X Men: Night of the Living Brain Dead 
        by 
       Ben Church  
       All characters are the property of Marvel Comics.  
     Except for Hotshot, he's  mine.   
    
        Prologue  
        Vermont  
       "DIE MUTIE DIE."  The words would hang in Will's 
    memory forever.  "DIE MUTIE DIE."  Light from a 
    nearby street lamp lit up his tear and blood streaked face.   
       His clothes were burned and scorched from the fire, 
    but his short blond hair was not the least bit singed.  
    Nor was  his skin burned.  He had suffered no physical 
    damage from the fire whatsoever.  But  the emotional 
     scars would be a long time healing. "DIE MUTIE DIE."  
    Each heartbeat sent waves of white hot pain through  what 
    was left of his left eye, and sent more blood out through 
    the rest of his wounds as well. 
       "DIE MUTIE DIE."  Somehow they had found out about him. 
       "But I was so careful." he thought.  "How could they 
    have found out?"  Somehow, somewhere he had slipped, and 
    someone had seen him use his power.  And now his parents were dead. 
       "DIE MUTIE DIE."  Will thought hard about where he could go. 
    No one  knew he was a Mutant.  He decided that this best 
     bet was his Grandparents.  If he could make it that far.   
       Then, a silent, foreboding man dressed all in purple stepped 
    out of the alley before him.  His entire body was covered in 
    purple cloth.  Only a tinted visor for his eyes broke the pattern.  
    Will stared  in surprise for a moment.  Who was this man and what 
    did he want?  He decided it was nothing good.   He tried to run, 
    but his legs buckled.  He was too weak from his injuries to escape.  
    He saw the man come towards him as he blacked out.