Disclaimer-I do not own X-Men, movies, comics, toys, etc. Dialog and certain scenes will be used from X-Men the Last Stand.

Agricultural practice served Darwin as the material basis for the elaboration of his theory of Evolution, which explained the natural causation of the adaptation we see in the structure of the organic world. That was a great advance in the knowledge of living nature. Geneticists described evolution simply as a change in gene frequencies in populations, totally ignoring the fact that evolution consists of the two simultaneous but quite separate phenomena of adaptation and diversification.


A straight razor lies gleaming on a white sink inside of a penthouse bathroom. Also up on the sink was a rope, rubbing alcohol, a steel brush, and other strange instruments. Twelve year old Warren Worthington III was standing in front of mirror, sweating, and concentrating hard on cutting something.

He then gasped in pain when he accidentally cut his back. Biting his lip, Warren stopped and placed the kitchen knife he had in his hand on the sink with the other things and picked up a towel that already had spots on the blood on it and placed it on the cut.

Tears then slowly began to run down the young boy's face which he quickly wiped away. This whole thing wasn't going like he'd hoped. It was taking too long because he couldn't really see what he was doing.

Meanwhile, his father Warren Worthington Senior, a patrician in an expensive suit walked down the hall and saw his housekeeper, Alice approaching.

"Alice, have you seen my son?" Worthington asked.

"He's in the bathroom, Mr. Worthington." She responded as she walked past him and continued down the hall.

"Still?" He said to himself, now starting to become concerned.

He walked down the hallway and approached the bathroom door. He lightly knocked on it, and inside, Warren's head whipped around in a panic as he quickly stopped what he was doing.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Warren, what are you doing in there?"

"Nothing." Warren responded while hurrying to put the things away.

"Come on. You've been in there for over an hour." Worthington responded, really becoming worried now as he heard commotion from inside. "Open the door."

The young boy quickly scurried to hide bloodied kitchen knifes. Blood and feathers also adorned on the white, tiled floor.

"One second!"

Worthington then began to bang on the door.

"Warren!" He yelled, now becoming angry. "Open this door!"

Tears streamed down Warren's face.

"Just a second!"

But it was too late. Worthington forced the door open and rushed into the bathroom only to stop, frozen in his tracks when he saw the blood and feathers on the floor.

"Oh my god." He said to himself in horror. "Not you."

Warren looked at his dad; his bottom lip trembled for a second before he began to sob.

"Dad…I'm sorry…I tried to make it go away."

In the mirror, bloodied stumps on Warren's back mark where a pair of wings began to grow in…


It was early in the morning when Warren Worthington III, now eighteen years old woke up, sweating as he looked around the room while gasping before realizing that it was just a nightmare, the same nightmare he had rather frequently.

It was a nightmare about the day his father found out he was a mutant. Warren swung his legs over the side of the bed and and wiped the sweat from his brow.

His father, Warren Senior was the CEO of Worthington Industries. It was a metal processing company, focused on value-added steel processing and manufactured metal products, such as metal framing, automotive past-model service stampings, and metal ceiling grind systems.

They had forty four manufacturing companies worldwide, so throughout his life, Warren never had to worry about money. He lived in some of the fanciest mansions, rode in the back of limousines, and got to travel around the world with his father.

His mother died when he was only five, so his father was the only family he had. But despite the face that the two of them spent a lot of time together, Warren never really felt close to him. It was like there was something that kept the two of them from really being close, and Warren knew deep down what it was.

It was because he was a mutant.

And although his father didn't really have anything against mutants, the fact that a lot of other people did was enough. He couldn't imagine how the public or the press would react if they found out that such an important man like Warren Worthington Senior had a mutant for a son.

The two of them talked to each other a few years ago about Warren's mutation, and they agreed to keep it a secret, not to tell anyone else. And so far, they had done a good job of keeping it under wraps as they were the only two who knew about it.

Suddenly, a knocking on the door got his attention. He quickly pulled the blanket off his bed and wrapped it around himself to hide his fully grown wings as he walked over and opened the door. It turned out to be one of his father many assistance.

"Warren, your father needs to talk to you. He says it's important."

He nodded.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

After getting dressed, Warren entered his father's office and saw him talking with a woman he recognized as Dr. Kavita Rao. Worthington then looked over at his son and smiled.

"How are you son? Did you sleep alright?"

"What did you need to see me about, dad?" Warren asked, ignoring the question.

"You remember Dr. Rao, don't you?"

He looked to the doctor and nodded.

"Yeah, your company deals in pharmaceutical advancement right?"

"Yes." Kavita smiled. "We try to help people. We've created new and more advanced vaccines for sick people, and-"

"Warren, over the past year she's been developing a sore of cure…for mutants." Worthington interrupted. "And I've decided to start funding it."

Warren's brows furrowed as he looked from his dad to Kavita.

"What kind of a cure?"

"A cure that will be able to suppress the mutant X-Gene…permanently."