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"Now folks, I have been fighting for the people of this great nation for over a decade, showcasing my loyalty to the values this great country. This country has seen its fair share of tragedies over the century, our enemies from outside the borders have attempted to destroy what true blooded Americans have built, pouring our hearts out to create a safe and free country. Unfortunately our country has become infiltrated by those seeking to destroy the values of our great country, these people use powers to turn the streets our children play in into war zones. And some even come themselves that next step in evolution. Today on Glorious Day with Godfrey, we have a special guest appearance. Live on air we bring to you the first X-Man, and the CEO of the Summers Foundation, Scott Summers." 

Scott stepped into the light illuminating the stage, the ruby red and black suit giving way to an aura of elegance that he had cultivated since leaving the X-Men, light reflecting off the ruby quartz glasses that he normally wore. His eyes darted around the room, noticing the simple but shoddy design. To him, this all screamed unimportant asshole, giving way to why he wanted to do this interview in the first place. These people needed to hear from THE mutant and face of the X-Men, the man that spent his whole life fighting for the rights and freedoms of mutants everywhere. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hello Godfrey. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me."[/color]

Scott kept a confident posture with a tone of assurance that he was doing the right thing. He kept his focus solely on Godfrey, any break and he would be eaten alive. 

"Scott Summers. I hear your foundation has done wonders for mutant kind, ensuring your kind has a place in this world. But what has it done for the real Americans that built this glorious country? How have these programs that discriminate against non-mutants done beyond divide?" 

[color=ed1c24]"That is incorrect, Godfrey." Scott sat upright, and spoke clearly, "MAP or Mutant Assistance Program is not only for mutants, we have helped many non-mutants. Non-mutants are rigorously placed through our system and work alongside mutants to better their futures. By our metrics, human-mutant relations have gone up 8% in the last year." [/color]

"Do you also know what metric is up? Murder. Assault. Looting. At the hands of mutants. How does less than five percent of the population commit the most crime? You tell me that, X-Man."

[color=ed1c24]"Mr. Godfrey, that number is not----."[/color]

"I DONT NEED NUMBERS!" Godfrey slammed his hand on the table, the animosity oozing from his pores, "All we have to do look outside our very windows. Just last month a building burned down injuring 3 people due to some mutant supposedly just getting their powers. How do we know these aren't targeted attacks? Mutants controlled to target the American people. Magneto the terrorist is back after all, creating a mutant army in this Genosha." 

Scott sat flabbergasted for a second, unable to respond. This was the most asinine interview he had ever been part of, his blood starting to boil from the amount of anti-mutant rhetoric that Godfrey of was spewing. His eyes searing in pain, wanting to be unleashed to wipe this scum off the face of the planet. Every word punching him in the heart as he had to wonder how many young mutants were scared by his words, how many people would push their hatred for mutants into the streets. 

[color=ed1c24]"Magneto has not committed a crime in decades and I do not speak for him. What I do know is that young mutants do not deserve to be discriminated against because of narratives you are pushing. Many of us are here to just live out lives in peace like Charles Xavier wanted." [/color]

"And yet Charles, your terrorist leader is missing. So much for peace that even he is gone. Mutants are a danger to----." 

[color=ed1c24]"No, Godfrey. The danger is those that can't learn to accept the difference in others. You speak of mutants as malicious beings seeking to hurt others when that is far from the truth. We are human like any of you. We love, we get angry, we feel sad, and so many other emotions. We make connections just like any other person. We are human and bleed the same blood. Our fight is the fight for human rights, we deserve the same acceptance as anyone else. Charles may be gone but, I live by his words everyday. Even in our darkest moments, we must look for the light. That light is the most human thing we have: Hope. That means that no matter who dark things get for my kind, I will continue the fight till the day mutants are accepted. That you can be sure of, Godfrey." [/color]

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Meanwhile on the streets of New York, a young girl sits in Times Square, watching the screen showcasing the live coverage of the Scott Summers interview, her eyes gleaming with hope. Rain pitter patters upon her clothes, her black hair with a tint of purple and tied into a ponytail trails down her back, swaying in the light breeze. Every drop sends a ripple down his spine, her body shaking as if waiting for something terrible, unable to breath at a consistent pace. She stared, the words hope echoing through her mind, in that moment the girl knew that he was the man that could save her life. The New York crowd began to pick up and the girl vanished amongst them. 

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Two hours had past since the appearance on Glorious with Godfrey, Scott still seething with anger, wanting to get the chance to break Godfrey's jaw but, that wasn't the kind of man he was since leaving heroism behind. Bastards like Godfrey tested the upper limits of Scott's patience but, he knew that keeping his cool was the best shot he had at securing continued help for mutant-kind. His mind wandered for a bit as he reached the elevators of the Summers Foundation building and a brown haired mind waiting for him. 

[color=007236]"Hey Summers. Nice show. You held your own." [/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I tried Jamie but, I wanted to punch him. This shit is tiring." [/color]

[color=007236]"I get it. Could let me gang up on him in a dark alley? I got a few clones waiting in dark places."[/color]

As much as Scott wanted to say, he knew it wouldn't be the right answer. The door to the elevator opened and the pair made their way to the top floor, where Scott's office and living space was built. Jamie and Scott would talk a few more minutes over the trivial and plans for the next event before Scott would enter his humble abode. Finally a rest to this exhaustingly, long day would see Scott creep slowly through his own home. The silence giving way to an ease of mind, a feeling of stress being washed away, and every molecule in the body entering a deep slumber. He wanted to rest but, his mind wanted to remind him of a single name, Emma. 

His heart raced endlessly at the thought of her name, his lips able to taste her, and his ruby eyes seeing her in full clarity. Despite the length of time since they last spent time together, he could still feel her touch on his skin, and the way his name carried on her voice. Suddenly his focus was shattered by the sound of sobbing coming from his living room, filling his home with unease. He placed his hand on his glasses, ready to let loose a torrent of ruby if this was a trap, each step toward the living room filling his body with dread. The visage of a young girl would come into view, standing in front of the balcony window, staring out into the city. She would turn to meet Scott's eyes with her own. 

[color=662d91]"I'm sorry for breaking in. I'm Kitty Pryde and I need your help."[/color]