The First Vision

It was that night, sleeping in the bedroom of Logan and Jean Grey's cabin that Mike Dorie had the first vision. The vision that spanned generations.

There was the first generation and he saw it: Cyclops, Jean Grey, Angel, Beast and Iceman. There were some additions to the first generation, some that stuck and some that didn't. Those were the Mimic, Changeling, Polaris and Havok. Things were a simpler time. The X-Men got to be actual heroes in this time. They fought threats like those that the Fantastic Four fought. Beings like Grotesk or the Locust or Blastaar. Very rarely did they deal with existential crisis like the Sentinels or other mutants like Magneto or the Living Monolith. It was a happy time. It was a time where they could have ended the hate before it started, but instead they tread water, hid and failed.

There was the second generation and he saw it: Storm, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Colossus, Banshee, Sunfire and Warpath. This was the generation that had to fight not just for its life, but its right to exist. This was the generation that fought against the Shadow King on Muir Island for the heart of Charles Xavier's dream. This was the generation that initially succeeded where the first failed. They brought on a small piece of happiness in time before they too failed. This was the generation that children like Mike Dorie thought of when they thought of the X-Men.

There was the third generation and he saw it: Karma, Mirage, Cannonball, Sunspot, Wolfsbane and Magma. This was the generation that was supposed to live in the world that the second fought for. And in that time of happiness the second generation brought, the third were also happy. But then, they fragmented and went their separate ways, slowly becoming more militant as they went along. By the end of it, they either became villains or the radicalized X-****.

There was the fourth generation and he saw it: Synch, Jubilee, Husk, M, Skin and Chamber. This was the generation that was supposed to have always lived in a happy world, for they were all born after the cosmic rays mutated the Fantastic Four. Instead, they were born in a world on the brink of becoming desolate as the X-Men constantly fought to try and prevent the dark days of future past that Rachel Summers came from. Now they were left directionless, unsure of what to do or where they even belonged.

There was the fifth generation and Mike Dorie knew that he was of it. There were others like him: Laura Kinney, Julian Keller, Josh Foley, Noriko Ashida, Hisako Ichiki, Victor Borkowski, Santo Vaccaro, Cessily Kincaid, Megan Gwynn and Alani Ryan. He was the missing one out of all of them. In almost all timelines, he was never supposed to make a difference... but here he was. He could change things. He could stop the fifth from meandering like the fourth, militarizing like the third, breaking apart like the second and utterly failing like the first. He could leave a world for the sixth generation that was great.

The baby. Then he saw it and dreamed of it. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, open again with him as the headmaster. This vision was what, twenty years into the future? The girl... Katherine Howlett, the daughter of Logan and Jean Grey... a student there... she could be happy. And then the vision changed but still focused on that energetic little girl. Only this time, she had a collar around her neck, a numbered tattoo on her forearm as she was marched by humans in a Mutant Response Division into a chamber.

But where would he start? The vision shifted again to that girl from the fourth generation: Jubilee. Born Jubilation Lee, she was once homeless living in a mall until she followed the X-Men to Cooterman's Creek - an abandoned mining town once run by Donald Pierce in his quest for Vibranium. She stuck with the X-Men until she joined the others of her generation in studying at the Massachusetts Academy. But then they all went their separate ways when their teacher Emma Frost lost their trust. She stumbled around, confused and when the High Evolutionary took away the powers of all mutants, she felt more lost than ever. When he gave them back, she was one of few mutants who did not get their powers back. She was rendered depowered... human.

Until a man named Deacon Frost offered her something better. Something more. He bit her and she became the first girl of her generation to go from Homo Superior to Homo Sapiens to Homo Nocturnae. She became much stronger than the normal man, much faster, she could heal now, shapeshift, hypnotize and would never age. All she had to do was avoid the warmth of the Sun. In the time since, she had become a powerful vampiress and he could see her... now. This was not the future - either future - but Mike knew in that moment, that what he was seeing her do now was going to define which future they ended up with.

"Here he is, Mistress Jubilee," said a vampire, who restrained a young boy about Mike's age, with another and brought him to a scanility clad Jubilee. The two vampires were Purebloods, Mike wasn't sure how he knew that... he just did. "Straight from District X."

"Surely this one will satisfy you," said the other vampire. "He bends shadows. That's his gift."

"Don't keep me waiting," said Jubilee. "Bring him closer." The two vampires obeyed their mistress' order despite how much the young man pleaded with them not to. "Why are you so afraid?" asked Jubilee as she took the man into her arms. She wasn't taller than him and aside from having pale skin and fanged teeth, did not look all too intimidating. There must be something going on in District X.

"You're going to kill me!" panicked the young man. "Please! I'll do anything to live!"

"You mutants and humans like you call us vampires," said Jubilee as she disrobed. "I feed on the pleasures that the taste of fear puts into your blood. It is quite intoxicating." She stepped closer to the boy, who tried to step back but bumped into the two Purebloods. "Satisfy me and I will set you free. The flavor of lust is greater than that of fear. I can tell that you are already aroused." Jubilee's eyes narrowed and she looked at the boy like a predator. "To do this, I must know you in ways which transcend mortal bonds." The boy groaned in pleasure as Jubilee sunk her fangs into his neck. "I will give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine."

She pulled the boy's mouth down to her breasts and let him kiss them, suck them and knead them. She pressed down on the mutant child and climbed over him, letting him praise every single thing about her. Then she rode the boy in pleasure, letting him grab and salivate over every part of her. "Put aside your fear and release your desire," she told the boy. "Focus only on giving and receiving pleasure."

The boy focused on kissing Jubilee's breasts as he thrust in and out of her, treating her like she was the last thing in the world left to enjoy. It was almost like the boy wanted to go on fucking Jubilee forever, but eventually he exhausted and unleashed his load into her. She then pressed him down on her bed and put her lips to his neck. She bit hard and did not stop draining him of blood until he died.

"As I promised," whispered Jubilee. "I have set you free."

Mike woke up startled, feeling too choked to scream but too freaked out to sleep again. What kind of a dream was that?