Disclaimer-I do not own X-Men movies, comics, shows, etc. This is a sequel to my previous story X-Men: The Hope Serum. INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN-NIGHT-(OVERHEAD SHOT) The world's most famous arena was being filled into by ATTENDANTS for tonight's entertainment. On the front of the building a glossy photo of 'The Golden Age of Circus' hung. INT. PARKING GARAGE A silver Mercedes AMG and a red Dodge Charger parked next to each other. The doors of the Mercedes opened and out stepped LOGAN, ORORO MUNROE, WARREN WORTHINGTON III, and KITTY PRYDE. LOGAN: Explain to me again why we couldn't have just gotten a burger and a few beers? ORORO: They aren't old enough to drink. LOGAN: That's my point. We could have just dropped them off. ORORO: Come on, give it a chance. LOGAN: I think the parking spaces cost more than the damn tickets. WARREN: How would you know? My dad got us the tickets. KITTY: You two stop, this will be fun. Tonight other people get to be the freaks for a change. ORORO: Kitty. KITTY: I'm just saying. The doors of the Dodge then opened and BOBBY DRAKE, ROGUE, PITOR RASPUTIN, and JUBILATION LEE got out. The eight of them then walked together. BOBBY: I can't believe we're actually doing something normal tonight. PITOR: Tell me about it. These Danger Room sessions are wiping me out. Ororo smiled. ORORO: Well, Logan and I both agreed that you deserve it. You've all done extremely well. PITOR: Thank you, Ms. Munroe. ORORO: I told you that you can call me Ororo for now on. PITOR: Sorry, old habits. JUBILEE: Speaking of Danger Room sessions, when am I going to get the chance to train with you guys? ROGUE: Trust me, Jubilee. It's not as fun as you might think. BOBBY: Listen to Rogue. We just our first session at level eight a week ago. I'm still sore from it. JUBILEE: Still, I want to start training so I can be on the team. To fight with you guys. LOGAN: You just graduated kid, take it slow. You'll get your chance. Tell you what, tomorrow I'll start you on the beginners level. JUBILEE: You mean it? LOGAN: Sure. JUBILEE: Excellent! INT. DRESSING ROOM Dressed in a red tuxedo and black top hat, THE RINGMASTER stood in front of his performers as they got ready. Amongst them was STRONG GUY, a man whose body was disproportionately large and over-muscled. WOLFSBANE, a teenage girl who could transform into a wolf. PIXIE, another teenage girl who had colorful wings that allowed her to fly. DOUBLE-HEADER was a mutant who had two heads. LONGSHOT, a younger man that was an expert with bladed weapons and could manipulate probability. Last but not least was DAZZLER, an attractive young woman with the ability to convert sound into light beams of various forms and intensity. RINGMASTER: The show is about to begin. Is everyone ready? DAZZLER: We were born ready, babe. RINGMASTER: Now that's the attitude. Where is our newest member? PIXIE: I'm sure he'll be here any second. He's a teleporter right? Before the Ringmaster could answer he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the hallway. INT. HALLWAY FRED DUKES, a mutant that stood six-foot eight, five hundred and fifty pounds pushed him against the wall. FRED: You owe me some money. RINGMASTER: We'll talk about this later, Blob. FRED: No. If I don't get paid upfront, then I don't go out there. RINGMASTER: If you don't perform, than you'll be fired! FRED: So that's how it's going to be? RINGMASTER: Yeah, that's how it's going to be. Throw your weight around somewhere else. Fred narrowed his eyes as the Ringmaster walked off. Just then Longshot joined him in the hallway. FRED: It's time we took over this operation. LONGSHOT: Just say the word. I've got about a dozen guys waiting in the wings. INT. ARENA Once the crowd had settled in their seats the lights go down and a spotlight appears in the center ring. Holding a microphone, the Ringmaster walked in and addressed the crowd. RINGMASTER: Ladies and gentleman, children of all ages! I give to you the Golden Age of Circus! Everyone looked up in amazement as Pixie came flying in, throwing her pixie dust into the air. Double-Header was next as entered with two torches in hand. One head turned to the left, the other to the right as he breathed fire. The show continued on with Wolfsbane standing in front of a giant piece of plywood while Longshot threw different kinds of knives at her. The audience gasped with each throw as they just missed the teenage girl. Dazzler wowed the crowd with her different kinds of lights before Blob came out. RINGMASTER: The unmovable Blob! Strong Guy took a running start before tackling him with all his might. Blob didn't move an inch. Longshot then took out a shotgun and fired blanks which simply bounced off his stomach as he