This scene involves Graydon Creed. He's got a plan for a family reunion, but not a good one. 

Across town in a small apartment Graydon Creed was pacing the floors. He hated the fact that Bayville had become Mutant Town. In his opinion, they were nothing but mindless monsters that needed to be wiped off of face of the Earth. At Twelve years old, he realized just how evil mutants really were. He knew firsthand because his mother was one, and when she realized that he was just plain ordinary she left him in the dingy little apartment they were living in. He waited days and even weeks for her to return, until he ran out of food and went out stealing on the street just to eat.

After trying to pickpocket a plain clothed cop, he was picked up and entered the system. He was a foster child until he turned eighteen and found out his biological father's name. Victor Creed, he thought it was a strong dignified name and sought out to find him. To his horror, he learned that his father was a mutant and a trained assassin. That day, he vowed vengeance on both of his parents.

He took out the file and read it over placing the pictures on his desk. There was the bios of four mutants, ones he intended to eliminate. The first was Raven Darkholme, his loving mother, also known as Mystique. She was a crafty one. She could turn into anyone, but with his secret weapon he would put an end to that. He reached into his desk and pulled out a collar.

"Dear, mother, once I put this around your neck, you will never trick anyone ever again," he said and clutched the thing in his hand. He continued to study the file. The next picture was of Victor Creed, also known as Sabertooth. "I am not like you." He slightly damaged the photo and threw it across the room.

Then he studied the two other pictures. "Oh, my darling baby brother," he snarled. Then read over his information. Name: Kurt Wagner. Age 18, Mutant power, teleportation. "It's too bad you look like our mother, demon, but you'll be dead soon."

The last picture disgusted him the most. "Anna Marie Darkholme, my dear little sister. She kept you, didn't she? You got everything that was supposed to be mine. Well, you will pay and pay dearly."

He dumped the file and pictures into the top drawer on his desk and pulled out the half pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. He lit one and took a few puffs. He studied the smoke rings thinking that this would be a fitting end for his psychotic family. He had a mission to purge himself from his sickening mutant heritage.

"I will not be a part of a family of freaks, and the only way to be rid of you..." He took another hit on his cigarette and let out a cloud of smoke. "You're all going to die."

To Be Continued...

This ends chapter two, but there is more coming in the next chapter, The Frightening Phone Call. Things take a darker turn from here on.