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After waiting for a few minutes, she saw someone else was ushed into the room, alongside more soldiers.

It was as she hoped/feared... Jackson.

But he looked... very different.

His body was covered in wounds and scars. His hair was dishevelled and messy. His eyes were dull and heavy... he looked like nothing more than a meat puppet on strings. Or one that had given up on everything, including free well.

The only other thing was that his gloves were now longer... and seemed to almost reach his elbows.

"Go on." one said, pushing him forward.

"..............kay." was all Jackson replied with, his tone as dead as his expression, before he took his elbow-length gloves off, and walked towards her.

The ride seemed like it went on forever, but eventually, the van came to a rough stop.

After she heard some scuffling and clunking, the doors opened, and several hands grabbed her, throwing her out of the van, and onto the ground.

She was then lifted roughly by her arms, and forced along, until she was thrown against a wall. As she looked around, she saw that a monstrous heavily-fortified structure stood before her.

"Enjoy your last moments, before you become nothing more than decoration for birds to shit on." one hissed.

The man responded by swiftly slapping her across her cheek.

"Silence!" he snapped.

"Take her away! Now!" he barked.

She was then yanked over to a van, her hands cuffed behind her back, and shoved into the rear of the van, the doors slamming behind her.

After a few minutes, the van pulled away roughly, jostling her about.

The man just growled, as a few other uniformed soldiers showed up.

"So you admit to mutant sympathizing." he said.

"Very well." he said further, more quietly.

"Take her away!" he ordered those that had just joined him... to which they stepped up and grabbed her arms.

"You'll serve as another reminder to those that would betray us." he said cruelly.

The ones she had been talking to had backed away from her, just as an official-looking man approached.

"Excuse me." he said to Sierra.

"Did you just say that 'recent medical advancements, or scientific advancements, are because of mutants'?" he asked her.

"That sounds a lot like mutant praise." he said further.

"Which is on par with mutant sympathizing."

The ones that she had been talking to just shook their heads.

"A shame." one said.

"I have nothing against mutants." he commented, before he paused.

"D-don't tell anyone that." he told her.

"Please. A statement like that can get one targeted." he muttered, fear in his tone.

"They say all these statues are either mutants, or mutant sympathizers."

-7 years later-

The school had been rebuilt. But things were never the same. The attack had taken its toll, and the example it set had been a turn for the worse for mutants.

The attitudes towards them had soured immensely, and they were persecuted even more violently now. So much so, the school was nothing more than a monument to the attack.

And Jackson still hadn't been found.

However, Sierra had heard something that was promising, and yet horrifying.

There were rumours that the army had a secret weapon... one that turned rebels to stone statues.

Unfortunately, everywhere she looked, she saw death. Death and destruction.

And it all came to a head when she saw a familiar blue body.

There was no doubt about it. It was the headmaster. And he had not survived.

He'd died like the rest of the staff... protecting the students.

But that meant there was nobody in a position of power or influence to tell anything to.

No matter where she looked, she didn't find him.

Nor any evidence of him.

No matter where she looked, she couldn't find any trace of Jackson. Nothing. Nada.

The only hint she found... and even then, it was a slight one... was overhearing someone say they saw a group of the soldiers running away from the grounds.

And they appeared to have someone with them. But they didn't see who.

As she looked around, she heard the destruction that was happening around her. She heard more people dying, more of the building being demolished... it was death and destruction all around.

And in the end, it pretty much was. Several agonizing hours later, the place had been turned into nothing more than a shell of a shadow of its former self. And anyone that hadn't been in the shelters were dead.

Or missing, in Jackson's case.

His body hadn't been found, dead or alive. He seemed to be missing, completely.

She was... alone.

His eyes widened when he felt what he did.

"It seems she is set to kill me." he said.

"COMMANDER!" one yelled.

"Continue with the destruction of everything and everyone here." he told them.

"This was to be MY fate as well, after all." he said, which seemed to confuse them.

"Farewell, comrades." he finished, before they all started to scatter, to do as they were ordered.

"...my, my... the pain you cause is... exquisite." he then told Sierra.

The staff member froze when they felt Sierra inside them.

"........well, well." they said.

"Looks like ghost girl is here." they commented.

"Commander?" one of the men asked.

"She's entered my body." the leader replied.

"Well, Sierra." he then said, seeming to be calm.

"Looks like you've caught me."

She kept running, but she only found death and hopelessness around her.

Until she found one of the staff members with some of the soliders, standing over the dead bodies of some of the other staff members.

"Heh." he chuckled.

"Child's play." he said.

"You were far too trusting." he gloated.

As she ran through the halls, she heard something.

A yell. A scream. One that was filled with anger... frustration... agony... and sadness.

It was Jackson.

And the scream was cut short.

Also, as she ran, she noticed that the mutants were being taken down with alarming ease.

Every soldier group seemed to be equipped with some weapon or device that cancelled out a specific power or ability.