When was the last time you were afraid? Worried? Traumatized? Was it a year ago? Week? Or maybe just now? For Nathan Willow, this feeling is constant and is not limited to just his mind. No, that would be mercy. This is a story of a man who becomes a bitter reflection of both humans and mutants alike, because how can one trust in human-mutant cooperation when feeling everyone's hatred through fear? This is my second-ever fanfiction. Please bear in mind that English is not my first language. Because I respect everyone's time, I indicated this is a male OC x Madelyne Pryor story. Eventually. The story will start before the events of the X-Men 97'. There can also be some AU divergences/changes related to characters or settings. This story is for mature readers only. It will contain violence, gore, sensitive topics, and smut.
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