Four groups of five men each searched the streets of New York City. They were part of a black ops group that was lead by a man who studied mutants for the government. That man was Samuel Danders. The groups were out looking for a mutant of interest. It was about one in the morning when a young man walked out of a club. The music could still be heard as he walked away, a man and woman were making out down the block. As he walked by he glanced over and smiled. His hands were in his jean pockets as he strolled down the sidewalk.
"We've got our mutant. He's walking down Main street." one of the men said into a walkie as he watched the young man through binoculars. The young man stopped for a moment as he sniffed the air. He slowly turned his head into the direction of where the ops man was, which was on top of a building not far from where he stood. He gave a little evil smirk which the man saw. "I'm going to need back up, NOW!" he yelled into the walkie as he noticed the mutant was now running towards the building. The man readies his gun as he headed to the steps that lead into the building and down to the streets. Group two was nearby and began to run to the position. The man was half way down when he saw the mutant. He cussed under his breath as he watched the mutant's claws come out in a flash. Two on each hand. He shot at him, aiming for his shoulders, but that didn't stop him. In a rage, the mutant leaped at him, knocking him to the ground and stabbing him in the heart, killing him instantly.
"Dave? Dave, you there?" a male voice said on the walkie. "Dave!" The mutant started heading back down when he saw lights sweeping around, looking for him. He then began to attack them before they could react. Screams and gunfire filled the air. Body parts fell as he cut through them. Once they were dead, he headed into the streets, his white shirt now blood stained, spats of blood was on his face and arms. His claws dripping. He sniffed the air again. Though this time he didn't sense anything. But group one was just down the street, this group had their scent disguised. A sniper rifle was shot and pierced the mutant in his shoulder. The bullet wasn't a normal one. He felt the burning of it as he touched the wound. He looked down the street, trying to find where the shot came from. Another came his way, entering his left leg. He staggered a bit, but didn't give into it. He began to run to their position. The next two shots he dodged. He let out a scream once he found them. He attacked them, cutting throats and arms. Their screams echoed as he kept it up. Their corpses lay on the ground in a huge pool of blood. Group four was still moving towards where he was at, though an order came through for them to stand down. The young man looked to the sky as his claws went back in. The skies were clear and the moon shined brightly. He looked down at the bodies. He didn't know what the hell was going on and why they were after him. He knelt down to one them, looking through the pockets, trying to find any sort of info, when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head in a hurry to see a woman dressed in black approach him. He slowly stood up as she walked to him.
"I'm impressed." she said to him.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked her.
"Just someone who admires people like you." she told him. "And I know about that ability of yours that you think no one knows about. It won't work on me." she told him. He didn't say anything back but began to feel strange as she got nearer. He wanted to attack her but couldn't, it was as if his whole body just locked up on him. "What you're feeling is my power. You like?" she asked as she slowly ran a finger around his chest.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" he asked seeing he couldn't move a muscle.
"Shh…." she said as she put a finger to his lips. "It'll be all over soon, Daken." And with that said, she touched his forehead with her hand. His eyes closed as his whole body went limp and fell to ground. "I have him. We can proceed to the next stage." She said as she talked into a mic that had been on her belt. She kneeled down to him. "I'm going to have fun with you." she said with an evil smirk while she caressed his face.
A child of age twelve tossed and turned in her sleep. The child was Tiffany Ambers and she was a mutant. She had been living at the Xavier Institute for almost two months, and her powers were still growing. She could see into the future, and right now she was having a nightmare that was coming true. In her nightmare, she saw men die, heard screams. Saw torture and suffering. She saw him, the one who was taken. She woke up in a cold sweat. She jumped out of her bed and ran out of the room. She ran to Logan's room. She opened his door and saw his bed was emptied.
"No…" she said as fear struck her. She then ran to Storm's room. "Storm!" she yelled as she ran in. Storm woke up and turned on the light by her bedside.
"What is wrong child?"
"It's Logan's son. I…I think he's in trouble. I had a nightmare, a….a vision. And Logan isn't here." she told her. Storm saw that she was shaken by it all. "I'm scared." she added as a tear ran down her face.
"Come here." Storm said as she held her arms out to her. She fell into them as Storm comfort her. "It's all ok. Tell me what you saw."