laughed. The Ringmaster took to the mic again. RINGMASTER: And now ladies and gentleman, I give you...the Incredible Nightcrawler! The spotlight swings up high, near the ceiling, where stands NIGHTCRAWLER. His tail protrudes from the back of his red and black costume. He waves to the audience, then leaps to the swing in the center of the tent. The group of eight, his former teammates began clapping and whistling upon seeing him. RINGMASTER: Remove the nets! Several crew members took the nets away. Nightcrawler took a deep breath, and swings from one swing to the next. He grabs a third with his tail, then swings upward. He falls, fast, nearly hitting the ground. BAMF! The audience gasps as he disappears, then applauds as he reappears on the platform from which he started, bowing deeply. A deep smile came over Ororo's face as she clapped. Just then, Longshot looked to Blob and nodded. About a dozen men with ski-masks then entered the arena with guns. The audience screamed as they fired warning shots into the air. Blob then walked to the Ringmaster and knocked him out with a single punch. He then grabbed the microphone. BLOB: Listen up people! Show's over! We want your money and jewelry! Hand it over peacefully and you won't get hurt! A half of dozen men in ski masks then made their way into the audience with guns pointed as the snatched people's wallets, purses and other belongings. DAZZLER: Fred, what the hell are you doing!? Longshot pulled out a large knife and pointed it at her. LONGSHOT: Shut up! You all stay back! The group of mutants did what they were told as back in the audience the kids looked to Logan and Ororo who motioned for them to get up. LOGAN: Let's go. Warren shook his head as they all crouched as low as they could. WARREN: I knew this was going too well. But just then, one of Blob's men swung the spotlight over to them. BLOB: What's this? Some people think they can get away? The group spun around as several guys began approaching them on both sides. Suddenly, Pitor metaled up and punched one of the men, knocking him out cold. Bobby quickly froze the steps, making the men coming up after them tumble back down. Blob smirked when he saw it. BLOB: (Con't) Other mutants, huh? Kitty grabbed a hold of Warren when she saw another guy coming at them and they phased through the steps down to the ground below. Warren gasped. WARREN: Don't ever do that again. Kitty rolled her eyes. KITTY: Whatever. Back on the steps, Ororo punched one of the men, before being grabbed by someone else. Before he could get a chance to do anything- BAMF! Nightcrawler teleported her out of harms way, all the way up to the platform near the ceiling. NIGHTCRAWLER: Are you alright? ORORO: I'm fine. NIGHTCRAWLER: What's going on? Meanwhile, Logan was trying to go the floor to go after Blob when he was hit by something sharp in the back of the neck causing him to yell out in anger at the unexpected painful impact. Reaching behind him, he pulled a Chinese throwing star from his neck. Spinning around, he saw Longshot smirking at him as he got ready to throw more. LOGAN: Nice shot, bub. Want to try again? LONGSHOT: Certainly. I never miss. Longshot threw another. SNIKT! Logan sliced it away as he ran forward. Longshot backed away as he threw another only to get it sliced away again. Quickly pulling out two daggers, Longshot blocked as Logan threw a clawed right hand at him and stabbed him in the ribcage. Before he could stab him again, Jubilee ran at them and began shocking Longshot with her 'fireworks'. It blinded Longshot and threw him off guard long enough for Logan to recover, grab a hold of him and headbutt him with his adamantium skull, knocking him out. Logan cracked his neck as he looked to Jubilee. LOGAN: Thanks kid. JUBILEE: I'm apart of the team now, right? LOGAN: No. An angry Blob then stomped his way towards Warren and Kitty and cracked his knuckles. BLOB: So, some mutie kids ruined my plans. I'm going to teach you both a lesson you'll never forget. KITTY: Muties? Are you kidding me? No one could be such an enormous fatass without being a mutant! Warren touched her shoulder. WARREN: Whoa, down girl. BLOB: What the hell did you say to me! Blob then charged at Kitty and phased right through her. KITTY: Oh, gross! Warren quickly peeled off his shirt and extended his wings. He wrapped his arms around Kitty's waist and took off into the air as Blob came back around and charged at them again. Back in the stands, Pitor, Bobby, and Rogue were fighting off the rest of Blob's men. Rogue's eyes widened when she saw one of them point their gun straight at Bobby's head. ROGUE: Bobby watch out! Bobby spun around but tripped over his own feet and ended up tumbling down the stairs. Rogue then ripped