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I was ridin' around in In NewYork, My new bike was was handlin' well. I drove past some thugs beatin' on some Mutant. I looked at their coats , Friends Of Humanity . I hate thos punks they had an Inhibitor collar on the poor mutie.

I lost it. I slashed through all thier little blasters. A few hit me but my Mutant Healin' Factor took care of that. They ran off like scared cats, after seein' I wasn't goin' down. Some o' them wet thier pants. I checked the other Mutant and he was still breathin'.

" Hey Bub! you okay?" I ask.

" Gutentaug, I an Kurt Wagner, but in the Circuis I was known As Nightcrawler."

" C'mon Elf. Get on the bike I know somone who helped me when I was nothin' more than a wild animal ragin' against the world . He can help you too."

" I am not an ' Elf.' I am Kurt...."

" I know get on I cut off the collar and he disappeard in a puff o' smoke with the smell o' brimstone. He reappeared on th' Bike . Why does he seem so familar?"