Author's note:
I had this idea for a new story while binge-watching The Walking Dead. I don't know yet how long this story is going to be, but I will also still be writing on Changes. I hope you guys will enjoy this fic. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.
The characters belong to Marvel.
Mutant Apocalypse
Chapter 1: How it was
It was a hot day in New York. People were busy on the streets, rush hour as annoying and unbearable as always and not a single breeze helped to cool the agony that was August's summer sun. Shirts were soaked and people showed more skin than necessary. The only thing you wanted was to stand underneath a shower and remain there. Scott Summers however didn't have that luxury. He was a man on a mission.
Accompanied by his brother Alex he drove through the mayhem that was New York's streets, one eye always on the GPS that gave him the worst directions ever. They were supposed to find a mutant, to recruit her for the school and to be back for lunch. He doubted they would make it before late dinner. Again the car came to a halt and he groaned. At least the AC was working. For now.
"Man, this is gonna take ages," Alex cursed and leaned his head against his hand in annoyance, his arm propped against the small space between window and door. "Couldn't the Professor like have called her or something?"
"She's a runaway, so no."
"Mentally? He's a psychic."
Scott sighed. "Whatever. We're here now."
"Yeah. Maybe we will make it back home till Christmas," Alex grumbled and leaned his head against the warm window.
The car slowly continued its way until the next intersection where they made a right turn and finally found themselves on a not too crowded street. Nevertheless it took them one more hour and a lot of more bitching until they had finally reached the address the Professor had given them. They left the car, looked around the busy street and finally walked down the street. Scott wondered what kind of mutant that girl was. Over the years the school had grown steadily but the hatred against mutants was as strong as ever. Word had it that the government had authorized renowned scientists Bolivar Trask and Nathaniel Essex with a program against the mutant problem and Scott only waited for the day this would bite them in the ass. He checked the phone once more and crossed the busy street. There was the sound of screeching tires, then a loud BANG and hisworld turned black. The last thing he consciously felt and heard were the blood that ran down his face and his brother screaming his name…