There was a thick fog roiling over Alcatraz by the time Warren managed to make it back to the island. A thick fog, broken only by the occasional burst of fire, like something large and heavy was being thrown and then hit, over and over again with gouts of flame.

Fog. Not exactly Warren's best friend, when he needed to come in and land. Karla was ( Read more... )

Warren Worthington, Jr. was a lot of things. The owner of a wildly successful company, the developer of the first ever cure for the X-gene, and obscenely rich.

( Today, he was also horribly nervous... )

The flight to San Francisco had gone more or less smoothly, really. Hell, it had been downright quiet, except for the phone call that Karla had made back while they were still somewhere over Nebraska. Warren had gone pretty quiet from there. The amount of yelling that he could hear from the other end of the phone had been almost as unsettling as ( Read more... )

Warren didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be here. But this was exactly what he'd wanted all along, wasn't it? Everything about this had scared him half to death, when he'd first learned that he was a mutant, and now there was a cure, something that his father had tossed himself into wholly for the past ten years. Taking the cure now only ( Read more... )