InsaneJournal

Ever since they all had caught wind of a Sentinel attacking an elderly mutant, most of the eyes in the mansion had been fastened upon a television set to keep abreast of news as it became available. Leyu, herself, had only ever faced those metallic giants in the Danger Room and could scarcely fathom coming to one face-to-face. For real. But she still had a pretty good idea.

After the eight o'clock news' headlining story had aired, Leyu couldn't help but feel fearful (and a little enraged) for what the future might bring for mutant-kind. What was even unnerving still, was the woodenness and insincerity of the news casters words. They really seemed detached from the situation, which shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. They really didn't seem to care very much and were pretty much just reading words from a script. And how they said 'to prevent mutants from harming people.'? What; weren't mutants people too? They really needed to edit that bad boy, but she supposed it wasn't an error on the editor's or writer's part; they had done it on purpose.

Leyu's eyes narrowed and her brows creased in annoyance, and she sighed heavily. Someone had been wrongfully attacked and they had labeled it as an accident. As naive as her brother thought she was, she knew better than to think of this terrible tragedy as a fluke.

As Napoleon Bonaparte had once said: "There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” Leyu believed in this philosophy wholeheartedly and she was sure she was not alone in thinking this. Least of all in her present company.