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CHARLES XAVIER VOICE OVER:
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.
INT. BATHROOM
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.
INT. HALLWAY
Meanwhile, his father WARREN WORTHINGTON SENIOR, a patrician in an expensive suit walked down the hall and saw his housekeeper, ALICE approaching.
WORTHINGTON:
Alice, have you seen my son?
ALICE:
He's in the bathroom, Mr. Worthington
WORTHINGTON:
Still?
He walked down to the bathroom, concerned. When he reached the door, he knocked lightly.
WORTHINGTON:
Warren? What are you doing in there?
INT. BATHROOM
Warren's head snaps over to the side in a panic.
WARREN:
Nothing!
WORTHINGTON:
Come on, you've been in there for over an hour. Open the door
The young boy quickly scurried to hide bloodied kitchen knifes. Blood and feathers also adorned on the white, tiled floor.
WARREN:
One second!
INT. HALLWAY
Worthington began to bang on the door.
WORTHINGTON:
Warren! Open this door!
INT. BATHROOM
WARREN:
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.
WORTHINGTON:
Oh my god...not you.
Warren looked at his dad; his bottom lip trembled for a second before he began to sob.
WARREN:
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…
EXT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM-SIX YEARS LATER
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.
Warren swung his legs over the side of the bed and and wiped the sweat from his brow. He stood up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Warren 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.
ORDERLIE:
Warren, your father needs to talk to you. He says it's important.
Warren nodded.
WARREN:
Tell him I'll be there in a minute.
INT. WORTHINGTON'S OFFICE
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.
WORTHINGTON:
How are you son? Did you sleep alright?
WARREN:
What did you need to see me about, dad?
WORTHINGTON:
You remember Dr. Rao, don't you?
He looked to the doctor and nodded.
WARREN:
Yeah, your company deals in pharmaceutical advancement right?
KAVITA:
Yes. We try to help people. We've created new and more advanced vaccines for sick people, and-"
WORTHINGTON:
Warren, over the past year she's been developing a sore of cure…for mutants. And I've decided to start funding it."
Warren's brows furrowed as he looked from his dad to Kavita.
WARREN:
What kind of a cure?
KAVITA:
A cure that will be able to suppress the mutant X-Gene…permanently.
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.
INT. BATHROOM
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.
INT. HALLWAY
Meanwhile, his father WARREN WORTHINGTON SENIOR, a patrician in an expensive suit walked down the hall and saw his housekeeper, ALICE approaching.
WORTHINGTON:
Alice, have you seen my son?
ALICE:
He's in the bathroom, Mr. Worthington
WORTHINGTON:
Still?
He walked down to the bathroom, concerned. When he reached the door, he knocked lightly.
WORTHINGTON:
Warren? What are you doing in there?
INT. BATHROOM
Warren's head snaps over to the side in a panic.
WARREN:
Nothing!
WORTHINGTON:
Come on, you've been in there for over an hour. Open the door
The young boy quickly scurried to hide bloodied kitchen knifes. Blood and feathers also adorned on the white, tiled floor.
WARREN:
One second!
INT. HALLWAY
Worthington began to bang on the door.
WORTHINGTON:
Warren! Open this door!
INT. BATHROOM
WARREN:
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.
WORTHINGTON:
Oh my god...not you.
Warren looked at his dad; his bottom lip trembled for a second before he began to sob.
WARREN:
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…
EXT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM-SIX YEARS LATER
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.
Warren swung his legs over the side of the bed and and wiped the sweat from his brow. He stood up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Warren 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.
ORDERLIE:
Warren, your father needs to talk to you. He says it's important.
Warren nodded.
WARREN:
Tell him I'll be there in a minute.
INT. WORTHINGTON'S OFFICE
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.
WORTHINGTON:
How are you son? Did you sleep alright?
WARREN:
What did you need to see me about, dad?
WORTHINGTON:
You remember Dr. Rao, don't you?
He looked to the doctor and nodded.
WARREN:
Yeah, your company deals in pharmaceutical advancement right?
KAVITA:
Yes. We try to help people. We've created new and more advanced vaccines for sick people, and-"
WORTHINGTON:
Warren, over the past year she's been developing a sore of cure…for mutants. And I've decided to start funding it."
Warren's brows furrowed as he looked from his dad to Kavita.
WARREN:
What kind of a cure?
KAVITA:
A cure that will be able to suppress the mutant X-Gene…permanently.
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