off a glove and lunged forward, grabbing the man's arm. The horrible feeling of draining someone's life force then went through Rogue as the man dropped to the ground. Blob came at the fallen teenager as Bobby staggered his way back to his feet. Nightcrawler then teleported onto Blob's back and covered his eyes with his three-fingered hands. NIGHTCRAWLER: Peek-a-boo! Blob reached up and tossed Nightcrawler away as a strong wind whipped around them all. Storm came down from the top of the arena, her eyes burn white as she manipulates the weather around her. The wind pummels Blob, threatening to move him. As the wind continued to pelt him, he grimaces, but remains firmly planted in place. BLOB: Nothing...moves...the Blob! Storm then strengthens the winds as much as she possibly can. Slowly, Blob lifts a half an inch off the ground. It is enough. The wind sends him flying a few feet away before crashing to the ground. STORM: Bobby freeze him! Bobby extended his hands, and ice restrains Blob to the ground. Storm landed on the ground, visibly strained. STORM: (Con't) Well, that's that. As the eight of them gathered together, they were approached by the group of circus mutants. PIXIE: Wow, that was amazing. ROGUE: The same could be said about you. WOLFSBANE: Yeah but, we could never do that. BOBBY: Are you guys treated good? STRONG GUY: Yeah. I don't know what their problem was. He looked back at Blob who continued to curse in his ice-restraints. NIGHTCRAWLER: Sorry you didn't get to see the whole show. ORORO: It's okay Kurt, it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who sorry. I know this is the type of thing you were trying to get away from. They all then heard the sound of sirens approaching. LOGAN: We need to get out of here. NIGHTCRAWLER: Need a hand? LOGAN: It'd be nice. The eight of them of them gathered around their former teammate and each took a hold of him. NIGHTCRAWLER: Hold on tight. BAMF! INT. LOG CABIN-CANADA-FOLLOWING DAY SCOTT SUMMERS was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked very disheveled as he hadn't shaven in weeks. His hair had grown longer and his skin was pale. He continued to just sit there and stare at the floor when suddenly he heard a voice; JEAN: (V.O) Scott. Scott looked around the room. JEAN: (V.O) Scott...can you hear me? SCOTT: Jean? INT. ALKALI LAKE In his mind's eye he sees Jean at Alkali Lake, drowning. JEAN: (V.O) Scott! The lake parts slightly. JEAN: (V.O) I'm still here... INT. LOG CABIN Scott shook his head, as though shaking the thoughts away. His cell phone then rang. He dug into his pocket for it and reluctantly answered the call. SCOTT: Hello? VOICE: Scott. INT. XAVIER INSTITUTE-XAVIER'S OFFICE PROFESSOR CHARLES XAVIER sat in his office, talking to Scott on speaker-phone as Logan and Ororo were also in the room and could listen in on the conversation. XAVIER: I think it's time for you to come home, Scott. You've been at that log cabin for three months now. SCOTT: (O.S) I can't leave Professor. XAVIER: You left here so you could take some time to properly grieve, than move on with your life. You've only made things worse for yourself. INT. LOG CABIN SCOTT: She keeps calling to me. She's alive, Professor. Jean is alive. And she's coming back any time now. I have to be here when that happens. XAVIER: (O.S) Jean is not communicating with you, Scott. She's gone. Jean is dead. SCOTT: You don't understand, we share a psychic bond. I don't know how, but Jean is alive! XAVIER: (O.S) Scott, you cannot keep doing this to yourself! Scott then got up and threw his cell phone against the wall causing it to break into pieces. INT. XAVIER'S OFFICE Xavier shook his head as he looked to Logan and Ororo, both seemed uncomfortable after listening to that. XAVIER: So you see, he refuses to leave. He's convinced that Jean is still alive. ORORO: What can we do? XAVIER: We need to go up to Alkali Lake. Get him to come back with us. LOGAN: What if he won't do that? XAVIER: Than I'll make him. Both Logan and Ororo looked at each other, a little taken aback by the Professor's statement. XAVIER: (Con't) Normally, I would never... He took a deep breath. XAVIER: But I care too much for Scott to let him continue to do this to himself. I refuse to lose him like I lost Jean. Not when there's something I can do this time. ORORO: Okay. I'll get the jet ready. INT. DEPARTMENT OF MUTANT AFFAIRS-WASHINGTON D.C HENRY MCCCOY stepped into the building taking a quick glance at his STAFF MEMBERS at their desks, all on the phone. There was a lot of commotion, same as any other day. Some of them still looked at him strange, but Hank was use to the stare. Hank then looked to the flatscreen mounted on the center of the left wall. It was broadcasting the