"Who the heck are you?" you blurt out. She may be a stunningly beautiful woman but you still don't know her from Eve.
"There's no time to explain." she insists, "You're in danger here."
She reaches out a hand toward you but, before you can react, something long and fleshy wraps itself tightly around her neck. Glancing behind her, you see a gruesome little man crouched low and, it can't be, but it appears his tongue has ensnared the woman before you.
'Mutant!' your brain screams inside your hed. You've seen them on the news but never been close to one... that you know of.
"Danger?" a deep, baritone voice inquires from above, "Nathan has nothing to fear from us, Ms. Munro... provided he chooses to side with his fellow Homo Superior, that is."
Your eyes travel skyward and there, floating down like some dark angel, you see a man dressed in a red costume with purple trimmings, wearing a matching helm of polishged metal. You've seen him on the news too. Magneto!
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