What do you think of my gang of freaks? Oops, hehe, I mean mutants. Nightmare! Evil! Wanted to kill him last time! Creep! Sorry, Roll the fic!

Disclaimer: Arg, if I mention anything thats not mine then its not mine.

Andrew Joiner

"My real name is Andrew Joiner," the tall, muscular man introduced himself. "And I would like to recruit you for a mission."

"Will we get paid for it?" Clara Drenje asked, though she wasn't a mutant, the petite brunette was useful for her monetary skills.

"Yes," Nightmare assured her.

"How much?" she pushed.

"Enough."

Clara huffed and snuggled closer to her hubby as they all got drenched.

"Whats the mission?" Rufus asked, disappearing and then reappearing next to Nightmare.

"Ever heard of the X-Men?"

Hahahahaha! I'm going to leave you hanging again! Just Kidding!

"Who are the X-Men?" Michael asked suspiciously, though he didn't want to admit it, this guy just plain creeped him out. That guy made him want to spit mucus from his mouth, which he could do because he was Mucus.

"The X-Men are a group of mutants who believe that mutants and normal humans should co-exist together in peace," Andrew explained. "We are going to help them with their cause."

Corrince squinted his eyes, he was getting a glimpse of the future. A house, a mansion to be more exact, a bald man in a wheelchair, lots of kids, happy kids, and her, beautiful, beautiful her. This future had to be good if she was gonna be there.

"We're in," he said, opening his eyes wide again.

Andrew smiled.

"Perfect."