This story takes place after The Last Stand. It takes place in the same universe as the movies but is also based on the video game X-Men Destiny, which, at the time that I am writing this, has not came out yet. This is my take on what the story might possibly be like.

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Chapter 1: The Rally

It's been five years since the incident at Alcatraz. Much has changed. Mutants have given humans a reason to fear them and humans have returned the favor. In a way Magneto was right. The humans did not stop with just the cure. They put the cure in the guns. They passed a law stating that anyone found using a mutation for their own personal gain would be "cured" immediately. There were even humans who wanted a war against mutants. Humans and mutants grew farther and farther apart. Mutants developed their own communities few of which wished to coexist with humans. Most mutants wanted to simply be left alone to live amongst their own kind.

There were some however, with darker intentions. Magneto, receiving an earlier version of the cure recovered his ability and was stronger than ever. Mystique, whose powers came back as well, fell in love with a mutant named Quicksilver. Together they formed an alliance and eventually reunited with Magneto and what was left of The Brotherhood.

There were still some noble mutants who wished to live with the humans as equals: The X-Men. They tried to bring the Professor back, but failed. They tried to bring the good old days back, but most gave up. Cyclops was found alive and well, his memory of the Jean Grey incident was gone. He became the leader of The X-Men after Storm was cured while watering her garden. They lost and gained many members. The remnants of the team now gathered at San Francisco for a peace rally, with an army of anti-mutant "Purifiers" screaming at their backs.

Fourteen year old, Adrian Boss was the youngest and possibly the most sincere Purifier in the lot. He had never met a mutant and he never wanted to. His hatred and fear needed no specific examples for he was taught from the moment he was born that all mutants were bad and even touching one could get you infected as well. His father was Congressman Anthony F. Boss, the head advocator of the war on mutants. At the head of the crowd was Adrian's mother, Hillary Boss, the most brutal Purifier in San Francisco and possibly the world. Armed with a dangerous cure gun in one hand and an even more dangerous megaphone in the other, she had the mob of Purifiers wrapped around her finger.

One would think that the recent natural disasters would cause a decrease to the population of San Francisco, but on the contrary, the mutant controversy has drawn people in. However, the two teens at the diner weren't here for the controversy. Fifteen year old, Aimi Yoshida was smuggled in by her parents to escape mutant incarceration in Japan. She hid her abilities from everyone, especially her sixteen year old boyfriend/roommate Grant Alexander.

Grant, having a high level of intelligence, managed to skip two grades and graduated at sixteen from his high school in Georgia. He was planning to go to University of California but, it was destroyed by a tornado. He never watched his mouth and there was only one thing he wouldn't talk about: his mutation.

The couple seemed to be polar opposites. One was Japanese. One was Southern. One was quiet and shy. One was loud mouthed and outgoing. And on top of that, Grant, a linebacker, stood over a foot taller than Aimi. However, the last two weeks that they had known each other, they had grown very close together. Their obvious differences made them stronger as a whole.

Suddenly each one stopped. Aimi, Grant, Adrian, the X-Men, the Purifiers. A loud screeching sound rang out across the city louder than the traffic, louder than the screams of The Purifiers. Nothing but the screeching of metal could be heard as The Transamerica Pyramid fell to the ground. Chaos erupted. Dust and debris flew in every direction. Stampedes formed in the streets. A large section of Purifiers were completely flattened under the skyscraper.

A large chunk of concrete flew up towards the diner. "Look out!" screamed Grant as he shielded Aimi from the flying rock. He flexed his back and shoulders until scales of dark rock pushed themselves through his pores. His shirt ripped from the sudden thickness of his skin. The concrete mass smashed against his body but he remained unscathed. He felt around on the ground underneath his feet. Nothing. "AIMI!" he called out, "AIMI!" All he could hear was the collective screaming of a thousand voices. All he could see was dust.

But, if he could have seen something, he might of saw a helmeted figure clad in iron chainmail hovering above the base of the fallen tower.

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