1974, a long time ago...

3rd Person POV

In this very universe, Nathaniel who'd become later known as the evil Mr. Sinister was freed from jail after his 20 year sentence for attacking Charles Xavier in Oxford University.

He was only a mere human, but his hatred for Mutants ever since he believed they killed his family was growing. And that met the interests of a man, who wanted to enslave them.

Apocalypse.

In a bright green jungle, the human was following the blue skinned man, named Apocalypse. The mutant felt that Nathaniel's hatred for Mutants would aid his new world order.

Apocalypse: Welcome to... Krakoa.

The man behind him looked around. It was an island, a very vibrant and beautiful island that no one had discovered, as it was hidden.

He bit his lips seeing everything, fresh fruit, big trees and the fresh air that penetrated his nostrils.

Portrayed by Oscar Isaac

Apocalypse: Here, we will build an empire, Mutant slaves upon an island that was meant for mutants... how does that sound, human?

The blue skinned man turned to face the broken father, who was silent, staring at him. This lack of reply confused Apocalypse, how dare a feeble human not respond to him?

Apocalypse: Answer me.

Nathaniel: It's... good.

Apocalypse: Good. Your family would be proud.

Nathaniel: Would they?

He replied instantly, as he walked foward and up to the powerful tyrant. But the tyrant did not do anything, he felt stiff. Worrying, he looked down to see a fully black sword through his stomach, and gasping with a tear, he looked back up.

He was bertrayed.

Apocalypse: W-What did you do to me?

Gurgling out his last drops of blood, what could kill someone so powerful?

Nathaniel, who was slowly losing himself, chuckled and looked directly in the Mutant's eyes.

Nathaniel: Our interests do not align, friend. The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

He twisted the blade slowly, cutting the powered man's organs, and with another hand, he stabbed a syringe in his neck slowly... taking the tyrant's blood.

Nathaniel: This a promise... and my vow...

"I will kill all the Mutants."

After extracting all the blood from the weakened Apocalypse. Mr. Sinister now injected this syringe into his own neck, pressing all that useful power into his own.

He was going to become one to kill them.

Apocalypse gasped for air, struggling under Mr. Sinister's blade. As Apocalypse's skin darkened, Nathaniel's brightened, becoming pure grey with a red jewel forming. He was now receiving all the powers of Apocalypse. Which were limitless.

Mr Sinister: Thank you for your service.

Slice.

From the nave to the chaps, Mr. Sinister sliced with a clean cut. The two slices of the dead mutant fell to either side before Mr Sinister tucked his blade back behind him.

His eyes glowed bright red as he stood before the island.

From now on, this is where he'd reside for the years to come, planning previously to bring about the extinction of Mutants.

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Present day

Y/N's POV

A heavy gasp escaped my lips before realising I was in the comfort of a bed. I had a dream, but I can't remember it...

Before I could elaborate more on what I had just seen, my door suddenly opens, and it's that red head girl, Jean.

Y/N: Hey.

I managed to say, the woman simply smiled and walked foward, setting down a tray of freshly cooked breakfast by bedside table and a glass of water.

Jean: Hey, how did you sleep?

She asked softly in a comforting manner, I guess her reading my mind made her feel bad. Or she was nice in general. But she's definitely one of the nicest people I've met at the school so far. Especially someone who has a boyfriend that's strict.

Y/N: I slept good. I dreamt about my wife and kids.

She smiled softly, and that made me genuinely reciprocate back.

Jean: That's great to hear. From what I saw, Wanda was a great human being... and you'll definitely be seeing your family again. You deserve that chance.

An optimist? Wow... she reminded me so much of Natasha, how she was a platonic friend and was always hopeful in bringing family together.

Y/N: Thank you.

Jean: Can I get you anything else, Y/N?

Y/N: I'm good, Doctor Grey. Thank you.

Jean: Call me Jean, and no problem. The Professor needs you down by 9.

She shoots me a comforting grin and leaves me in my bed. So we're heading to important stuff already? That's good but also daunting, not knowing what else can happen.

I sat up properly and. enjoyed my stay by having some breakfast in bed.

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After having breakfast, I got dressed up in Jimmy's brown jacket that I had from Westview and my pants and headed downstairs.

When on my way, I took a moment to appreciate the school environment, from the students walking in and out and the classes happening.

It was a great environment for people who were seen as different and cast out of the wider world.

I took the elevator down to the lowest underground level, and walked to the circular door that opened automatically, revealing Charles, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Pietro and Rogue.

Y/N: I heard someone needed me.

Scott: Unfortunately.

The leader rebutted but I chose to ignore him, Charles turned his wheelchair around to face me.

Charles: Y/N I'm assigning you, Rogue, Quicksilver and Iceman on a mission while I try and locate Wanda for you.

Y/N: What kind of mission?

I asked him, a little ounce of hope building within me, that Charles was going to contact Wanda.

Charles: I need you to retrieve someone I believe that can help up against Sinister... Gambit.

Anna: What?! I'm not going there!

