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	There'll be a few missed chapters somewhere, so just contact me
at - dimitri@ihug.co.nz - and I can send anything you miss, or even look at :

http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/MacInnes/sheroine.htm
(an excellent superheoine site that contains the X-Men 
story - case is important.)

	Whatever is the legal age to view pornographic material in your 
country is how old you have to be to read this story - if you're not that old 
then you can't read it - by reading this story you are saying you are of a 
legal age to view this material - if you are not I can not be held 
responsible.
	
	Warren had been having a lot of dreams lately, the majority of them 
involved his metallic wings falling apart to reveal the old feathery wings 
that he had once bore before Apocalypse.  He ignored those dreams however, 
and concentrated more on the ones about him and Psylocke - because one of 
them was coming true right now.
	She was before him, on her knees, naked, one hand rested between her 
thighs, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, while she slowly and 
expertly deepthroated his cock.
	Many people saw Betsy Braddock aka Psylocke as an ice queen, devoid 
of any emotion - but that was far from true - just as he, Warren Worthington 
III aka Archangel, was not the spoilt little rich boy most people thought he 
was.  Betsy was very reserved most of the time, but every so often she let
her emotions come through - this was one of those times.
	She sat before him, sliding his cock slowly down her mouth, taking in 
his full nine inches, not gagging in the slightest, then drawing back, till 
only the tip of his cock was left in her warm, moist mouth.  As she slid his 
meat back into her mouth, his cock jerked slightly, she slipped it nearly all 
out, again leaving only the tip inside, her tongue circled around the rim of 
his cockhead and he moaned in pleasure, she smiled as her hand wrapped around 
his lubricated cock and began to slide up and down, wanking him slowly.  
Pulling her mouth away, she smiled up at him,"Don't come yet, I want you up 
my ass."
	That was another reason why Warren loved her so much, he had never 
met a woman before who would come from being assfucked, but Psylocke had 
changed all of that - she could orgasm from being done up her cunt, but had 
multiple orgasms from being done up the ass.  She swallowed his cock head 
again and slipped her hand away, moving it behind her, he knew that she was 
preparing her ass, covering it in her saliva she had picked up from his cock, 
and slipping a finger in, soon she would slip another in, then a third, and 
then she would have him fuck her up the ass.
	Her mouth continued to slide up and down his cock, and he found 
himself fighting not to come, he was on the brink, and was clenching his cock 
to try and stop it, the need slowly subsided and he relaxed, enjoying being 
sucked again.
	Psylocke broke of, turning around so she was on all fours, her ass 
was lubed up now, and her fingers were sliding in and out of her sopping wet 
cunt.  He approached her, got onto his knees, grabbed his cock in hand and 
pressed the head against her anus, it parted slightly and he worked it in, 
putting in the tip first, then continuing one inch at a time, only continuing 
when she told him she was comfortable with it, finally he had worked eight 
inches in and stopped there, he had learned from experience that anymore only 
caused her pain.  Now that he was all the way in he had to pause once more to 
stop from cumming to soon, her incredibly tight ass causing feelings of 
fantastic pleasure, it didn't help that she was clenching and unclenching her 
anus to get comfortable with him in there.  Then she came, her fingers had 
been rubbing around her clit and she was unable and unwilling to hold back 
the orgasm, her juices flowed down her fingers and her cunt and ass 
tightened, he groaned and once more had to wait for the feeling to subside.
	"Sorry Warren," she said, blushing slightly,"But it feels so good."
	"Tell me about it," he replied with a smile, his skin was flushed, 
luckily, having blue skin meant that it wasn't easy to notice, unfortunately, 
having a telepath for a girlfriend meant she could notice.
	"Do you want to wait a while? So you don't cum too soon?" she asked.
