A/N: Wow! Such a huge turnout! Thank you all for your help! Aside from the fact that this contains the prolouge for my story, I have several important matters to discuss. First, the mutants who have managed to land spots as 'mains' in the Alpha Prison.

1. MysteryAgain's Drew Leroy Pond

2. Kitkat1421's Mckenzie Nicole O'hara

3. Silverstarofquebec's Merrin Emily O'Reilly

4. XxxCloudyxxX's Sandra Lynda Campbell

5. TeslaJet's Nickolai Leonov

6. Ninaninagrrr's Marley Tilly Titan

7. A-Rog's Alexander Steven Roger

8. Sgt2x4's Richard Ray Jackson

9. Breekitty's Siarra Dylan Evans

10 - this spot is still open, as I am currently debating which personality would fit the spot the most.

So, to everyone up on that list, I hope that you keep a close eye on this story! The more input you give, the better I can portray your characters!

As for everyone else who has submitted a character, I will put them to use! Every character that is submitted will get a part in this story, even if they aren't mains. :D So, a big thanks to you too!

"He's gone, Logan." she says, tilting her head to the side slightly. Her dark brown eyes watch the other man carefully as he moves through the garage; tall and well muscled, looking for all the world like the nature bound man he is, dressed in leathers and with a single bag thrown over a shoulder.

The left one, she notes, because she always notices things like that.

Logan grunts, but doesn't look up from his task. He's sifting through keys that are spread out on the top of a workbench, trying to find the one that will start his motorcycle. He keeps telling the kids not to put it with the others, but they never listen. Half the time, he thinks that they do it on purpose.

"We can't find a trace of him anywhere. Jean has tried to use Cerebro to track him down but...There's no trace of him anywhere." she says, and pretends not to notice how his shoulders tense up at that.

She hadn't wanted to ask the young psychic, barely even eighteen, to put on Cerebro. She was no where near ready for all that sheer concentrated will being forced down upon her. But it was needed.

Charles has been missing for almost a week now, after all. No signs of him anywhere. As though he just vanished off the face of the earth. The older mutants wheelchair had been found by his bed, which was made up like it hadn't even been slept in the night before.

Thinking of it now, he probably hadn't. She tried not to think. Just watched as Logan, who everyone needed but who couldn't stay, got ready to leave.

Snatching up the correct keys, Logan wastes no time in crossing the room and pulling the tarp off of his Harley. Made sure that his shoulder bag was securely closed, then swung a leg over and got himself settled. With one hand, he tilted the brim of his hat down into his eyes. The other hand pushed the key into the engine - but didn't turn it, not just yet.

Instead he offered the woman behind him, with the elegant stance and the mane of white hair, who was little more than a friend to him though she felt much stronger, so much stronger, and pulled her a grim face. "You be careful, 'Ro. An' you get ahold of me if you here from him."

"Of course." said Ororo. Then she stood by and watched as the man she loved pulled out - only this time? This time, he most likely wasn't going to be coming back.

-x-x-x-x-

Charles Xavier was a great man. He was a leader, as well as the starter of a new Era. One in which he hoped that mutants could live free among the regular humans, unprosocuted and unnoticed.

It's an Era that he never got to see. Perhaps that was why his students were so upset when he vanished? Or maybe their sorrow sprung forth from fear? Fear that, without him, they were wholly and completely unprotected from a world that hated them, just for haveing been born.

In a time when mutants were being persecuted simply for being, the X-Men and those under their protection suddenly found themselves completely and utterly alone. They saw only the uniform wearing men that patrolled the streets at night, the bruises on the faces of those outed already, the news reports of "another mutant dead" that seemed to come up on a nightly basis.

They didn't see the other mutants just yet. The ones that were right there, in their own town, only four streets away from where they lived

-x-x-x-x-

"I miss the Professor." said Kitty, voicing her thoughts to the empty room. She sunk lower into the bath, letting the warm waters rise up to her chin. Wrapped thin, pale arms around her knees and pulled them close to her chest, then closed her eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

He'd been gone for over three weeks now, and everything had changed. The entire mansion had gotten stiffer, almost, like now they were all just waiting for something to break. And in a way, Kitty knew that they were.

The new, overtly strict curfew that had every student no matter their age scrambling to get back inside of the iron gates before the clock hit seven. Knowing that both Ororo and Hank, the only remaining adults at the Institute, would stand just inside of the gates until every last student made it back safely.

That was because Charles had vanished.

The no-powers policy was because he was gone too, she knew. Just like the sudden terse looks that everyone exchanged, and the huddles of students whispering to each other, trying not to be over-heard; but by who? The teachers, the other students, or the humans that tried so hard to get them shut down?

Kitty herself had taken to just staying in her room more often then not. She was on strict orders not to wander through town. Just to school, and then back home. And she couldn't get ahold of the Brotherhood house over the phone, either. The line was disconnected - and that upset her almost worse then the dissapearance of her beloved professor, because it meant that she couldn't find out what was going on with Lance or the rest of the Brotherhood boys.

The very thought of the other group of mutants brought hot tears to her eyes, and Kitty tried to keep them at bay by sinking further into the water, letting the hot liqued rise up past her mouth and to the base of her nose.

Lance hadn't been to school in almost five days, now.

Kitty was far past the point of being worried about him.

-x-x-x-x-

The van was large and dark, with sheen over its black paint and tinted windows. Top of the line SUV, the model having been made just that year and alreayd upgraded for the work it would need. It was unadorned save for a simple, white logo on its left side.

"F.O.H", written in bold letters and a stark white. The only warning to anyone as to who it belonged too or why it was prowling along the streets at a crawl.

At the moment, it had only one passenger. A man with sharp features and short blond hair, light blue eyes scanning the back street that he was driving along. His name was Thomas Haynes, and he'd been a loyal member of the Friends Of Humanity for twenty three years, now. His clothing reflected that, in its sharp edges and pristine white cloth, and so did his demeanor.

Thomas had no pity for mutants, no matter their gender or age. That was why he was being sent out now, out of the town and out of the state, to a supposed mutant attack almost fifteen hours away.

He would not be alone on the return trip.