Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, featuring characters I invented. This isnīt really an X-Men story per se since the X-Men doesnīt appear in it or are even mentioned except in the most suble of ways.
It is, however, a story that takes place in the MU, or at the very least, in a twisted and perverted cousin of the MU, anyway. I am making no money out of this, and wrote the story purely for the readers and my own amusement, so you neednīt sue.
NIGHT OF THE HUNTERS
The Hunters came with the first snow, dressed in garb that blended unnaturally well with the
black trees adorned by white frost. We knew that they would come one day.
They were the Hunters, and they always came for people like us.
People who were different.
Grandma had told us stories about them, how they had hunted her and mommy and daddy
in the old place where they had lived before I was born.
I asked mommy about the old place once, but she said she didnīt want to remember.
So I guess maybe the old place was a bad place to live, and thatīs why mommy and daddy
didnīt want to live there anymore. Anyway, after they had escaped the Hunters they came here,
and here mommy and daddy and grandma lived, hiding from the Hunters.
Always hiding.
There was a time when I didnīt really belive in the Hunters, or daddyīs stories how they had
eyes in the sky that could see you even in the dark, and how they travel through the sky, or how
they could kill you from a long way away.
You must be wondering who I am, my name is Charlie, or Charles, but only grandma calls me that.
Mommy used to say that I was named after someone important but I donīt know who.
The Hunters came with the first snow, and I and mommy was talking to grandma in the
cabin and daddy was out gathering wood.
Then daddy came in crashing through the door screaming at mommy that the Hunters were
coming, and that we had to run away.
Mommy started to cry.
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