	"No, I'm all right," he replied with a smile, placing his hands on 
her hips, he slowly slid back, his cock retracting from her ass, she groaned 
in pleasure, her fingers working furiously in her cunt, as he pulled nearly 
fully out, then slid back in.  He continued these motions for several 
minutes, speeding up the pace, as he continued he stopped stopping at eight 
inches and slid his entire length into her, he knew from experience that by 
this point she was beyond feeling pain, and the sight, sound and feel of 
slamming against her ass increased his own pleasure.  She orgasmed twice more 
before he could hold on no longer, and he emptied his load into her ass.  He 
pulled out and fell back onto his back, Psylocke also flopped over, but she 
kept her knees bent and and arched her back as she continued to wank herself, 
after she had came again she crawled over to him, his cock had leaked a 
littled more cum which had slid down his now half erect cock, she engulfed it 
once more with her mouth, removing the last traces of cum from his body, then 
she too fell back, panting slightly, but with a satisfied smile of her face.
	"You look like the cat who got into the cream," Warren said with a 
smile.
	"Actually," she said with a smile, making a rare joke,"My pussy is 
the only thing that didn't get any cream!"
	They both laughed as she wrapped her arms around him, lowered her 
head onto his chest and fell asleep, he soon followed suit, the hot weather 
causing a lazy drowsiness to overcome him.
	As they lay, naked and asleep, a large shadow fell over them.
	"Sleep now my dark son," said Apocalypse, the millenia old 
Mutant"Rest, for a great battle is coming," turning, the ageless mutant 
walked away, a brief smile flitting over his blue lips - the Age of 
Apocalypse was coming!  
  
	He doesn't look so arrogant now, I thought as my bone claws slipped 
out of my hand, pressing his neck against the wall, where they stuck into the 
wood.
	"That's claws one and three," I said with a smile,"Would you like to 
meet number two?" The second claw was the middle one, it would slip right 
through his neck.
	"You don't scare me you mutie scum," whispered Graydon Creed, third 
party candidate for the Presidency of the United States.
	"Yeah, well it's not me you have to be worried about," I whispered,"A 
lot of your prospective voters are gonna be real disappointed to hear you 
hang around with a cult group like the Friends of Humanity, that has strong 
connections to A.I.M, a known terrorist group.  And even if that doesn't make 
a difference, what about when the Friends of Humanity find out about your 
parents, Sabretooth and Mystique? Two well known mutant outlaws?"
	"I know you," he spat at me with hatred,"You used to hang around with 
my fath......with that mutant didn't you?"
	"A long time ago," I replied with a grin,"And we ain't exactly pals 
now, but you had better listen, I want to know something from you, then I'll 
leave you alone."
	"I'll never tell you anything you mutie pig!"	
	"Just give me the password to your mutant files," I replied, you can 
watch me use them, and even change the password when I'm done."
	"Nothing doing!" he replied, I could see I wasn't going to get 
anywhere, I punched him in the side, winding him, as he fell I walked to the 
computer, switched it on and typed an experimental password - it worked! The 
Beast would be proud.
	"How....." he gasped as I began looking through the information.
	"Darkholme?" I laughed,"Using your mothers maiden name for a password 
ain't too original is it!?!"
	He scowled as I found the information I wanted, his eyes widened as 
he saw who it was,"What do you want with him!" he gasped.
	I leapt from the chair and pulled him up,"Was the bald guy with a 
diamond tattoo looking at this file!"
	"Essex.....?" he began, then shut up,"I don't know who you're talking 
about," but it was too late, I had seen the truth, Sinister had come here 
under the name of Essex, looked up information about the boy I was looking 
for, then left.  I turned to the computer and smiled, I've never claimed to 
be any kind of computer hacker, but you can't live with the Beast and not 
pick up something.  I typed in some commands and then leapt to the roof, 
leaving through the skylight.  I turned back and watched as Graydon Creed 
read what was now written on every Friends of Humanity computer in America, 
and I smiled as he screamed.

