, her wings becoming useless appendages, always only being just for show, the real power being something else entirely. She hit the ground with a sickening crunch. He ran to her and held her in his arms as she died. She cried, but she was immune to the healing effect of her own tears. She could save anyone but herself.
"I love you, Daddy. I-I'm sor..." He didn't move until the neighbours found him, still crying over her body, the next day.
Of course, that had been the day that the world had changed. The day that the new mutants began to appear.
No consequences.