The Escape
3:00 am EST Somewhere in  Hills of Southern Georgia....



Mister Sinister, aka Doctor Milbury, goes over four sets of calculations again, reviewing the multitude of ways that chromosomes can pair, split and change before offering the genetic traits that will blend together to become a person. The first set he reviews has given him Cassidy Summers, his original weapon to unite mutants and crush his opposition with. The next three sequences are slight changes he could make to improve on Cassidy's power while culling out that independent streak all Summerses seem to exhibit. It seems a shame to waste a creation like the boy, but at this juncture, Sinister recognizes that he has the time to start again.

He's still got more than enough material from the boy's parents to create an army of Cassidys. That makes his decision, while unpalatable, easy. He presses a button on the intercom on his desk.

"Ruckus, Slab....you two have earned some leisure time. Kill the boy." Sinister says, releasing the button. Several minutes later, there is the sound of yelling, and the a loud BOOM but Sinister thinks nothing of it. His children are at play. He returns to studying the chromosomal pairs and sequences, and is about to add his own notes when blinking light on his desk catches his eye.

The silent alarm in Sector Three winks at him, and a deep frown forms on the geneticist's face. Sector Three is a restricted zone. The only people who can get in there are himself and Cassidy. And anyone who's already that far would have to have gotten past security, the automated defenses and the rest of the Nasty Boys. The only people who are capable of that feat should already be inside this base. 

"So, you've come back, have you? After all this time, you've come to reclaim your birthright, it seems--"

The screens with the genetic mapping begin to warp and distort, before the images begin vanishing from his screens bit by bit. He looks down to the console and barks out a command.

Access Denied.

What? Impossible. He tries again.

Access Denied. Data upload 10%.....25%.......50%...


"No! You can't do this! This is my life's work. This is everything I have I have worked centuries to achieve! You can't take this from me!" he yells.  Another light blinks. The locks on the test subjects cells have all been disabled, along with the inhibitor collars. The sounds of crashing and explosions ring out atop the yelling in the deep of night.

As if in reply, a new message pops up on the screen.

Your age has ended, Nathaniel Essex. You have have been weighed, measured, and found wanting. A new day has come.

My day.

"I created you! I can destroy you like anything else I've created!" he rages. "You won't best me!"

He tries to counteract the data theft, but it's already too late. Every shred of material he had at this location, and two of his satellites is just gone. No matter. As long as he has the physical samples, he can rebuild. The Nasty Boys will quell the riots, right after they dispatch--

"Oh, no...no, no, no, no!" he screams. He hits the button on the intercom to Cassidy's room, but only static comes across.

"Ruckus, Slab! Answer me! Don't speak to the boy! Don't make any noise!" he says.

Another message appears on the monitor as a dull, reverberating roar shakes the complex to its core. The sound grows louder and Sinister doesn't need to be told what the sound is. He just knows; after all, he did create it.

That is the sound of inevitability. He would have escaped anyway, and killed you in the bargain. The Summers family and ours are meant to destroy each other. But perhaps I can add a new dimension to our conflict before the end. I will remember your lessons.

Goodbye, Father.

The screen goes black.

Sinister barely has time to let out one last, anguished roar as his complex explodes around him.