DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Marvel Characters. The OCs are obviously mine.
They say that God gives you only what you can handle. I don't believe in God, but if he's real I'd really like to give him a piece of my mind, and my fist.
A teenage male hides under a bed in a New York mansion. Screams of a woman can be heard clearly down the hall. The woman pleads for her life, and the lives of her family. Her cries are silenced only by the crack of a gunshot. The teen cringes under his bed as tears roll down his face. He hears heavy footsteps come towards his room and his fear grows exponentially. There is a momentary silence before his door is kicked down. Several men in cloaks, with a cross on each robe, burst into the room holding guns.
The men are from an anti-mutant terrorist group known as the Purifiers. They believe they are here to rid the world of the mutant menace, and also eliminate mutant sympathizers as well. For this reason the Purifiers stand in the room of Rhys Sinclaire, son of New York politician Moira Sinclaire and district attorney Trevor Sinclaire. Rhys' parents were very openly supportive of mutants in fact Moira had added mutants' concerns to her latest political platform. This bold move made her a target of many anti-mutant groups, but the Purifiers were the first to strike.
Only minutes before the Purifiers broke through the bay window of the Sinclaire home. They immediately began firing on anyone in their path, leaving a trail of dying maids, butlers, and chefs behind them. They eventually reached their true targets, Trevor and Moira. They started by shooting Trevor repeatedly in the ribs and chest, before ending their massacre of the man with a final shot between the eyes. They then turned their attention to Moira, who was frozen with fear. As they slowly advanced on the politician she begged the men to spare her and her son. Her pleas seem to fall on deaf ears and suddenly a bullet pierces her skull, the woman slumping over on the ground.
The Purifiers would have left Rhys alive, but their leader wanted no survivors, he had specifically stated so before the squad of terrorists left on their mission. Two Purifiers walk over to the frightened teen and drag him by the shirt collar out from under the bed. Rhys is slender, not incredibly tall, nor short. His blue eyes are wide with fear as he looks at his attackers. The most striking feature of the boy is his hair, jet black with streaks of bold blue, turquoise, and purple. He tries to muster a word, but it's as if his throat is closed up. He is held on his knees by the two Purifiers, as if they are forcing him to beg or pray for mercy. Rhys looks up at one of the Purifiers, a man with short red hair, who places a gun against Rhys' head. Rhys feels something building up in his body. Rhys shouts angrily as black tendrils of what looks like solidified darkness rush out of the boy's hands towards the group of Purifiers in the room.
Rhys' eyes are closed for several minutes, waiting for the Purifiers to end his life. He cautiously opens his eyes to see the tendrils retracting and fading away. The young male is shocked to see all of the Purifiers on the ground bleeding to death. All of the attackers are dead within minutes. Rhys is shaking from the surprise and barely manages to get to his feet. He stumbles down the hallway where he sees his mother's body. He drops to the ground by her lifeless body's side and clutches onto his mother as he cries.
Hey guys! I decided to start a new FanFic where I can geek out with my love for Marvel comics, and specifically the mutant characters and their foes. Don't worry once I get back in the swing of things I'll hopefully be writing new chapters for my other fics. : ) Please read and review! 3