the gods will play

TITLE: Redemption.
AUTHOR: Alex
EMAIL: alex@graham160.freeserve.co.uk
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t own any of the characters no infringement intended.
ARCHIVE RIGHTS: just ask
RATING: R
SUMMARY: someone is playing tricks on some well loved mutants we all know.


It had taken them six months to destroy my home.
Six months of sheer unadulterated terror, of being hunted for food and as hosts for their young.
Six months for five hundred billion people to be wiped out, give or take a few million.
What surprises me is the fact I survived. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a fighter in my own right, but how can a physically disabled woman survive that kind of holocaust when others fitter and more aggressive died so early on?

I haven’t a clue. I couldn’t save my family or friends, though god did I try.

Then six months to the day the nightmare started, the others arrived.
Realizing that the threat they had chased half way across two galaxies had found a home and practically wiped out an emerging sentient race, they stepped in and removed all sentient life that was left on the planet. They removed six of us.
Six, strange how that number repeats it’s self as an omen in my life. I was six when my mother met her third husband. She married when I was eight and it lasted six horrible years.
I was with the father of my boy’s for six years, not all bad, some were good.
My youngest was six when he died as a host for our new hungry lodgers.
It took the others six years to find a way of destroying our home so completely that the beasts that had fed on my people were totally wiped out.
In those six years they also relentlessly worked at persuading us the refugees to under go the ‘transformation’ into warriors. Or so they claimed.

It took them sixty years to complete the process, with us held in stasis until they completed the task they had set themselves.
No longer were we human. Couldn’t call us that anymore, oh we looked human all right, but we weren’t. We had ‘gifts’.

No longer would we hide in fear, it would be others hiding in fear from us!
On a whim they changed our names to that of some of the ancient gods we had long ago given up on worshiping.
Well we had Hera, total bitch with the fact she thought she could have the four men rescued along with us two women.

What a laugh that was.

We had on the male side, Mars, Odin, Ra and not forgetting my favorite, Thor.
The men were fine with me, mind you our new friends had a twisty humor, and they named me, Loki.

Ha, soo not me.

The gifts we had were different in each of us according with our own genetic code.
Let’s just say for ease at the moment that we could really call ourselves gods.

We had that much power.

After another sixty years of hard training to get us used to our powers they cast us out into the big bad galaxy to fend for ourselves, and to hopefully find a new home.
Now you are wondering just what exactly, they sent us out in?
Nothing. We didn’t need spaceships or fancy weapons, we were literally GODS.
We no longer needed air to breathe, or food to eat as we could go long times without. We were invincible.
Or so we thought. Turns out that after we have been awake and running around for two hundred thousand years or so, we need to sleep, to revive our flagging strength.
So that’s what I did.

I found a nice planet some two thousand years before my big doze, and made it my home.
It reminded me very strongly of my own home world which was destroyed so many, many years ago.

Couldn’t blame me for settling there now can you.
They even looked like me, not as tall mind but still, just as nice. I think that I must have started the rumor about the gods and the amazons on this world as the people really did notice me for my height and the fact that when I got pissed, I tended to cause earthquakes and throw lightning around.
Mind you, they were just the tip of the iceberg as far as ability went.
So finally the urge to sleep arrives. So I make a home for myself, well out of the way, curl up and fall asleep.

For FIVE thousand years. Bummer.

When I finally join the land of the living, not only is my wardrobe waaayyy out of fashion, but everyone was different. They had reached the technological era that my own people had reached before our unwanted guests killed us off.
Now imagine this, you are basically a god, but you need to sleep, so how do you do it?
Simple, you turn yourself into a stone statue, and let the dumb fools who worshiped you when you were awake, be your caretakers when you sleep!

Simple.

Not.

Waking up to find out the fact that you are the focal point of a rather large ugly fountain, was not what I was expecting.
Especially since I was positioned in the middle of an entrance to a school.

Err, this could get tricky, I really don’t fancy shifting back into my true form around dozens of flighty kids.