"Format of all files in F.O.H database (backups inclusive) now complete, 
possiblity of retrieval - 0.01%"

	Jubilee cried out in pleasure as once more she came, the double 
headed vibrator sliding 
faster and faster into her sopping cunt and lubricated asshole.  She held one 
of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, grinding it between them, she 
felt like she was hyperventilating, she was so excited.  She pulled the 
vibrator mostly out of her cunt, tipping it upwards so it came to rest on her
clit, which she had recently been rubbing with the finger now busy with her 
nipple.  The vibrations rocked through her clitoris, causing her entire body 
to spasm, she pulled the vibrator away, letting it slide out of her pussy.
	"That was too intense," she gasped, she dropped the vibrator to the 
ground and slipped a finger into herself, making quick, stroking motions, 
slipping in two additional fingers, she came again.
	She stood up and stretched, her breasts pulling back pleasurably, a 
small pool of her cum lay on the uncarpeted floor, she grabbed her panties 
and wiped it up.  Cleaning off the vibrator too, she placed it back in the 
shoebox and closed the wardrobe.  She happned to glance out the blinds and 
saw to her shock that Scott's car was back, she bundled up her clothes and 
rushed to the door, unlocking it she opened it and peeked out, Storm's head 
was just visible over the stairs, Jubilee would never be able to get out of 
her room on time - not naked as she was in any case.  She turned around and 
rushed to the bed, sliding under it, she noticed her panties lying just 
outside as the door was opening, she reached out, grabbed them and pulled 
them under the bed.

	Scott Summers was the leader of the X-men, apparently his genetic 
bloodline was one of the most exceptional in the world, and yet here he was, 
carrying around shopping bags for his finacee and friend.
	Jean and Ororro walked in front of him, heads together, talking and 
giggling almost like they were teenagers, in fact he felt much the same way 
as he had when Jubilee had convinced him to take her to the mall.
	"Look!," said Ororro - who as Storm was one of the most powerful 
mutants in the world,"There's that new shop I was telling you about, it's 
supposed to be great."
	"Don't you girls have enough new clothes?" Scott asked, hoping they 
would see reason.
	"But Scott," said Jean with a smile,"It's a sale, I'll be saving 
money."
	Before he could reply the two woman walked into the store, he 
grimaced and followed them, already the checkout girls were exclaiming over 
their excellent figures, he turned and saw an extremely tall man, well 
muscled with long blonde hair holding at least twelve bags.
	"Here with your girlfriend?" he asked.
	"I wish," replied the man glumly,"My mother!"
	A stout, greying woman walked past him,"Hurry up Spencer," she said 
and he started to follow her out of the store, turning he mouthed,"Help," to 
Scott.
	He grinned and mouthed back,"Sorry, you're on your own."
	He sat down at one of the small seats, put the bags behind him and 
stretched his feet out, a short, fat, balding man sat down next to him.
	"Hi," he said to Scott.
	Scott nodded in reply.
	"Names Costanza, George Costanza," he said, he looked around the 
store, spying Jean and Ororro,"Wow, check out that pair!"
	Scott smiled,"Which one do you like?"
	"The black one is nice........."
	"African American...."
	"Yeah, yeah, I hate political correctness - I'm not a European 
American am I, no.......I'm white...but I can't say....ahh, forget it."
	"You were saying."
	"Yeah, the.......african american......is nice, but that red head has 
got quite a body."
	"Why don't you ask her out?" he asked with a grin.
	"Are you kidding!?! Besides, they're obviously lesbians."
	Scott nearly choked,"Pardon?"
	"Oh come on, woman that beautiful are always lesbians, I should know, 
I nearly married one."
	Scott smiled, standing up he walked over to Jean, slid his hand over 
her ass and when she turned, kissed her fully.  Jean, through their psi-link, 
saw what he was playing at, and decided to play along, she turned to Storm 
and said,"I'm sorry Ororro, I was willing to love you forever, but now he's 
shown me what a real man can do."
	Ororro smiled, seeing something was up,"Okay, but I'll miss you 
baby."
