The Dawn of Mutants is a trilogy, this is the first part: „The Agency". This a new reimagined version of X-Men by Marvel Comics.

You can expect new and reimagined:

- characters and backstories

- mutant powers

- stories

What you won't see:

- Clones

- Alien races

- Magic

- Time travel

Warning:

- there are a few popular X-Men, who won't be appear at all, or they will have a small role

- be patient: this is a more than 200-pages long trilogy with more than 60 chapters, some things will reveal only at the end of story

- this is my first fanfiction in English (the translation of my original „Mutánsok hajnala" story in Hungarian language), so I might have mistakes

Comments and messages are welcomed, I'll answer to all of them!

#1 – The File

„Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward."

London, March 2019

It was a Wednesday morning. The rain was pouring quietly. The people of London were in rush as usual. Someone has been watching them from the sixth floor of an office building.

„Common men… they spend their whole lifes in a treadwheel! Horrible!" – thought Martin Long.

Martin Long was a 24 years old young man with short brown hair, who managed to escape from his boring life from the eastern half of the european continent. Unfortunately his life as an office worker was also very boring. But he had a programme in the evening: a lecture of a famous psychologist.

In the evening the main lecture hall of the University of London was full of curious young people. Martin was there of course. He was a little bit outsider becouse he wasn't a psychologist student like the others. A beautiful young girl sat next to him with very long red hair, and looked at him suspiciously.

„This is a public lecture, I have the right to sit here" – thought Martin. The girl gave a sigh.

A small and plump middle-aged man entered the lecture hall. He was Sir Andrew Lockheed, the Rector of the University of London. He paddled to the lectern, smiled, than started to speak:

„I welcome you all today evening in this lecture hall! We have a very special guest. He is a perfect gentleman despite the fact that he is American" – he laughed – „I'm honoured to call him as my friend. The pioneer of the 21st century psychology, the modern apostle of psychology, dear students, please welcome Professor Charles Xavier!"

A bald man walked to the lectern. He was in his mid-sixties, his captivating personality could be felt even before he started to speak. He smiled, than started his lecture:

„Good evening, dear colleagues! Sir Andrew a little bit exaggerated my achievments: I'm not an apostle, I can't do magic, and I'm not even a telepath!"

The audience laughed. Some of Xavier's opponents claimed that his achievments are based on that he has power to read and control the minds of others. Martin started to wonder about this, and forgot to pay attention to the lecture for a while.

„I have an Institute in the United States. I have been examining young people with special gifts. During these years I realised…" – at this point Martin felt that the Professor was speaking directly to him. At first Martin thought that Xavier was looking at the beautiful red girl next to him, but he was wrong. The lecture ended soon, and Martin couldn't ask his question: „What does special gifts mean?"

After the lecture Martin had a reckless thought: perhaps the should find the Professor somehow and ask the question. He thought that the Professor might be in one of the Rector's offices.

He noticed that the red-haired girl opened a side door of the lecture hall. He decided to follow her, and went though a narrow corridor. The girl didn't look back, and didn't saw him. At the end of the corridor there was some stairs and a huge brown door. Martin took a deep breath and opened the door.

The office was a late Victorian room with nice furniture. Xavier and Sir Andrew stood at a large desk, the red-haired girl stood in front of the window. The Professor said:

„We have been waiting for you, Mr. Long! Please take a seat, we have a lot to discuss!"

Martin stood at the door suprised. He felt that it was quite by chance that he got involved. But how did the Professor know him by name?

„Don't hesitate, please, take a seat" – repeated the Professor, while they shook hands. – „Let me introduce my charming pupil, Jean Grey!" – and looked at the red-haired girl at the window.

„Charming? Hardly…" – thought Martin. Jean looked at him angrily, like she knew what he thought.

„Mr. Long, Martin, you must be suprised that I know your name." – said Xavier. – „In my lecture I have been speaking about young people with special gifts. But not everyone knows that exactly what kind of special gifts they have. And almost nobody know that these special gifts can be physical, mental, or other kind of gifts."

„Mutants?" – asked Martin suspiciously.

„Well, there are several fictional books and stories about mutants, and in some place of world there are several myths about special people, who…"

„For God's sake, Charles, carry on!" – said Sir Andrew impatiently.

„Yes, what I wanted to say is that yes, there are more and more people who born with different DNA than the Homo Sapiens, and they have special gifts."

Martin heard the last two words in his head. He bounced up from his chair, but before he could say anything, Xavier continued:

„Please, sit down! I'm sure that you realised that I'm a telepath. I'm a „mutant" like you."

„Like me?" – asked Martin stunned.

„You've always thought that you are special, am I right? We'll have some time discuss this later. But now, we need your help."

„Mine?"

„Yes. The number of mutants are growing rapidly, it's getting harder and harder for the governments of the world to hide our existance. In this decade there were security leaks which revealed the existance of big secrets. There's a rumour that the next leak will be the „File M" which contains every known information about mutants, even the names of known mutants."

„The personal data of mutants?" – asked Martin.

„Probably yes. The X-Office thinks so. The X-Office is the United States' new, secret government office with special agents from FBI and CIA. The leader of the Office is one of my old friends, and he asked my help. The President is afraid that the leaked „File M" would cause panic. And there'll be presidental elections next year, and his popularity would descrease. But the major problem is that the existance of mutants would cause mass hysteria in the human population."

„But how can I help?"

Xavier didn't have to chance to answer. Sir Andrew asked them to leave as soon as possible due to lack of time. The Rector wished them good luck, Xavier, Jean and Martin went to a small airport near London by car.

„Is Jean also a telepath?" – asked Martin in the car.

„Yes. How did you know?" – said Xavier.

„The most useful power for a psychologist would be telepathy. And a telepath should know everything about the human mind in order to use his or her powers in the most efficient ways.

„So… you're power is to say the obvious?" – sighed Jean.

„Professor, what is exactly my mutant power? Shouldn't I know it already?" – asked Martin.

„Most of the powers manifest in the last teenage years. But in some cases a strong psychic barrier prevents the manifestation." – explained the Professor.

„This means that his powers are still under the surface? So we asked a help of a beginner?" – asked Jean angrily.

„Not really. While he followed you in the corridor we couldn't see him in the security cameras. He became invisible without realising it. The gift of invisibility could remain a secret even from himself." – answered Xavier.

Soon they arrived to a small airport near London. Nobody was there, only the private airplane of Sir Andrew, the Blackbird and it's pilot. In the plane there was a half-japanese young woman called Elisabeth and a huge russian giant named Piotr.

The Blackbird arrived to a military facility near Washington in the next day. A tall, blond soldier welcomed them:

„I'm Captain Rogers. Please follow me, the Colonel is waiting for you!"

The military facility was huge and hundreds of soldiers were there. At the third floor of the main building was the office the Colonel. The sign said: „Colonel Brian Clint, X-Office." The owner of the office was a robust old man, in his mid-60s with pepper-and-salt hair.

„We don't have too much time, Charles" – said the Colonel while they shook hands. – „Magnus Maximoff thinks that they planned the action for today evening."

„Magnus is here?" – Xavier was suprised.

„I never thought that I could suprise a telepath!" – and an old, grey-haired man came out of the half-light.

Who is the man called Magnus Maximoff? What will be the fate of the File?

To be continued…