PROLOGUE
The X-Men used their gifts to protect humans and mutants alike. They risked their lives without hesitation to protect all forms of life. Their founder was Professor Charles Xavier. It was his dream, in part, that the X-MEN fought for. A dream most of the X-MEN had come to believe in. Mr. Sinister himself knew this. He was not a "mutant" but rather a product of black magic. Nor did he fight to save the fragile bond between human and mutant. Not in the least. Yet, he was hated and feared perhaps even more so than these X-MEN. His appearance may have had something to do with it. His paste white skin seemed to almost glow as brightly as his solid red eyes. A red diamond shape was settled in the center of Mr. Sinisters' forehead. His fingernails were like claws and where equally black as his heart. His black costume was skin-tight with a sectioned cape that fluted out in different directions.
The X-MEN had been a problem from day one. Even for Mr. Sinister who was nearly immortal and therefore nearly impossible to kill. He had battled with them time and time again. Each time failing in some way or another, yet he knew he would one day succeed. A mutant named Warp had confirmed his belief. For Warp had the rather overwhelming mutant ability to control time and send out time warps, either slowing time down or speeding it up or stopping it entirely. Warp was ageless. He had told Mr. Sinister that one day he could most definitely defeat them, if only he would recognize his chance when it came.
Warp was now no more than a zombie with great power under Sinister's control. Mr. Sinister had set up a simple control spell on him. The difficulty came in his capture as it was. Warp had let Sinister get close enough for the spell to take effect only because he said that he had owed him a great debt. Of course, Mr. Sinister did not know what he meant, but Warp was capable of time travel and had decided to live every life he could in every time period he could. It also seemed that Warp could age backwards if he liked, making him practically immortal. What power he must wield. The mere thought of all the destruction he could cause made Mr. Sinister almost giddy. The Morlock Tunnel incident several years back had been just a step in his destructive path.
Yes, if he was patient he would watch the X-men give birth to his grand victory. Then with them out of the way he could move to his ultimate plan, the destruction of Charles Xavier and later all humans and mutants alike save those that he will have chosen to be his followers. Even as he watched them now through a portal he could see their weaknesses becoming stronger and stronger. "Patience", He told himself, "Patience". He could not help but wonder if he would truly seize the opportunity when it came about.
"Perhaps I am foolish," He thought to himself. "Perhaps I am. I have no plan, only hints and guesses. It could take decades for the X-Men to unknowingly reveal their fatal weakness to me, decades... or perhaps mere minutes, Hmm..." He frowned out into the deep void of his parallel dimension. Then as a thought struck him he brightened, well, as bright as Mr. Sinister got, "...Who can argue with the master of time? Certainly not I. Yes, All I need is patience." Now it was time to watch and wait for opportunity to rear its ugly head. "Warp," He called and instantly a figure appeared in the dark void. "What news have you?" The figure stared blankly at Mr. Sinister, his soulless eyes showing no hint to his emotions. If he had them at the moment, that is.
"Nothing as of now, Master. The X-MEN are having a day off." Warp's voice was deep and emotionless, almost as if Mr. Sinister were talking to a robot Sentinel of some sort.
"Tell me my minion. Is this the day they shall reveal their doom to me?" Sinister asked crossing his arms.
"Today their mistake becomes apparent and official."
"Now tell me, what is this mistake?"
"I cannot say, Master."
"Why not?" His voice booming across the darkness,
"I cannot reveal time's arrow."
Mr. Sinister calmed himself and became cool again. "Alright, Time Master. Have it your way." He said with the utmost calm. "I will play your game, just this once." Then his eyes glowed blood red signaling the use of his powers and a small portal window appeared in response to them. "Let us see what the mutants are doing today." Mocked Mr. Sinister, watching the portal closely, looking for the answer to his revenge.