	Scott walked over and picked up the bags, winking at George in the 
meantime, then he and Jean walked out.
	George shut his gaping jaw, stood up and walked up to Ororro, she 
smiled warmly at him,"Try it, and I'll knock your teeth out."
	As she walked out, moving her hips slightly, George turned to the 
male checkout attendant and smiled,"It's obvious who wore the pants in that 
relationship."
	Once Storm reached the car, Scott and Jean were making out 
passionately in the back seat, she knocked on the window,"If you kids can 
hold out till we get home, I'll give you money to go to the drive-in!"

Now at home, Storm locked her door, opened her closed blinds to let the un 
in, and stripped out of her clothes, her large breasts, free of the 
constraints of both shirt and bra almost seemed to sigh in releif, she 
slipped her panties off, revealing a neatly shaven pussy.  She folded all of 
her clothes and put them on a chair next to her bed, then she lay down and 
stretched out luxuriantly, like a cat.
	She simply preferred to sleep in the nude, without covers on, and she 
wanted an nap, it being five in the afternoon, the sun shone through her 
windows onto her nude form - however there were some things that simply had 
to be done before you could go to sleep, her finger trailed down her body, 
tracing a small circle around her erect nipple, then continuing onwards, till 
it slid down the inner part of her cuntlips, then slowly slid inside of her, 
she gasped in pleasure and began to slide in faster and faster, adding a 
second finger, then a third.  It had been a long time since she had been 
fucked by a man, not since her break up with Forge, and now, despite not 
wanting to admit it, she found herself fantasising about Cable.
	He was the son of Scott Summers and Madelyne Pryor, a clone of Jean 
Grey, but he had been infected with a techno-virus and taken a thousand years 
into the future, where he was raised by Scott and Jean in different bodies 
for twelve years - they had revealed this to him not too long ago, when they 
discovered that the Universe was going to end, when it didn't they had become 
closer.
	So Storm felt some guilt that she was attracted to her best friend's 
son, despite the fact that he was almost twenty years older than his parents 
- oh time travel!
	Below the bed Jubilee listened to the sounds of pleasure, her hand 
had quickly worked it's way down to her cunt and she wanked herself, moaning 
as quietly as possible as she felt another orgasm, her juices left a small 
trail on the wood floor which she cleaned up with her already wet panties.  
She had long envied Storm's fantastic figure, now she found herself wanting 
to HAVE it rather than have it, she smiled at the silly way her thoughts ran 
together, her smile broadened as her fingers began working at her clit, her 
ass ran against the bed's base as she began making humping gestures, forcing 
her fingers deeper into her vagina.  After cumming again she lay in wait, 
finally Storm seemed to stop, after a few more minutes Jubilee slid out from 
under the bed, she stood up, prepared to leave the room when she noticed the 
beautiful X-woman's naked body.  Storm lay on her bed naked, her large 
breasts had drifted slowly to her sides, but remained firm, one hand lay 
under her ass, the other rested on her neatly trimmed vagina.  Jubilee 
dropped her clothes and stared, and stared, and stared, unbeleivably, she 
began to move forward, her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body's 
instincts had taken over.
	As Storm's fingers had slid into her cunt, she'd imagined they were 
Cables, and now as she lay on the bed, half asleep, she longed to feel his 
tongue lapping at her juices, it was funny how the mind worked, she could 
almost feel a tongue lapping at her cunt.
	Jubilee still couldn't beleive she was doing this, Storm seemed to 
reamin asleep, and Jubilee could not resist the overwhelming urge to taste 
her, she slid forward over the bed and lowered her tongue, lightly licking at 
Storm's lips, she tasted the sour cream from Storm's slit.  She had heard 
that female cum would taste sour if woman masturbated alot, she didn't know 
if it was true or not, but she did like the taste, she slid her tongue in a 
little further, the pussy lips parting easily, Storm bucked her hips and 
moaned in pleasure, her hands reached down and grabbed Jubilee's head, she 
looked up in shock, but Storm's eyes remained closed, she began to slide her 
tongue in further, and Storm pushed her hips up while pushing Jubilee's head 
down, grinding the teen mutant's face into her sopping cunt, her nose rubbed 
roughly against Ororro's erect clit and the African beauty cried out as she 
came, her juices flowing down her pussy and running down her asscheeks.
