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Iens Tergum
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Mutant X. They belong to Marvel Studios, Tribune Entertainment and those suckers at Fire Works Production until they let them go. I do however own any and all people you don’t recognize. Don’t want to spoil it all now.

Author: Gage aka Soleil
Rating: T-MA (varies with chapters posted)

Summary: ‘What would you do if you had the chance to go back in time to prevent a major event in history from happening? Would you take it knowing that it could possibly mean the end of your life? Or risk the beginning of a safe future for others?’

Warnings: Mild Violence/Adult Content (If I think of anything else it shall be posted)

A/N: This is one of those stories that I wrote a while back but stopped posting because RL got in the way. I started re-writing it yesterday and thought why not archive it here?



The night sky seems to stretch on for eternity. There had been no bright moon to shed light on this forsaken graveyard of a city tonight. No shiny stars to wish upon, to mark their way to the heavens. If such a place even existed anymore.

The young lady sighed wearily to herself, as she stood high up on the hill. Glancing over the torn up streets, she thought that there would be no light for anyone else ever again.

The young survivor was dressed in torn dark loose-fitting jeans, held up by a black belt. A tight sleeveless black top with visible rips across the stomach. An old brown duster that hung down her legs. Old Black combat boots, the laces ragged. Her shoulder length dark hair tied in a thick braid. Shades covered the dark pools that were her eyes. Her jaw set making her round face seem grim. Strange fingerless gloves with a Metallic Patches on the back covered both her hands.


As she looked out across the plane that she had once been brave enough to call home, an unsettling feeling overcame her. Deep in the walls of her stomach the muscles grew tight. This place had once held so much hope for her, a fresh start for her and her family.

Now it was nothing but ruble. Over the years the land had wilted away to nothing. As had the hope of ever being free from the monstrosity that had created this nightmarish, scorched abandoned world you now see. As a result of the carefully planned attacks, bombings, the great buildings that once stood here with vehement pride, were long gone. Very little remained of the old structures on what was to believe to be a street. Shards of walls stood up just barley, rusted cars that had not been used for spar parts laid littered on the roads. Trees that had once been beautiful and green had either been cut down or burned to ashes.

In the years of the small but chaotic war, people had either divided in the outlands or had band together in the fight against the monster known only as the Master. Those who had been careless enough to get caught they had been turned into the Drone Mines. The Droners were a group that killed for bounties, normally they would hunt for their own, but years ago they had been hired to capture those who had not been loyal to the ‘Master’. It is said that those they captured were turned into mindless zombies, called Miners that now roamed the land. They were usually programmed to pick up civilians that were caught on said land, nothing more. But lately that had changed something was different. Lately they had begun to hunt people down…

No matter the origin.

Mutant or Mortal.


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"CH2: New Mutants were a rarity in this time".