Prologue

Dressed in black, eyes hidden with tented sunglasses, the girl bit her lip from the ungodly smell that digusted the place she had once called home. Her figure hidden under a large black rain coat as she stood in the Xavier Institute, well, it's burning to the ground now. She slipped her hands out of her jacket pockets, revealing a light-weighted recording and placing it on an untouched desk in Professor X's office. The cries from outside had run through her ears, she didn't have time to daydream. The girl turned to the window as only a haunted symbol of what the world will be, she pressed her filthy hand against the window with a soft sorrow smile against her lips.

The door opened with a slight loud thud, her eyes turning to a man who was dressed in black tights and a yellow X armor across his chest. His eyes were covered with one outline yellow and inside light red, his voice shouting, "Don't move!" The girl only turned, watching his hand lift up towards his one shades as a light beam poured out, but halt as it waited for its master to command its attacks. "Who are you?" The girl in the slick shadows only stared at him with an utter shame.

"I know who you are Scott Summers," the voice from the girl seemed to dip out from shouts outside. The flames reached higher and higher, "And you know me. Take a close look because your future is about to change." The boy opened his lips, but only closed them. The girl only walked two steps forward, away from the window as the hot air seemed to drip down water down her face. "Listen to the voice on the tape, it will tell you what to do," The girl glanced down at his feet, back at his face and smiled, "It was nice to see you once more."

Scott Summers screamed out to her with several hundred questions but it was too late. The girl dressed in drenched black long jacket had disappeared with the dark gray smoke that hung in his lungs. "How do you know me?" He repeated again, screaming at the top of his lungs before he began to cough from the thickness of the smoke. Nothing remained, but the record against the desk. Scott brushed his short brown hair back with his right fingertips, heading towards the desk and picked it up, pressing with his left index finger against the red button that looked like a triangle. The recorder was small rectangle device with symbol buttons on a radio. Loud sounds escape the recording, a man out of breath, breathing heavily against the machine, and screams of terror echoed through the burning room. "If anyone is listening, this is Scott Summers and-" The voice was cut off by a louder foot stomp that caused the man's voice to thin out.

Scott's mind was blown, how could there be two Scott Summers? He was still here, still a young teenager. The man on the recorder seemed much older than the one now, a deep voice, and kind of scratchy too. "-I don't have much time. For those who are listening, you are from my past, and I am from you-your future. Don't trust anyone. By the time you hear this, everything has fallen into place. The world for us as we know has ended and new life won't been by light." He caught his breath once more, and even cleared his throat. "Something will happen April 30, what is it, I can't say, but trust me. I know this better than you do. Stay away fro—" The voice on the recording screamed in pain before it clicked.