XMen The New Age 4
by Eric Christopher Jackson
Not For Sale
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Not For Sale
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INT. WASHINGTON D.C. - NIGHT
The government official in charge of voting and election booth procedures is a mutant. He can handle himself in a battle. No one would dare approach him because he intimidates everyone. The enemies who have fought him before have all lost or perished. However, he has been seen as a threat to politicians because voter fraud is at an all-time low. No one can cheat themselves into power. Not anymore. With this in mind, SENATOR STEVENS, up for re-election, calls Shawn Johnson, Head of FREEDOM, to get rid of this government official named ALLAN ROSENBURG. SECRETARY KIM NADAR gave Allan anything he needed.
Good night, Mr. Rosenburg.
Kim, thanks for all your hard work. You’re keeping them honest.
Ha! Me? Don’t be modest, sir.
Oh, remind me to call the Mayor in the morning, his district is vital to our cause.
We should have enough votes out there in our favor this time around.
You never got an answer did you?
He said he was busy…about five times…
Are you implying…he doesn’t support mutants?
No sir, I’m simply saying…anything else before I go?
No, I’ll keep an eye on him okay…good night.
In Washington D.C., Allan Rosenburg walks down the Capitol steps to his limousine.
Long night Mr. Rosenburg?
It’s crunch-time, gotta make sure every vote counts.
The limousine travels down the street towards Rosenburg’s home. He lived quite a ways from the Capitol. In the middle of the trip, he is looking over his paperwork from his brief case.
Wow…we’re going to need more financing for this election. At this rate, early voting will eclipse any record this nation’s every had.
Kim’s not going to like this
(gets out his cell phone)
but we need another request written asap.
(speed dials, cell phone shows “no signal” Looks out the window to see if he’s not going through a tunnel…)
Jeff, my phone’s not working.
I don’t like to talk about my son, Mr. Rosenburg…
Your son? I know, you told me. My phone doesn’t work…
He was only going to the corner store like I asked him to. I forgot the milk while I was at the grocery store.
Jeff…you told me this…
He wasn’t killed by a thief, not an ordinary thief. The mutants got into a fight, brought it to the street…right in front of my boy, my only son.
Revenge is not the…
He didn’t die because some man shot him. He died because some blast hit the side of the building…debris fell on my son…he was crushed.
I’m sorry Jeff…but…
You know, regular people are bad enough. I worry about my daughter meeting the wrong guy. But mutants…if mutants weren’t around…the world would be a lot safer. Don’t you think so?
We are people! We’re people just like everybody else! Now stop the car!
Don’t tell me you’re just like us…come on. We can’t shoot beams outta our hands or fly across town. We don’t have any special powers. We’re human. If we were all human beings Mr. Rosenburg, my son would be alive. He would be alive today.
Jeff…listen to me…
What do you do? Huh? You have some super strength or whatever? I couldn’t kill you if I wanted to, it’s like…you can take whatever firepower I’m used to using…
You know this, but you’re trying to threaten me?
That is too funny! I do like your sense of humor.
Then where are we going with this?
Oh…you got the threatening part right, but I’m not the one who’s gonna threaten you.
Allan Rosenburg’s body CHARGES UP briefly and he punches the window of the limousine. However, the window does not break, a strange electrical charge flashes across the window. Allan punches at the door only to see the same results.
Is there a “problem” Mr. Rosenburg?
Rosenburg looks at his hands, then at the doors, windows.
Still in here huh? Wow. I would feel threatened now if I were you.
Jeff, you’re making a terrible mistake…
The limousine pulls into a building. A parking garage; the lights go dim; the car drives onto a platform elevator.
(Jeff turns around in his seat)
Look at him.
Rosenburg looks up.
Look at him!
Rosenburg slides to the front of the seat to see a picture of JEFF’S son as a teenager.
He was a bright kid. Planned to go to college…
(Jeff begins to cry)
I’m sorry…Jeff, look at me. I’m sorry, I didn’t want all of this to happen…
I want you to remember his face.
(cries as he exits)
Although the platform should lift the car up, the car begins to lower on the platform until it disappears and is replaced by another metal platform foundation. The lights in the building flash back on to full power. The building is empty and “normal.”
