Chapitre 86: 86. Adamantium
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It turns out, using a cane was not a very good idea after all. As soon as Hector started using the cane for all his travel because he liked it, a lot of speculative news started playing in media all around the world.
[News[
Is Mr President getting older? Is age finally catching up to him? We asked people on the streets what they thought about the recent photo of President Washington.
Reporter: Sir, what do you think after seeing this photo?"
A middle-aged woman: "I-Is this really him? NO! Please... he can't leave us. Oh god," she started sobbing all of a sudden, "I can't imagine anyone else being our president, he's the best. From my grandpa to my dad, we all love him like a father."
An old man with a Veteran's hat: What can I say, it breaks my heart. I served alongside him in Germany, Korea and Vietnam. He is the most honourable man, but I can feel him, he's been doing such a marvellous job for so long, if it was me, I'd have left the job long ago. We used to call him Old Father, we still do. I hope he takes care of his health.
An African American man in a business suit: Honestly, I will pray to god he gets my remaining life. The world will be crap without him. Maybe he's just using the cane for fashion, look at it, it is the bomb.
A 13-year-old kid: OH! It's grandpa President. My mom and dad told me a lot about him. I wish he lives for a thousand more years, he's the best. He even replied to the birthday card I sent him once.
Back in the studio, the old news anchor was seen clearing his watery eyes, "There you have it, folks. President Washington may be getting old, but is America ready to handle the pain of him leaving us? I can tell you about myself, ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
[News End]
"What the fuck is this?" Hector cursed as he saw the news on the television in his office. The pen fell from his hand in shock. ~How is it that only one man gets it, damn right, I think it's cool.~
*BAM*
"Bad news," Kennedy barged in. "Some KKK knockoffs burnt a school bus. They took out all the kids first but one of them was asleep and died."
Hector got up, taking out his gun from the drawer, "Where?"
"Louisiana," Kennedy replied.
"Race of the kid?" He inquired.
"White," Kennedy answered.
Hector glared at the map, "Let me guess, this was not their main target, right? What were they demanding? They have been banned for decades and it's the 1980s for god's sake."
"They wanted segregation to be reinstated. But... There is more to it. I used some of my family contacts. This case might not be racially motivated. It's probably deliberately done to start riots to tarnish your image. One name comes behind all this, "Edison Motors". All these men that were arrested got money from this company credited to their account.
"And guess what, Edison Motors got hit by your recent attack on anti-monopoly laws and CATSA. Their business has suffered." Kennedy briefed him.
Hector sneered, truly, bad capitalism had no limits to how dirty it could get. "But this time a white kid died, so their plan backfired. I will not let the poor boy's death go in vain, it's time all races unite against this crap. Gather all evidence against the company.
"I will go to Louisiana myself and meet these men."
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1 month later,
In a high voltage drama, the CEO and creator of Edison Motors was sentenced to Death by the District Court, along with 7 other men who were responsible for the burning and the death of a kid and attempted murder of 20 more children. The company was accused of planning a murder and went into a frenzy to save its image.
This basically meant that no matter who you are, you can never run away from the law.
Soon enough, everyone started speaking like well-trained birds. The nation found out how some rich folks were planning to bring Hector down and they cared not what they had to do for it.
Soon enough, Hector rallied around this event to gain full support in Congress and the strictest Anti-Monopoly laws were passed.
Other than this, he was contacted by the Native tribe he met and they were ready to accept his officer. From there, Hector went on a long campaign to meet and sign a deal with all small and big native tribes. It was long and tedious work but someone had to do it.
Other than this, he was training Jean.
...
"Hey, what are you doing sitting over there? Get ready and prepare to train with me," He called Jean as she was sitting on top of the school roof.
She bloomed as soon as she saw him and jumped down, "Grandpa, I saw the news. People are seriously so jealous of you it seems."
"Forget all that stuff, they are now desperate because their throats are now under my foot. After years of living like kings, they have come to realise they are worth equal to a normal person to me. So they want me gone, but I will only go on my own terms.
"What about you? Why were you sitting alone? You okay?" He asked her. He always worried for her as he didn't want her to turn into Dark Phoenix. It would be such a waste of her powers then.
"Hehe, I just like to watch things from higher places. The air brushes past my face, it feels great." She chirped.
"Is that so? Then let me show you real air," Hector suddenly picked her up and jumped up into the air with his massively strong legs.
"AAAA...! THIS IS AWESOME!" Initially Jean was screaming due to the shock but soon the thrill took over.
He brought her nearly to the clouds where for a second they remained still. But then they started to fall. "WAIT! We don't have a parachute," she cried.
He scoffed, "Huh, those are for wuss. Real strong men and women land in style."
"I hope I don't die today," She looked at the ground, becoming clearer and clearer. But this didn't mean she was not enjoying this.
"Grandpa, you know, you are the most awesome person in the world. I never thought having grandparents could be so amazing. But I think not all old people are cool like you. So, this makes me lucky, probably."
He chuckled, "I'm glad you're having fun. After all, that's all that matters. But you need to focus on training too now, you need to get stronger, that's the pathway to always stay free. If I was not so strong, do you think I would have been able to ignore all these capitalist rich men if I was weak?"
"Yes yes, I hear yo... *BOOM*" They fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"There you go. Let's start the training now. Your powers are limitless. You can lift things, destroy them, create fire. Anything you can imagine doing with the power of your brain, you can do it. Now, try to throw that rock at me as hard as you can," he instructed her.
Jean looked around and didn't find any, she shrugged and asked, "There is no rock?"
"Oh, I mean the rock that's stuck 10 metres into the ground. That's what you need to throw at me,"
She looked down at her feet, "There? How am I even supposed to know it's there?"
He had no real experience in training a being like her, but he tried his best, "Big brain, girl. I told you, your brain is your key. I honestly don't know how you can do it, but maybe visualise it or something?"
Nodding, she closed her eyes and tried to sense the ground under her feet. See what was inside there. But in a minute she was annoyed, "I can't concentrate. I just think about weird things when I start concentrating."
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Moony," said Jean.
Hector facepalmed himself, ~What has that boy done? It's as if everyone is going mad about him.~
"He's working. You can't go and play with him until you complete your task. Take that bolder out of the ground and throw it at me." He rejected her puppy eyes.
Relenting, Jean spent extra focus on sensing the bolder. She had no idea how to do it though.
"Hmm, X-Ray vision. That's what I need." She thought.
In the meantime, Erik appeared with great news, "It took me so long but I have done it. I found Adamantium, father!"
[A/N: From today, I can't promise 2 chaps a day. 1 is guaranteed, but 2 will be twice or thrice a week only.]
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