219 219. Poach The Poachers
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Space,
[Diary Entry... I forgot to write, so there is no number.
I have been away from my regular job for a while now. I left the Guardians of the Galaxy too and ventured out alone in the dark space. I wished to keep the raccoon, but it has Federation freedom rights since he has sentience.
The space is too big, and I don't understand where to go. I can't be killed either, so at the moment, I am looking for Death. Am I even killable? Maybe this cosmic entity will have an answer.
I miss Moony too.]
Logan closed his small diary and looked out of his small spacecraft. This was his 80th one, as all others got destroyed for one reason or another. He was also lost at the moment since he had no idea where to find Death.
"I wonder what Prez and Moony are doing."
...
White House, Press Briefing Room
Hector stood by the podium and talked to the reporters on the live broadcast, "Okay, I know Adam asked you, folks, to send him your selfies so he can use his AI to grade your faces. But please stop sending him dick pics now. He's frustrated and had to write a new code to filter that out.
"Anyway, let's continue. I called you here to tell you that I have signed an Executive order giving all the same Civil Rights to those the world calls mutants or aliens. This means that you can not discriminate against them for any reason. If you do, you will get the same punishments as you do for simply being an open public racist.
"Also, from now on, all schools are to give admission to mutant kids and hire mutant teachers and advisors. We cannot keep a whole part of our society ostracized just because your fee-fees got hurt or you didn't like how they looked. Yes, I'm talking about the fools who rejected the bills Charles and Eric proposed in Congress years ago.
"The reason Earth is not stronger is because of you. Anyway, Congress will also pass these bills soon and make them a permanent law. Any questions?"
One journalist was allowed, "Sir, how do you plan to ensure that they get treated equally? You can't expect people to just follow your words."
"What do you mean 'they'?" he scolded her, "Let me tell you, everyone has X-Gene. In fact, a scientist working for me has developed a machine that allows one to check ordinary people's DNA and tell what kind of power they can have if they choose to get their X-Gene activated.
"They can then decide if they want it or not. Kids in schools will get checked to see what their X-Gene will do to them to ensure no accident happens when they mistakenly awaken. Or, if some child has the extraordinary ability, they will get a full government-funded scholarship and all the financial help they need.
"There is no difference between mutants and non-mutants other than the fact that they activated their X-Gene. This is also why I call them Gifted ones."
"Are you saying that anyone can have superpowers?" someone asked excitedly.
"Yes and no. You need to have enough X-Gene first of all. Second, I won't allow any criminal to have these powers. But let's say you're a regular office goer and have an X-Gene that gives you the ability to move little things with your mind, then you can have it.
"By far, the most common power is psychokinesis. It all depends on how powerful it can get. But you get the gist of it. I won't let anyone misuse it."
A great many faces looked excited by that announcement. Who doesn't wish to have a superpower someday? It was a childhood dream for everyone. There was a reason why Captain America comics used to sell so well.
Seeing that everyone was too busy imagining things, Hector returned to his office and started to sign various documents. His phone constantly kept buzzing, however.
Leaders of allied nations were asking him about the machine. But he simply talked them down. He will never let this technology leave his possessions. Evil organizations must not get access at all costs either.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Kennedy barged in after knocking, "Old man, emergency. That Wakandan father and son got kidnapped. That's why they haven't returned to you yet."
Hector sighed and relaxed back in the chair. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, "Of course, why the fuck would I have a single day with nothing going wrong. Do you know where they are?"
"The last location was near Wakanda. But we confirmed that they were kidnapped."
Hector already guessed what may have happened. He grunted while getting up and putting on his coat, "You know, someday I will die from overwork."
"You took the job and even pulled me, and now you're complaining? You're too thick-skinned, old man." Kennedy barked.
Hector scoffed and disappeared, "Boy, I saved your head, so don't give me that crap. I'll go now."
"My head? What did he mean?"
...
Wakanda,
"I, as the rightful heir to the throne, challenge T'Chaka for a duel. The winner shall become the King of Wakanda." Erik Killmonger roared at the crowd gathered beside the edge of a waterfall.
"You have no right. You are the son of a traitor. Your father gave up on Wakanda when he dared to steal Vibranium and sell it outside. He put all of us at risk." T'Chaka argued with him.
But Killmonger heard none, "I know your rituals. I challenge you as a Wakandan. Your laws compel you to take me on. Are you a coward? If so, then just surrender."
T'Chaka looked around at his people. They, too, sided with this intruder since the laws were evident. Now, he had no other way but to defend his positions. "Fine, we shall decide with a duel."
"No, no, you think I'm a fool? Drink that juice first to take your heightened powers away. Then, fight me as an equal and prove yourself as a better, or ready to be trampled on." Killmonger demanded.
At this, T'Challa felt worried, "Baba, you are old. Let me fight."
"No, my son. I am the king, the Black Panther. It is I who must also defend against this misguided man."
T'Chaka drank the concocted drink that suppressed his powers for a short time and prepared for the duel. He was an old man now but being the Black Panther for so long developed a fighting instinct for his body. So all he needed was to make sure that he didn't get any direct hits.
Erik Killmonger took off his shirt, revealing the strange tattoos on his body. Then, pointing to one small spot where the tattoo was missing, he pointed to T'Chaka, "This one's reserved for you, murderer."
"HA!" Erik moved forward like a boxer and engaged in a fight.
T'Chaka fought in a reserved manner and dodged most of the strikes. But when Erik started to use Kicks and some Judo Moves with it, things became complicated. They were, after all, fighting on the water just beside the edge of the waterfall. One misstep could mean Death for him.
*WOOSH*
Erik suddenly crouched down and swung his leg to trip T'Chaka. The old man saw it and jumped up; however, that was what Erik wanted. So he did a combo and pushed with his arms. Then, he threw his legs towards T'Chaka.
Being mid-air, T'Chaka got thrown away so bad that he fell straight to the waterfall cliff. Soon, he was hanging for his dear life as the falling water hit his face like rocks falling.
"BABA!" T'Challa shouted in worry and ran to help. But the men from the Jabari Tribe tribe stopped him, citing the ancient laws of the duel.
T'Chaka tried his best to hold as he looked Erik in the eyes. "I did it to protect Wakanda."
Erik slowly walked to T'Chaka to step on his hand, "Who are you to unilaterally decide what's good for Wakanda? To my eyes, you failed as a brother. And now you have failed as a king."
*CRUNCH*
Erik Killmonger pressed T'Chaka's hand firmly. "After so many years, I finally got to have m-"
*BANG*
*THUD*
All of a sudden, Erik Killmonger's body fell to the side. A nice deep bullet wound appeared on the side of his skull. His eyes stayed wide open, but they were also dead.
T'Chaka looked at the side and noticed the tall man with the gun still in the air, standing and cursing angrily, "Fucking traitor to humanity."
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