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Humans seem simple. Mutants seem complicated. To humans, mutants are like gods. To mutants, humans don't understand the responsibility of power.

In a world where half of the global population is made up of mutants, a myth becomes reality. One that has been passed down through the generations of mankind, human and mutant alike.

It's always the most simple things that are complicated.

(Revised Edition)
(The universe in this book will be the basis of stories to come. There are sectors of mutants within themselves, like vampires, elementals and such. However, I don't wish to cram it all into one book. Hence this book hopes to explore mutants as a whole, and in particular, this myth that has become reality.)

The Mutant Siren

     It is said that the night life of a city is what defines it. The lights illuminated the street in the night sky. Hotels, casinos, even the occasional brothel had neon signs that would put the sun to shame. A taxi slowly made its way down the alleyways of Los Angeles and pulled to a stop outside a fancy hotel.


A woman, dressed for a night out, stepped out of the taxi and paid the fare. A grand hotel soared above her head, bearing the Gold Inc. logo. In heels that were almost impossible to walk in, she stepped through the lobby and received a key from the receptionist.


She took the lift to a floor of exotic suites, then knocked on Room 150. A man with beautifully tanned skin and a sleek mohawk answered the door.


The woman nodded, then he moved over to allow her in.


The room had an opulent view of the city below. Expensive chocolate sat on a table alongside a bottle of Dom Perignon. Another man got up from an armchair in the corner and joined the mohawk guy in the centre of the room. They walked over to Arianna who had taken it upon herself to sample the luxurious arm chair.


"So is this where we agree 'payment', right? I entertain you somehow?", she quipped.


The mohawk man corrected her, "No no. In fact, we were hoping to entertain you. You'll have to forgive us, it's the only business we know."


"It's fine. I appreciate that. In fact, I'm a woman of culture. Passing up a show with 2 hot men? You must be crazy."


Crossing her legs, she took her sunglasses off to reveal very strange eyes. They were hazel in colour but her irises were slotted. Almost similar to a snake.


"How much are you looking for?", she began to bargain.


The guys looked puzzled and somewhat embarrassed. "We're not asking for more than 200...?", the other guy from the chair questioned.


"You both look capable of a good show. I would definitely like to see what you have to offer. Not to mention, I've never been with two guys before. So...".


She reached into her bag and took out a small roll of bills.


"I'm paying $1000. For the show and the extras."


Surprised that she was taking such an interest, the strippers almost couldn't hide their glee as they accepted the cash roll. On second glance, they did have a lucky client. That sexy build, busty figure, not to mention snake eyes. Which meant a mutant for sure. These boys really had struck the jackpot. The mohawk guy put the cash in a dish then dimmed the lights.


The room was almost dark and all that was visible were outlines. Arianna felt electrified by the mysterious atmosphere. She wondered if she should have paid these boys more. The sound of clothes hitting the ground was the only sound to be heard. No voices. No other sound. Not even breathing. Arianna then felt something. She could feel someone breathing down her neck hungrily. There was a shuffle of footsteps then the cold sensation of fingertips on the other side of her neck. Her guard was almost non-existent. 


Payback...