Now before you lecture me on this point, you must understand that now these people would not accept me for what I am, they would see me as a threat and a possible experiment.
Yes, I know my name is Loki, and that means I’m the god of mischief, still I don’t fancy revealing myself just yet until I can get to grips with this new world I had woken up in.

Boy was I in for a surprise.

Where as my people hadn’t yet reached the next step in evolution, these had.

I was outside a school for mutants.

I was at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

So, I watched, and I learned that all was not well with these people who had once been my subjects. (Yes I know, conceited of me, but you try living as me and not become conceited about being worshiped as a god!)

Well, I couldn’t resist, I meddled.

Badly.

Heh, I really loved spooking out not only the brats in this school but the faculty too.

Did it for six weeks, (yep six again) till he returned.

I had the ability to leave my stone self behind and appear as a ghost would, hence freaking out all the students and teachers.
But what about telepaths I hear you ask?
My mind is a constant blank to them; it is like I don’t exist.

Shame I forgot about my scent.

The feral returned. I was in the process of scaring the young boy called Jonas in the rec room one night just after he had returned. I was in the middle of rearranging all the furniture when he shot into the room and surprise surprise; he had metal throughout his whole body. Metal was a specialty of mine.

“Who’s there?” he demanded. “I can smell ya”

Now that DID intrigue me.

Standing directly in front of him, I made myself visible to him, not as my statue looked, (thankfully, the weather had drastically changed that appearance) but as I looked just after the others had finished their training of myself and my friends.
I stand at six foot in height, which is with my boots on mind you. My hair is pulled up on top of my head and left to cascade down my back, it reaches mid thigh in this style. You can’t call me blond as most of my hair underneath is a vibrant purple.
I was wearing my full warrior outfit that I wore when I first arrived on this planet.
Basically, it comprised of a short leather skirt and matching bustier with my wristbands and matching arm jewelry.
Plus my heeled knee high leather boots, in white.

Heh, I think he was stunned to say the least especially since I leaned over and kissed him, full on the lips!

With that I faded from sight and moved out of the way to watch the ‘fireworks’ so to speak.
Jonas was defiantly gob smacked.

The feral just stood there stunned, when the headmaster wheeled into the rec room.
“Logan, is everything alright?” He asked in his upper crust English accent.
‘Logan’ looked at the headmaster and said “shit, since when do ghosts hit on me?”

Well what can I say?

I had to leave or I would give myself away with laughter.

Returning to my statue, I let my mind roam to catch what was happening inside.
Needless to say, the place was in uproar over the fact that Logan had seen the ‘ghost’ and Charles Xavier had not.
I let this state of affairs carry on for some days till I decided that the next phase in my plan was ready.
Making sure that the ‘statue’ wouldn’t crumble anytime soon, I moved my body in the middle of the night straight into central park.

Manipulating myself, I drastically changed my appearance to that of a seventeen year old girl.
Didn’t go overboard with the curves, I could change that more subtly as time went on.
My lovely curly long multi colored locks became straight and fine blond hair that reached just past my shoulders and I lost 3 inches off my height.

I also gave myself that look that can only be achieved by living on the streets and not having regular food or care.
I was now ready to implement stage two.
Creating a rather obnoxious looking fellow, I animated him to a specific task of “molesting” the rather naive new “mutant” namely me.
Making sure that there were enough witnesses, I started my act of a lifetime.

Fending off my construct with some rather blood curdling screams; imagine my pleasure at seeing the feral called Logan running towards me.
This was just too good to be true.
People were milling around watching as the ‘man’ tried oh so hard to molest the young runaway.
Next stage, I activated one of my less aggressive powers to the shocked screams of the normal bystanders and literally disintegrated my construct in front of myself and the rather stunned feral.

Grabbing my by the arm he whispered in my ear “you had better run with me kid or they will tear you apart” with these words he dragged me running from the park.

A/N: ok this hasnt been beta'd so all faults my own.
now plz be brutally honest with how you like this story so far (hint hint, i live for reviews lol)

thanks go to my best friends k and e for believing in me :D