The new Sentinel Program may still be in the works, but that doesn't stop the M.R.D. from hunting mutants. It doesn't stop them from bringing them all into custody to try to purge humanity, to keep them locked up from the rest of the world. To lock away their powers, to take part of them away. It doesn't matter if they've done something wrong or not. It just... It doesn't matter.

My name is Amaya, but I prefer Night Rain. Especially when facing the M.R.D. Then, it's practically necessary to be called Night Rain rather than Amaya. I guess you could say I'm of average looks, a bit on the short side, and of average intelligence. I'm more of an escape artist, if you ask me. Not like Riddick, but I manage to not be killed or caught. Although my escapes involve heights or water.

I went to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters back when it was still running. The M.R.D. has been hunting mutants for a few years now, ever since I was eighteen. My powers came in when I was eight, so I had ten years with him. I guess it's easy enough to evade them now that I'm eighteen, running for four years. Tomorrow will make five years. I tried to be an X-Man and help Xavier out, but... I couldn't make it like the rest. I just don't have the patience. Or the ability to forgive.

I'm trying to get to Genosha, but I have a bit of trouble haggling with the boats going out to drop off mutants, and the real Genosha boat is so expensive that I can't afford it without robbing a bank. I guess some things just aren't meant to happen, right? Just kidding. I try not to commit crimes, especially armed robbery, since it'll make us look even worse to the public.

Of course, being a mutant puts me on the radar anyway. Thankfully, I'm not too obvious. I don't have any physical mutations, lucky me, but I'm also put on the radar because of my variety of blades. I try not to carry a gun, but I usually have one concealed. Illegally, of course. I usually have a pair of kukri blades, a khopesh hanging from my waist, and a twenty five inch hunting knife. Can't forget my bag though.

I try to stay towards northern areas, so my khopesh can be hidden by my cloak. Right now, however, I'm walking the streets of a small town in Texas where a few mutants reside in the sewers. The M.R.D. has a lot of heat up there looking for me now that I've gotten away about forty five times for things I know I haven't done. I think I would remember drowning a few people here and there.

I enter a shop run by a mutant. The town is really just full of mutants and people who love mutants. Which is why this is probably one of the lowest crime rate areas of America. Because mutants aren't afraid to walk around in the sun and are treated equally. This is a one of a kind place, and I love it here.

"Hey, babe, can I get a water?" I ask as my waitress comes to take my order. She smiles at me, seeing the blue pendant at my throat. "Yeah, water's my thing."

"You're the girl Xavier told us to look out for. Logan likes to come down here once a year, so you're welcome here anytime. I'll be back in a jiffy with your water." She leaves me be, and I look at the menu to decide what I want for lunch. I'm going to be gone by the hour so I don't attract much attention to this little haven. I'd hate to do that to these people.

I get my water and order some chicken. I twirl the water around with my straw, focused on the molecules. It drops back into the cup as I stand when the doors slam open, guns pointed inside the building. A woman with black hair and shades comes through as the only identifiable person. I immediately assume her to be the leader. "We are looking for someone. Someone who is supposedly in this little diner. I want a female. Around twenty three years old, and she has an ability over water." No one speaks up. "I want you to know something here and now. I'm not military. None of my little friends are. So you can turn her in or we're going to kill all of you."

A person beside me says, "And if your intel was wrong?"

"I'll decide that," she says, grabbing the waitress who brought me my water. I meet her eyes and she shakes her head. "See, I heard you were an X-Man for a short time, and that you have a tendency to spare humans and protect them. If you're not here, then you'll let this girl die. If you are... Let's see how heartless you truly are. You have until ten. One..."

I keep eye contact, but she shakes her head.

"Two..."

Someone shifts next to me, and I look for her approval again.

"Three... Four..."

The gun comes out.

"Five... Six..."

The waitress closes her eyes.

"Seven... Eight..."

Someone drags the waitress away from her, and she's pushed to her knees for execution.

"Nine..."

I've never seen a human give up their life so willingly. I have to do something, but it has to be in a way that won't get anyone killed.

"Ten." My eyes narrow and everyone gasps, even the woman with the gun. She scans the crowd, the sun glinting off of the ice that encases the bullet she just shot to kill the waitress. Her eyes land on me and something clicks when I smirk back at her. "Kill her! Kill them all!" Nothing happens as the people behind her begin shaking so hard they can't hold their guns.

"Everyone out." They obey, even the waitress getting up and shivering after them. "You see, you should really know more about a mutant before you go after them. I was taught by Charles Xavier and Ororo Munroe, both of which are in hiding. I know how to freeze the water vapor around you... and make it heat up." A bead of sweat drips down her face at my last words. "You don't fuck a mutie like me."

I use the fluids in their body to kill up their lungs, slowly choking them. I stand over the black haired lady. "My name isn't a female around twenty three. My name is Night Rain. That might provide results next time." I take out my cell phone, taking her gun. I call the hospital. "Yeah, sorry to inconvenience you, but there's a group who threatened some civilians. If you wouldn't mind draining their lungs for me? Yeah, I'll leave them right here."

I hang up and drop my phone next to her. "You're welcome, sweetheart."