	Jubilee noticed the clitoris, and, forming a small 'O' with her 
mouth, swallowed the juiced up little love button and began to suck on it, 
her tongue circling around it - Storm cried out in pleasure and began bucking 
wildly, Jubilee grasped her asscheeks in an effort to hold on, it felt good 
to have a hold of her firm ass and she kneaded it slightly.
	"Oh yes, Cable, lick me!" moaned Storm and Jubilee stifled laughter, 
so Storm had a thing for Cable? She should have guessed, they spent so much 
time together, she wondered if they had fucked yet, she didn't think so - she 
remembered how Storm had been with Forge, always mooning about and happy.
	Storm went limp and let go of Jubilee's head, as she removed her 
mouth from her cunt, she moticed her heaving breasts for the first time, 
sliding up slightly, she licked the nippled lightly with her tongue and Storm 
moaned in ectasy, Jubilee realised with a start that her own fingers were 
sliding into her cunt and she had come already once while eating out Storm.  
Her free hand slid over Storm's tits, grabbing it and squeezing slightly, 
kneading it, Storm's eyes began to flutter and she stopped, as the co-leader 
of the X-men relaxed back down Jubilee got up, slipped into her soaking 
panties, which were then soaked more by her own juices, and into her clothes, 
she unlocked the door and stepped out, closing it behind her she rushed back 
to her own room to wank herself silly.
	Storm slowly opened her eyes, she had fallen asleep halfway through 
her fantasy, and it had turned into a dream, she looked down at her cunt, it 
was absolutely sopping, and juices lay in a puddle by her asscheeks on the 
sheets, then she noticed that ne of her nipples was covered in saliva and she 
grinned,"I've been sucking my own tits in my sleep again," she laughed,"I 
gotta be careful or I'll strain something!"

	
	It had been an interesting flight, stuck in a cargo plane with goats, 
pigs,  chickens and a cow, but when they made their stopover in Switzerland I 
made my exit.  I wanted to head to Cable's safehouse for two reasons, I had 
to find the kid listed in the Friend's of Humanity database, and then I had 
to take a shower.
	Cable kept a car in a storage garage in case he needed it, and my 
bone claws were plenty tough enough to break the lock, soon I was heading up 
towards the safe house, even dressed in warm clothes and with my healing 
factor, mutant physiology and background in Canada I could feel the cold, it 
seemed unnatural.
	As soon as I arrived at the safehouse I smelt something strange, Jean 
was there, but it wasn't Jean, and that made no sense.  Despite that, I saw 
no reason to do things the hard way, I just walked up the steps, knocked on 
the door and waited.
	An old man answered, inside it was warm and cosy, a fire was blazing, 
an old, matronly woman was knitting and a cat lay stretched before the fire, 
enjoying the heat. I sniffed, I could smell the old man's cologne, the 
woman's scent pack and even the cat, but no Jean, and no kid - I had to 
admit, they were good.
	"Okay kid," I said,"Cut the act - drop this illusion."
	The old man shook his head,"What do you mean?"
	My fist flew out, catching him in the face before he could react, as 
he stumbled back the illusion dropped, there was a fire blazing, but the old 
woman was actually a dead ringer for Jean, and the kid looked like a really, 
really young Cable without the t.o virus.
	As I stepped into the room and closed the door the scent clicked in 
my head,"Maddie!?" I asked, in amazement.
	Madelyne Pryor stood up and smiled,"Logan, it has been a long time."
	"You two know each other?" asked the youth, wiping blood from his 
nose.
