Ok, Once again I own nothing here. Stop asking.

Chopper 1: Stop or we'll open fire!

Every single person looked up to see a fleet of air support and heavily armed officers drop to the ground. After a short pause the battled continued. Heard from a low voice within the choppers was open fire on them. The whole force opened fire. The combatants fled into the alleys. This war had become covert. Scoot Summers ran into an alley next to a broken down warehouse. He walked inside and heard a whole string of shots outside followed by a crash. Next a long string of vamps ran by his hiding spot. He heard a sound on the other side of the building. He shuttered. He could only wonder how he ended up there.

Michael ran into an alley seeing Scoot run into another. He ran for a bit until a chopper spotted him. He was chased into an alley parallel to Scott's warehouse. The bullets chased him until he jumped into the window. Michael accidentally hit a barrel and eyeshot went out. Thinking quickly he rolled out a can. He heard a sigh of relief. Ha it was Scott. Michael walked out into the light for Scott to see.

Michael: Hey Scott what's up?

Scott: Michael, what is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?

Michael: Umm call me Mike, sounds cooler huh?

Scott: What the hell is wrong with you? You're killing innocent people!

Michael: Scotty boy, there is no innocence, look around, even your innocent people got involved for no reason. Sure I can see the cops but gang members and bums come on? No innocent, none at all.

Scott: And what makes you judge?

Michael: You'll see or maybe not.

Michael promptly severed Scott from his head. Prof. X knew he lost Scoot from the jet.

Prof. X: Michael noooooo.

Professor then told his pupils. They could not mourn properly but the observed silence. Except one, Jean threw herself into a mad rage. She torn down the neighborhood. Bodies flew to the side as she advance towards Scott to see his body lay there his head gone. She screamed so loud that all of NYC woke.

Michael: I believe you hunt for this?

Jean turned to see Michael atop a building holding Scott's head he tossed it down to her.

Michael: Now leave me to my business.

Jean looked at the head before he and floated up to Michael and looked him straight in the eyes.

Michael: Yes beautiful?

Jean: You know what Michael you're right, in fact I pan to help you. Since it is quite obvious you have a death wish.

Jean waved her hand and he was sent back through the city.