The younger girl was shocked upon hearing the name, but I was intrigued as to who he was.

Charles: He's been kept at special prison kn the Pentagon, and I'd need you four to break in.

Pietro: God, I love break ins.

I quirk my brow, as Pietro looked excited and Rogue was more distressed. I placed my hands into my pockets and tilted my head.

Y/N: What did this Gambit dude do to get into the Pentagon?

Charles: Long story. But Remy LeBeau was associated with very dangerous gangs and had got himself involved into major events that caused us great shame. This threatened our relationship, and even his with Anna's.

The girl was scared, making me assume that this he was a very aching love for her. And someone who couldn't be trusted by the school? He must be powerful if Charles wants him.

Charles: I just believe we can help him by getting him to help you. He's not a bad person, he's just had a bad life. I'm sure you can relate.

Y/N: I can.

I nod, as long as all this was for a greater cause. Then I think I have one more fight in me.

It felt like I was repairing someone else's family as they helped repair mine.

Charles: Let's go to cerebro.

The older man says with a smile, leading us with his wheelchair to hallway of the lowe ground. Pietro nudged my shoulder telling me to look ahead.

Pietro: This part never gets old. Watch.

A robotic voice welcomed the professor into a large room, like very large. It kept me in awe. Sort of like a hollow death star... and it all lead to a small desk with a helmet.

He wheeled across the platform and I instinctively followed, as everyone stayed behind.

This place was incredible.

Charles: Welcome to cerebro.

Y/N: Certainly is a big round... room?

Charles: The brainwaves of Mutants and enhanced are different to humans. This device amplifies my power, allowing me to locate mutants across great distances... but this will be the first time I use it interdimensionally.

Y/N: Can't you use it to find Mr. Sinister, or my children?

Charles: I tried this morning but I found nothing. Someone like him knows I can find him easily, he'd be hidden well.

He explained as a matter of factly, as he held onto the metal helmet and placed upon his head.

Charles: Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find your wife. And you need to be on mission.

I smiled and walked away, my hope increasing. The door automatically closed behind me and I was stood there with the others.

My eyes went to Jean, curiously as I remembered she was a far more powerful telepath than Charles.

Y/N: Have you ever used...

Jean: Used cerebro?

Y/N: Yeah.

She sighed and shook her head, looking down as she fiddled with her fingers.

Jean: It takes a degree of control and for someone like me... it's-

Scott: Dangerous.

He cuts off her sentence, and breaking our conversation apart. The red glasses wearing man then walks up to me, staring into my eyes while Jean walks away.

Scott: I'm entrusting you in leading my team, keep them safe and come back in one peice. Or don't, make sure they're safe...

He shoves his car keys in my hands, and I simply smirk.

Y/N: I always come back in one piece.

Scott: If you did then you wouldn't be here, would you?

Before I can think of a comeback he leaves me down here with the three I'm taking on this mini road trip/mission. Pietro, Anna and Bobby. Which isn't bad, they're great people.

This is all going smoothly, for the most part.

But I wonder what Wanda is doing.

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As Charles deepened his mind into cerebro, trying to identify the brainwave of Wanda, he came to soon realise...

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To no avail, Charles was left with no one else... but there was. Jeannie. He closed his eyes and returned into finding her... which he did easily.

She was alone, isolated and drawing colouring pages. He felt sorry but he understood that her mother was corrupted.

Their only hope was Jeannie now. To save her own mother.

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"Jeannie Maximoff-L/N. Can you hear me?"

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"I have your father, Jeannie. You have to find us. Help Wanda. Daken and Tommy are in danger. "

"Who are you?"

"My name is Charles Xavier."

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3rd Person POV

Coughing sounds from a dark hollow area could be heard, it was Daken and Tommy... and they had just woken up.

The two looked around as they adjusted themselves to the setting, only to realise that they were locked in a plain room, with one glass pane, that revealed utter darkness.

Daken: Tommy, are you okay?

The older twin asked, helping his brother up.

Tommy: Where's dad? Where's mom?

For the next few minutes, the kids tried breaking free of this prison they were in bit failed, despite using their powers.

This resulted in the innocent boys left in tears, scared as they were alone, and no one was there... until a sudden appearance behind the window showed up.

Mr. Sinister.

He smirked, giggling hysterically at the distressed faces of the boys. He clapped his hands together as the boys took further steps backwards together.

Daken: Who are you and where are our parents?!

Mr. Sinister: Well, your father is dead and your mother is in a different universe. No one is going to be helping you.

He crouched down, giving a soft expression, but his intentions were not. Daken however was not having it, he was tough while Tommy was slightly scared, already tearing up.

Daken: Our dad never dies!

Mr. Sinister: I'm counting on that.

The evil man chuckled darkly, before Tommy sniffled and looked at him, slightly scarred by his appearance.

Tommy: Are you going to kill us?

Mr. Sinister: No, my boys... you are going to help me bring about the extinction of Mutants.

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A/N: Sorry again for the lack of updates. I'm trying I promise 😭

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