	"He's an X-man," she said,"He's probably here to recruit you, whether 
you want to go or not."
	"I'm not going anywhere old man," he said to me angrily, I could see 
the fire in his eyes, he was dangerous.
	"I'm not here to recruit anyone, I did come to warn you that you're 
in danger, but now I just want to know what Madelyne is doing here?"
	"In danger from you maybe," she said angrily,"Me and Nate are happy 
here, you have no right to....."
	"Last I heard sweety, you were dead."
	Nate turned and looked at her, I could see a slight suspicion in his 
head, he suspected something about her, that was for sure, but he turned to 
me instead,"Listen up," he said,"There is nothing going on I can't handle, I 
don't need the X-men, you can tell Magneto........."
	"What are you talking about? What does Magneto have to do 
with............"
	"I told you Nate," said Maddie,"Magneto is evil here, like all the 
X-Men."
	"Woah, slow down, I only came to warn you that the Friends of 
Humanity have been looking really closely at you......."
	"Friend's of Humanity?"
	"They're an anti-mutant group, listen up kid, but there's someone 
alot more dangerous after you, a mean guy called Mr Sinister........." my 
little speech trailed of as I was hit by a t.k blast to the head, even faster 
than I could react I felt t.k wrapping around my body, holding me tight in 
the air, I felt his invasion into my head like it was a worm burrowing into 
my brain.
	He seemed to eat through my memories, I always thought I had pretty 
advanced psi-defenses, living with Xavier, the most powerful psi on the 
planet helped some, but this kid actually seemed stronger, and he kicked past 
them easily, looking for anything on Sinister.
	"He's alive!" screamed Nate, my body collapsed to the floor as the 
kid screamed at the ceiling, a flash of t.k lightning seemed to burst from 
his eye, smashing through the roof and burning away into the night air, I 
wasn't so much reminded of Cable as I was of Stryfe, his evil clone who had 
released the legacy virus onto the world.  The kid lifted into the air and 
flew away faster than the eye could see, the snow began to fall through the 
roof, he had been unconsciously holding it back.
	"Now look what you've done!" screamed Madelyne at me,"You've taken 
him away from me, just like you X-Men took my baby away from me!"
	"A baby you were trying to kill!" I yelled back at her,"And how can 
you be here? You died, I was there, I saw it!"
	She stared at me in surprise, then anger, she strode to the door and 
pulled it open, she looked out for a few seconds then closed the door, 
turning, she smiled at me warmly, her sudden change made her look more like 
Jean than ever and I felt my gut wrench.
	"Nate has ripped your car to piece's for some reason, you better get 
up and fix that roof, we're gonna be stuck here for a while."

Nathan Charles Dayspring Askani'son Summers was an interesting man, not just 
because of his long name, or because he was a mutant, or because he had a 
techno - organic virus that was only stopped from taking over his body by his 
mutant psi-powers, or even because he was from the future and was older than 
his parents.  No, he was interesting because he contained Dichlomic Nectate 
Diosys in his bloodstream.
	At least, that's what made him interesting to the Beast, and as he 
stared at the small piece of techno- organic virus he had collected from the 
man who called himself Cable (as if he didn't already have enough names) he 
couldn't help but smile.  Placing it next to the sample of techno virus he 
had collected from Xavier when he had been infected by Stryfe and looking at 
the holographic projection of the Legacy Viruses chromosonal make up, he 
laughed out loud.
	"That's right folks," he said, turning and looking at the Scientist's 
in the large medical laboratory in the heart of Washington D.C,"Mrs McCoy's 
bouncing blue boy had cured the Legacy Virus!"
	Their was a rumble of surprise, shock and disbeleif from the 
gathering of great minds, and Beast waited patiently until they quieted, then 
one stood up and pointed straight at him.
	"We've been working on this for over a year now McCoy, how do we know 
it's true?"
	Beast smiled and picked up a hypothermic needle.
