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Brad Kilburne listened intently. He knew he was being followed. He had seen the shadowy figures darting behind the trees as they pursued him. He ran past a few more trees.

Brad was in his thirties. He was often thought to be older because of his appearance. He was a tall man with brown hair. The part about him that disturbed most people was his pale skin and his yellow eyes.

Brad risked a look around the tree. He knew he could probably take on whatever was coming after him.

Brad was a mutant. The few mutants who knew him referred to him as Zombie. He had found out what he was at a young age. He had been walking through the barn in which his family kept the cows. He had stepped on a nail that was concealed by the hay. Clutching his injured foot, he had fallen to the ground to find that his cut was mending itself at an extraordinary rate. He had decided to keep this a secret from his parents. It probably would have stayed a secret, but a few years later, his father took him hunting. His father shot at a squirrel, but instead hit a tree at a much too close range. The bullet ricocheted off of the tree and entered Brad's chest. His father received a terrible surprise when he realized that Brad was still alive. His parents were thankful for his survival, but from then on they seemed to fear him. He left his house when he was sixteen. He resorted to pick pocketing to survive.

Brad ran another few feet and stopped. Someone landed on his back. Brad reached behind him and took hold of the person's leg. He threw the person with all his might, sending it into a tree. To Brad's great surprise, the person simply stuck to the tree with its hands and feet. The person took this to an advantage and a slimy tongue shot out of its mouth and wrapped around Brad's legs. Brad toppled over onto the ground and was immediately lifted again, this time by a tall man with long hair and claws. Brad suddenly realized who was after him. The guy on the tree was a mutant called Toad. The man holding Brad in the air was Sabretooth. Brad had heard of both of them. They worked for the mutant known as Magneto. Sure enough, a shadowy figure stepped out of the trees. Brad knew immediately who it was.

"There is no use in running away," said Magneto calmly.

"What do you want from me?" asked Brad nervously.

"I only want to make you an offer," said Magneto, "I assume you know of the recent mutant imprisonment law."

"So what if I do?" retorted Brad angrily.

"This law is yet another example of mutant detestation," stated Magneto, "If they continue making these filthy proclamations, the whole mutant race will cease to exist."

"Can we move this along?" interrupted Toad.

"As I said before," asserted Magneto, giving Toad a warning look, "I am here to make you an offer. I am presenting the chance to avenge the mutant race, to purge the world of human scum."

Brad thought about all the times people had cowered in stores and averted their eyes when they saw him. He remembered all the people who pointed and stared at him through the windows of their houses. He felt a surge of hatred toward those people.

"Have you made your decision?" asked Magneto.

"Yes," said Brad, "this is an offer that I can't pass up."

"Good," said Magneto victoriously, "now if you'll put Mr. Kilburne down, Sabretooth, we can escort him to our headquarters."