Rosenburg tries to open the doors again, but still, only flashes of some sort of energy field glow at every punch. He can’t see what’s around him, it’s completely dark, no noise save the hum of the platform dropping. The speed of the platform descent began to increase and he could guess it had to be hundreds of feet below the surface. The platform came to a stop. He saw faint lights in the distance. The place had the look of an underground stronghold. He decided, if he stayed in the car, he would be dead anyway. He tried the door again and it opened slowly, absent of the energy field. His eyes darted left and right for signs of anyone, anything. He saw square concrete beams from ground to ceiling. Tears flowed from his eyes, he knew if they had the technology to negate the force of his strength to break a window, they had the technology to kill him. He chose to face death, wiping the tears from his eyes, he got out of the limousine, walked a few paces away and stood there, waiting. In the distance, Allan Rosenburg saw a faint glow of light green light coming towards him. As his eyes adjusted, he could see men, armed with weapons unfamiliar to him.
They wore masks; some carried guns, while others carried swords and shields. There were about a dozen of them that began to surround him with the limousine blocking a few of them. Four of them took out cables, electrified by some type of energy, the same energy of the car’s shield. It was clear…they wanted to capture and kill him. Rosenburg closed his eyes, his body changed, began to glow into a shining metal, charged. The SOLDIERS pressed a button on the outside forearm of their suits, the armor charged up in a similar way. One guard spoke…
You knew it would come to this Mr. Rosenburg.
We don’t have to fight anymore. This war doesn’t have to continue.
At that, Rosenburg fires a beam of ENERGY at this GUARD, he quickly and easily dashed out of the way. Some guards shot at Rosenburg with energy pulses, which seemed to sting him momentarily. Rosenbug lunged at him, but he moved quickly away, striking his head as he went by. Allan blasted a circular beam out in all direction; while some had shields to block it with, the rest were knocked backward off there feet. He grabbed two of them before they could react and threw them into the concrete beams knocking them unconscious; cables wrapping around his arm and leg, then a shock of energy struck him through the cables; he blanked out for a moment then saw a soldier coming at him with a sword; he spun the two people around, shots came at him which he dodged, shot a beam back in their direction and caught the soldier by the hand before the sword could pierce him…shot this guard back down the vacant area. More shots fired at him, as they stung him more and more he leaped for the limousine, picked it up on one end and tossed it at some of the guards…as the limo flew towards them Rosenburg shot the gas tank, the limousine exploded. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back.
One of the guards sliced a cut through his armor with the edge of a shield. He screamed and let out a huge burst of “energy” knocking out the lights in the building. Emergency lights turned on, but only lit up the place in a few spots. Rosenburg jumped to the next level of beams in the ceiling, looking around, trying to see a faint glow of “light green” light. Nothing. Cables grabbed his feet and pulled him down swiftly, shots hit him from all sides, he was losing consciousness. He hit the ground, letting out beams of energy of his own, striking his opponents on all sides. The MAIN GUARD rushed him, swinging and kicking away, as Rosenburg tried to dodge his blows and counter with his own, knocking the main Guard’s helmet away, revealing his face, Allan sidestepped a cable launched up him, blocked a shot fired at him with his own, but the main Guard ejected an energy sword from his forearm attachment and stuck it through Rosenburg’s stomach with a scream. Allan let out another huge charge of energy, but to no avail. There stood Shawn Johnson, with a smile on his face, then he ejected another sword from his left forearm attachment, thrusting it into Rosenburg’s side with another scream. Shawn rammed Allan into a concrete beam, then threw him back across the room, Allan slid into the wall in agony. Under an emergency light, Shawn and another soldier with a shield stood over him. Allan looked up, his blood flowing on the ground, to see his Driver, Jeff…kneeling down to him with the picture of his son, holding up to Allan’s face.
Rosenburg gave his energy a last charge…Shawn’s suit lit up, his armored hand began to glow lighter and lighter…Shawn let out a concussion blast from his hand killing Allan Rosenburg. Allan let out a scream, and he was gone. The emergency lights in the building began to shut off until the place was PITCH BLACK again.
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