Sadia Leon was a mega star of the fan art community. A self taught artist, her water color paintings were legendary. But when she turned 18, starting college while forced to live at home (unless she could pay for it all herself), depression started to set in; depression, anger, pain. In her family counseling, pills, - seeking help was taboo, a scarlet letter that would destroy one's future. They always said "why can't you just talk to us?"

In the past she tried, they would just tell her, her problems were petty and she could get over it. They could call her tears annoying; tell her to come back when she could calm down. So did the only thing she could do, she closed off, she drank, she cut herself, and for 4 pieces she mixed her blood in to the black liner ink. Those 4 pieces took her 4 months, the last 4 months before she ended it all. She bound the pieces in to a make shift book and wrote 'burn me'. But of course no one did. Her family considered it a memory, then sold it when her story went viral. So the book lived on; the images lived on, Sadia's pain lived on.

The characters, 4 pairs marvel mutants in their most profound moments of suffering- went viral across the internet, causing a strange phenomenon; mutant powers everywhere. This looked like a job for the librarians- detectives of the supernatural.

Their mentor was Jenkins, a tall man who appeared to be in his 70's but was actually the immortal former Knight Galahad he had lived for thousands of years and was the keeper of their headquarters. "We have results pouring in from around the globe- teleportation, telekinesis, flight, individuals made of fire, ice, lighting..."

"We're talking a plague of superheroes?"Former military Colonel Eve Baird was the team guardian; the muscle. The 6'2" beautiful blonde was early 40's but could easily pass for someone younger, someone who could be easily underestimated. She was their leader, easily the most level headed of the team.

"DID SOMEONE SAY A PLAGUE OF SUPERHEROES?!" Ezekiel Jones, the youngest of the group was a little too excited at the possibility. The Korean man with an Aussie accent was 25, but his slender build and youthful personality made him look 18 if not younger.

"More like a plague of people who are angry, scared, and alone. Affected by this." he threw down an article about death of Sadia.

"Fan art?" asked Ezekiel. "Cursed fan art?" It was such a funny concept to him. the internet was full of millions of pieces of fan art. It would be like having a cursed viral video or- well come to think of it there was a word for cursed internet items. "Creepy pasta?"

"If by creepy pasta you mean Urban Legend then yes, I am referring to an item is considered to be an urban legend. This particular artist did something fairly common throughout history; she created a blood tome- a work of art incorporating her own blood- immediately followed by a suicide. Only difference is the internet; usually the art only effects who ever owns the book or painting, but in this case the entire world has access to the images."

"This is where you two come in. You need to steal the book and bring it back here. I will summon the others. I already took the liberty of retrieving the book's location- a gallery in San Francisco. I assume you will be back in less than an hour." He set their transporter door.

Galleries were Ezekiel's thing, he cut his teeth robbing galleries when he was 14, by 20 he could rob any museum in the world by hacking their security, even uploading his retina to their employee database. Passing through the transporter door they landed in San Francisco at around 1 am. Jenkins was right; this would be a walk in the park. Eve cut the power, Ezekiel strolled right in disabled the cameras, grabbed the book and got back to headquarters.

"Here ya go mate." he slid the book on to a table, in front of the rest of the team. It flipped open, breaking at the bottom seam, to expose all four pages at once.

Ezekiel felt immediately drawn to the images. Gambit and Rogue, Nightcrawler and Scarlet Witch, Angel and Husk, Jubliee and Skin. "interesting choices." he was comic fan- not an elite comic fan but if he wanted to choose the most emotional moments in Marvel history there were other, more obvious choices. His hand glowed with energy. He picked up a pen, it exploded in to a burst of energy. a voice echoed in his head, "Life don't get much better den dis."

"Can I see?", Cassandra had arrived. A girl in her late 20's 5'5"with long red hair and a sweet innocent face. She was the math/science expert. Sick with a brain tumor she could see the world in equations and diagrams in the form of floating visions. "so sad." she touched the image of Scarlett Witch, the red haired female hero with the power to manipulate dreams and reality. She was paired with a sad, almost mournful vision of Nightcrawler- a blue skinned mutant who resembled a devil, but actually had a kind heart and deeply religious soul. Her hand glowed creating a pen from her mind.

Next was Jacob; the 5'10" tough, masculine former Oklahoma oil rig worker with muscular body, brown hair (which despite being in his late 30's he wore spike up or covered with a hat), piercing blue eyes and a kind smile. "Who's this?" he touched the image of Angel.

"Angel, sometimes called Archangel when he's working for Apocalypse, but this version is regular Angel where he has his healing blood." Ezekiel answered.

"I meant her." Jacob who was oblivious to the fact he was growing wings.

"Husk? A southern girl who broke up with her boyfriend who was 15 years older and still in love with his ex. " that was all Ezekiel remembered. The

"And who is this?"Eve touched the last image; a young girl with black hair and glittery hands turning away from a dying Hispanic man.

"One of the less relevant stories; Jubilee's relationship with Skin; Angelo Espinosa" few cared about the story of Angelo Espinosa, despite the fact it was the most tragic of all the stories.

Jenkins took over. "To calm the book you will have to find the reincarnations of your other half."

"why can't we just burn it now?" said eve realizing she had been assigned the lamest character.

Because it has become too powerful to ever be destroyed, the best we can hope to do is calm it, then find a place to store it.