events of yesterday in which PRESIDENT MCKENNA added mutants to anti-discrimination laws. It was a big victory for the mutant community. By this time, the chief member of his staff, CAROL DANVERS, an attractive blonde mutant with several different abilities came up to him. CAROL: Hank, there appears to be a situation. HANK: What is it? CAROL: We were informed that down in Florida a Trask Enterprises truck was attacked last night by a mutant and a shipment it was carrying stolen. Several witnesses have been interviewed and security tapes are being reviewed as we speak. HANK: That's good, Carol. Very good. CAROL: As you know, the department of defense is going to think that Magneto was responsible. HANK: Ah yes, the usual suspect. Well, it's highly likely that he was behind it. Is there anything else I should know? CAROL: Secretary Creed is waiting for you in your office. Hank sighed. HANK: Thanks for the head's up. INT. HENRY'S OFFICE Sitting in one of the chairs across from the desk was the Secretary of Defense, GRAYDON CREED. Hank opened the door and walked into the room, taking off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. HANK: Graydon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? If it's about the Trask Enterprise truck, Carol just informed me of it. The other man stood up. GRAYDON: It's not only that, Secretary McCoy. I've come to let you know that a convoy that was holding two mutant prisoners was attacked last night. They escaped and four federal agents were killed. HANK: I told you that keeping mutant prisoners mobile was a bad idea. GRAYDON: Well is case you haven't noticed Hank, we're having a hard time trying to figure out what to do with these animals. And with your agency always breathing down our necks about not being too harsh with them we're running low on ideas. HANK: So what do you suggest? GRAYDON: A strong facility, maybe on some kind of island, not easy to access- HANK: That's been tried already. Remember Alcatraz? GRAYDON: Not this time. We'll be one step ahead. Graydon bent down to pick up a suitcase. He opened it up and took out what looked to be a blue, metallic collar. GRAYDON: This was what was stolen from the truck down in Florida. It's called a mutant inhibitor collar. HANK: A what? GRAYDON: Something Trask Enterprises designed. Through electronic means, the collar prevents a particular being from consciously using their mutation, successfully neutralizing them. I brought this for you to examine. He then handed Hank the collar. HANK: Of course. I'll have to see what effect it has on a mutant's well-being. GRAYDON: It doesn't harm the wearer, it just renders them powerless. He then handed Hank a remote. GRAYDON: (Con't) The only way to get it off once it's placed on is by pressing this button on the remote. HANK: Thank you. GRAYDON: So what are you doing about Magneto? And his associates, Mystique, Sabretooth... HANK: We're actively pursuing all leads. GRAYDON: I'll bet. HANK: We are. Magneto has sort of went off the radar over the last few months. The convoy attack sounds like him, we'll look more into that. But with what happened in Florida, he can't be in two places at once. Graydon then turned to leave. He opened the door and looked back at Hank one last time. GRAYDON: My department and I are getting impatient. If you don't take the necessary steps in catching this guy, we will. HANK: It's not a competition Graydon. You know that Magneto doesn't stay quiet for very long. When he makes his move, we'll be there to apprehend him. GRAYDON: No, we will be there to apprehend him, not a group of mutant vigilantes. You tell the X-Men to stay out of it. Right after Graydon left, Hank took a seat at his desk and began looking over the mutant inhibitor. Just then, Carol stuck her head in. CAROL: How'd it go? HANK: About how you'd expect. So, do you find out anymore about the tunnels? CAROL: Yes. I've found the blueprints for them. HANK: Great. Carol brought them in with her and unrolled the blueprints on his desk for Hank do take a look at. Tunnels that were beneath several different states that were currently being occupied by the MORLOCKS. CAROL: Apparently they've been living underground for years now. Coming up every so often to steal food and medical supplies. But from what we've gathered, no violent crimes can be attributed to them. HANK: The government is prepared to offer them safe space in a sanctuary city in exchange for their corporation in leaving those tunnels. CAROL: Who's going to negotiate with them? HANK: You're looking at him. CAROL: It's not a good idea to go down there alone, we have no idea of how many live in those tunnels. You're going to need some help. Hank smiled HANK: I think I know just the right people.