Mutants: Kingdom Come

World: Marvel / X-Men

Time: after Decimation

Prologue: Beginning of Hunt

Young woman with long, brown hair dressed in grey coat was walking down the wet street of some big metropolis. There was a late night and the light of street lamp posts, falling on her lone figure, casted long and unusually black shadow on the pavement. The girl stopped, turned around and looked behind herself. She heard something scary a moment ago, she thought that she had been tracked, observed by somebody's invisible eyes. After a few minutes of fighting with her own thougts she grew in confidence and moved farther. She stood up in front of the night pub above which the neon light emitting unpleasant, red brilliance was hung. The fat person leaving the bar knocked the girl down and she moved away a few steps being a bit frightened. The fat person spat into the puddle and he came off disappearing in the sleeping city. Brown haired woman crossed the door of the pub. A loud music, shouts, drunken talks, stink of the mustiness and cigarettes greeted her. The woman was looking around simultaneously avoiding eyes of drunk men. She noticed the young blonde dressed in black, leather jacket. She smiled and came up to her.

"Scanner, is it you? Did you also...?" She asked.

"I'm not Scanner, simply Sarah" The blonde replied rising from the table.

"There is no sign of my gift. Taking into consideration how you look like Carmella and where you came, you lost it too, am I right?" She added looking in the eyes of her companion.

"Yes, in that case we both are in danger!" Carmella announced.

"Go with me. Spoor is waiting in the back room..." Sarah said.

"Did he also?"

"Yes and no. You'll see". Two girls went to the back of the restaurant and immediately closed the door behind themselves. Some shape in the darkness loomed into the view. The bearded man covered with brown hair all over the body was sitting in the corner of the room.

"Spoor? I can see that you still are the mutant..." Carmella announced.

"I'm not, Unscione" Spoor shouted getting up off the floor.

"I cannot influence emotions of others! Only this repulsive exterior was left! But actually we're here for other reasons". The former mutant said.

"Exactly. Somebody is hunting mutants devoid of the power, he is kidnapping them." Sarah said. "Katu and Vindaloo disappeared." She added.

"Kleinstocks also." Unscione said.

"That's sapiens fault! The ordinary men and their government! They deprived us of the power and now when we're defenseless they want to catch us all and close in camps. I propose that we go to the White House and kill as many of them as we will manage! Let them see that we don't fade away quietly!" Spoor screamed.

"It's ok for me." Carmella said smiling ominously.

"We don't know why we lost our abilities." Scanner tried to cushion the situation. The bar started filling up with a pink fog. It thickened and formed into the shape of the human silhouette. Amelia Voght – woman with red, straight hair dressed in the uniform of Magneto's Acolytes appeared. "Voght!" Sarah was glad.

"You didn't lose the powers!" Spoor was surprised.

"Next injustice of the life!" Unscione added.

"Listen. We must find shelter as soon as possible. Xavier's Institute should accept you if you ask for the asylum." Amelia started the conversation.

"We're supposed to hide in the traitor's lair!" Carmella was filled with indignation.

"We'd better die in the fight!" The bearded man added. The door of the backroom opened with a thud. The man dressed in black dress compound of leather strips covering every part of his body, including the head, entered the room.

"Amelia Voght is a threat and she isn't interesting for us." The mysterious man hiding in the shadow said. The man in leather strips spread his hands.

"Nighty-night." He whispered and shot large energy discharge toward Amelia. The uncoscious women fell down on the floor.

"And you... you will go with me." The tall, pale man with shining red rhombus in the middle of the forehead came out from the shadow. Carmella, Sarah and Spoor fell down devoid of the consciousness as soon as he looked at them. The man turned to his helper.

"Destroy this place." He ordered him and teleported with three unconscious former mutants.

"Dance, flame dance!" The strangely clothed man whispered. The building of the night pub was torn apart by huge explosion. The unlucky people inside it were killed or buried under tons of smoking rubble.