	"Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce you to the concentrated, 
undiluted legacy virus, say hello, and say goodbye!" and so saying he plunged 
the needle into his arm, emptying the contents into his bloodstream, a gasp 
of shock rose up from the assembled scientists and several paled visibly, but 
Beast just laughed,"I have already taken the vaccine my good friends, the 
Dichlomic Nectate Diosys - or McCoy's general cure all as I like to call it - 
will at this very moment be breaking down the the weak chromosonal links in 
the Viruses atomic makeup, I will expell the last of the virus in my next 
waste excretion, the Legacy Virus is no more!"

	3rd part candidate Graydon Creed stood at the podium, yelling to the 
crowd about him and to millions of viewers around America, and they listened, 
taking in each word of hate he spewed about mutants.
	".....evolution is one thing, extinction is another, all mutants want 
is to live with us they say? But how long will they be willing to be our 
friends? How long till they try and destroy us? God and fate has spoken in 
the form of the Legacy Virus! Mutants everywhere pay the price for their so 
called superiority!"
	"What about MacTaggert?" screamed a voice, he was swiftly silenced by 
boos and threats of violence but Creed called for silence, he had planted the 
nay sayer himself, and now he was ready to answer.
	"Moira MacTaggert is human yes! But she had allowed herself to be 
contaminated, she spends all her time with mutants, and she had payed the 
price for treachery against the human race, so will all fall who seek to 
align themselves with the gene traitors - if God is truly with them, he will 
allow them to cure the Legacy Virus, but there is no cure......here me and 
know there is........."
	"THE LEGACY VIRUS HAS BEEN CURED!" the female's voice rocked over 
Graydon Creed's own as his microphones were taken over, his sound equipment 
overridden, all over the country, the face of Trish Trilby appeared on t.v, a 
joyous look on her face,"Yes folks, Dr Henry McCoy," her face blushed at the 
mention of her love's name,"Has discovered a cure for the Legacy Virus, 
scientists around the country has confirmed his findings, and already 
President Clinton had announced a plan to fully fund free vaccine treatments 
around the country, the following hour long program will look at the Legacy 
Viruse's first release onto this world, the panic attacks that followed, the 
scientist's long searches for a cure and the eventual discovery of the 
chemical that breaks down the Virus, we'll also be talking to sufferer's and 
familie's of victims.........."
	Graydon Creed stood non-plussed, those gathered around him stared up 
at him in shock, waiting for him to speak, and finally he did speak,"It's a 
mutant trick!" he yelled out, no longer having access to the 
microphone,"They've gotten to Clinton! Everyone is in on it, I'm the only one 
you can trust, I'll save you people from yourselves, I'm the only one who 
knows........."
	The crowd stared at him in shock, his paranoia was evident to a great 
many of them, although some still listened, then another lone voice cried 
out, one noe planted by Creed.
	"What would you know anyway? You're parents were mutants!" Everyone 
turned to stare at the fifty year old man standing alone, his eyes fiery with 
determination, he looked aorund at them all and spat on the ground,"My son is 
a mutant!" he yelled,"And I'm proud of him, damn proud, and he sure as hell 
isn't part of any conspiracy to take over the world, his time is all spent 
trying to survive bigots like you, and the worst part is, your own parents 
were mutant outlaws! Victor Creed - Sabretooth! Raven Darkholme - Mystique! 
deny it!"
	Creed stood trembling with rage at the podium, he released one white 
knuckled fist and pointed at him,"Kill him, he's one of them, he's a mutant, 
they're all mutants, everyone who is against me is a mutant!"
	The crowd turned from him in disgust, and Bobby Drake, known as the 
Ice-Man, planted among Creed's staff to learn about him, strode past him with 
a smile,"You're the freak here Creed," he said with a grin,"I'm a mutant 
myself you know?" as he spoke a pool of ice formed around Creed's feet,"And 
Trish had just televised this part of your rantings as part of her special 
about the panic spread by the Virus,"

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