[ EU ] You live in the X-men universe , where mutants are met with adversity and generally regarded as `` freaks '' . You , however , are a different kind of freak ...

The other men never stood a chance. All they saw was a blur as Quicksilver, the mutant that we had come to eliminate, took them all down in a split second. I, however, was different. I might not be able to move as fast as him, but I could think faster, react faster, and when adrenaline was pumping through my blood, time began to slow down ( from my perspective, anyway ). I tracked his every move, and he never saw it coming when he ran into my suddenly outstretched fist. It created a loud, satisfying `` thunk'' when flesh collided with metal at supersonic speeds. I picked him up off the floor and slammed him against the wall, retaining my iron grip around his throat while doing so. I could feel the struggle in him slowly be replaced by fear as he began to realize what I was. His eyes crept up my arms, examining the scars where they had cut into me. He only now realized my enormous stature, over 2 meters tall, as his gaze made it up to my face. When our eyes met, he saw the faint red glow behind mine be replaced, if only for a second, by a white flash of burning fury. 
 
 
 `` Wh-why are you doing this?'' he asked, his whole body trembling at ridiculous speeds. 
 
 My semi-bionic hand gripped tighter around his throat as I began the speech that I had rehearsed so many times before. 
 
 `` The government approached me to help them hunt down your kind and rid the Earth of the mutant'problem''', I explained. `` I had everything they needed: special ops experience, the correct combination of genetics, constitution, and iron-willed resolve to survive the operation and, above all, a reason to hate mutants. I have had, shall we say... unpleasant experiences with them in the past. But that's not why I do it. I do not hold the actions of a few individuals against an entire race. No, I do it because it is necessary. There are threats out there in the universe... threats that are closer than most would care to admit. Threats that we can not survive if we stand as a race divided. Homo Sapiens will never learn to accept your kind. I would have preferred that you were the ones to survive. You are, after all, the next step in the evolutionary chain... a Homo Novus, so to speak. This is, unfortunately, infeasible. For, you see, there are simply not enough of you. Not enough genetic diversity to survive, and certainly not enough man-power to defeat the coming storm. So, I hunt you down not out of spite, but because it is necessary for the survival of mankind.'' 
 
 I could n't help but feel a twinge of regret as I tightened my fist until I heard a gruesome snap and felt the last bit of life drain out of this fine specimen.
