Note: This is a sequel to Nightmare only in the fact that it happened after it with the same original character. But it has almost no correspondence to the original Nightmare. If you did read it, which is unlikely, read this like it ended at chapter eleven. It wasn't good after that chapter anyway.
Violence Unending Chapter One: Abrupt End
Doors swung open reveling two female mutants huddled together, both the deepest black all through their entire bodies. Under their black clothes they donned a coat of black fur, and on their heads, long pointed black ears. They were in hiding; they had been in hiding for a long time.
The room suddenly filled with black light and black smoke as the older mutant tried to defend herself and her child. The younger teen aged one did not feel the fear inducing effects of the gas, for she drank from the blackness at birth taking her fear of it away and eventually allowing her to create it her self.
The blackness quickly dissipated to the sound of gunfire. The younger one, Audrey waited for pain, and felt none. The bullets had spared her. She looked to her mother, who had her hand on her neck. Black ooze poured from behind the black hand.
Audrey had no chance to cradle her mother in her arms, and heard long and drawn out last words like in the movies. There were merely a few gurgles and the sound of her breathing ceased. With that, the last X-man still living in the United States was dead. Her name was Sarah Proctor a.k.a. Nightmare.
A life without her mother flashed before the eyes of Nightmare's successor. This event would be a scar in her life. This is what she would have to tell people when her mother came into conversation. People are not supposed to die that way. They are supposed to live as long as possible, love as much as possible, and pass along their wisdoms of life. It seemed Audrey's mother was on the path to a full life, but it ended within minutes. The surviving mutant thought of a quote from Macbeth about life, "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
A need to cry almost surfaced, but it died with realization that Audrey was not alone. The paramilitary mercenaries who killed her mother were looking over her. At that point Audrey would not dare shine her black light. But to be sure a device was strapped onto her ankle. Pain shot up her leg as points attached the device to her flesh, inhibiting any use of the mutant X gene. They lead her to the back of a van, which was pure white and well lit. She did not resist and they gave her no trouble. They too had mothers and both have or would have negative feelings associated with her death. Audrey had no choice but to sit powerless and alone contemplating her journey to that point.