Dawn of Mutants I. - The Agency

#1 - The File

The Dawn of Mutants is a trilogy, this is the first part: „The Agency". This a new reimagined version of X-Men by Marvel Comics.

You can expect new and reimagined:

- characters and backstories

- mutant powers

- stories

What you won't see:

- Clones

- Alien races

- Magic

- Time travel

Warning:

- there are a few popular X-Men, who won't be appear at all, or they will have a small role

- be patient: this is a more than 200-pages long trilogy with more than 60 chapters, some things will reveal only at the end of story

- this is my first fanfiction in English (the translation of my original „Mutánsok hajnala" story in Hungarian language), so I might have mistakes

Comments and messages are welcomed, I'll answer to all of them!

#1 – The File

„Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward."

London, March 2019

It was a Wednesday morning. The rain was pouring quietly. The people of London were in rush as usual. Someone has been watching them from the sixth floor of an office building.

„Common men... they spend their whole lifes in a treadwheel! Horrible!" – thought Martin Long.

Martin Long was a 24 years old young man with short brown hair, who managed to escape from his boring life from the eastern half of the european continent. Unfortunately his life as an office worker was also very boring. But he had a programme in the evening: a lecture of a famous psychologist.

In the evening the main lecture hall of the University of London was full of curious young people. Martin was there of course. He was a little bit outsider becouse he wasn't a psychologist student like the others. A beautiful young girl sat next to him with very long red hair, and looked at him suspiciously.

„This is a public lecture, I have the right to sit here" – thought Martin. The girl gave a sigh.

A small and plump middle-aged man entered the lecture hall. He was Sir Andrew Lockheed, the Rector of the University of London. He paddled to the lectern, smiled, than started to speak:

„I welcome you all today evening in this lecture hall! We have a very special guest. He is a perfect gentleman despite the fact that he is American" – he laughed – „I'm honoured to call him as my friend. The pioneer of the 21st century psychology, the modern apostle of psychology, dear students, please welcome Professor Charles Xavier!"

A bald man walked to the lectern. He was in his mid-sixties, his captivating personality could be felt even before he started to speak. He smiled, than started his lecture:

„Good evening, dear colleagues! Sir Andrew a little bit exaggerated my achievments: I'm not an apostle, I can't do magic, and I'm not even a telepath!"