*The following thread is a closed fanfic by Jinx and Cardinal. Rating is FR:18. All comments or questions can be posted in the Black Horizon discussion thread. Aside from their own original characters, any other characters used in the story such as the X-men, Apocalypse, Iron Man, Nick Fury, and so forth are the property of Marvel Comics.*
A|ssassinations
Michael Snow started his day as he always had in the past: he got up at 6 AM on the dot and retrieved the morning paper from the hedges next to his front door, cursed the paper boy’s terrible aim, and then proceeded to read the news over a cup of coffee and glazed donuts. Not exactly a heart healthy meal, but that was of little concern to someone who knew how his life would play out…or at least he thought so. You see, Snow had a special gift as a result of being born with the X-gene. Michael Snow was a mutant with the ability to predict the immediate future. The only problem he could ascertain with his power was that it required some sort of event on a larger than personal scale, affecting more than just his own life. At one point in time he actually gave in to the assumption that maybe he controlled the weather itself, but that would be crazy, right? No one could have that kind of power…could they? This was why he became a meteorologist…. and Michael was never wrong.
Snow quickly became a rising star on the Channel 7 News. Job offers poured in on a weekly basis from other networks, colleges, and research facilities. He turned them down because in his eyes this was where he felt he could do the most good. Regardless of the power he held, Snow was a good guy. News commentators and columnists had even gone as far as saying that numerous people owe their lives to Snow’s accurate weather forecasting. All of his past achievements would soon be overshadowed, though, by a single prediction that would forever ring synonymous with the very mention of his name. That evening Michael Snow forecasted the end of the world:
“The sky shall break…and the veil will be lifted from eyes of many…but not before some pass from this life. The shadow outstretches its hands, unrelenting and without mercy. A viscous black draws itself against everything venerated and loved. You will cry out for a shield and War shall answer…. the drawn sword shall begot Pestilence…seek to be sated, and Famine will wither your very soul…embrace Death as it will be the only peace granted. It begins..”
Christina Walters left the Senate early the following afternoon. She needed time to think…to clear her head because tomorrow she would be presenting a bill that would be the most important piece of legislature that she would ever draft in her career as a U.S. Senator. Walters was a strong supporter for the fair treatment and equal representation of mutants under the law. Though not one herself, her passion manifested through the close friendship she held with mutant rights advocate, Professor Charles Xavier.
She had poured so much of her character and ideals into the bill that it literally felt like an extension of herself and like any other part of her body if lost, she would feel its death deeply. She and co-author, Senator Paul Lewis, believed in the purity of America regardless of the prejudice and bigotry that existed within its society. Knowing this, together they had worked as hard revising the bill and preparing themselves as they had drafting it. The opposition would be strong and so, their argument would have to be ever the more convincing. Each page would be as a chisel against the walls of fear and hate.
Now she was tired…tired of the politics…the arguing…the bare survival as others attempted to devour you and your support. She sat on her knees in the garden she loved so much, trying to clear her head, strengthen her resolve, and to find a sense of peace in the tranquility of manual work. She did find peace, but not through any sort of personal endeavor. Between the hours of 4 and 5 pm Senator Christina S. Walters would be brutally slain. The only evidence of the assailant would be in the form of a blood red piece of cloth found clutched in her right hand as she lay face down amongst her rose bushes. Her Secret Service detail would have no answer as to how this could have occurred. Around the same time Senator Paul Lewis would be found in similar fashion in his pool. Investigators would at first assume anti-mutant sentiment, but that would change when mutant opposition/superhero registration leader Senator Krugar Waitts would also share a similar fate…
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