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Author's Note: When I wrote X-men Christmas Carol one of the parts of it was a Future where Magneto ruled and the world was a terrible place. In one of the reviews I got someone thought it would be a good idea to write a FanFiction about that future. And so I started to plan one and eventually I got to writing, so here it is. Please review and tell me what you think, even if you think it's bad, I want to know. Suggestions are also appreciated.

Keep running.

That should be the Government's motto.

If you run you have a better chance of living.

If you stay put, you have a better chance of dying.

If you join, you might live for a while, but unless you're in the inner circle, you'll die.

If you rebel, you'll die almost immediately.

If you stay invisible, under the radar, your life expectancy is unknown, could be today, could be in a few years, but they'll get you eventually.

So all you can do, is run.

Human or Mutant, run.

But right now, I won't run. Right now. I'm trying really hard to blend in.

"State your name and Purpose Private." said the man at the gate.

"Uh, ah, Private Bordeaux ah was here ta see-"

"She's with me Corporal."

"Ambassador." he said standing to attention and saluting.

"She's been with me on official business." said the Ambassador putting an extra stress on the 'official'.

The Corporal seemed to understand this and nodded at the Captain knowingly.

"Yes sir."

"I'm now returning her to her base," with the extra stress on base.

I didn't like the Corporal looked like he was about to break into a grin. He thought I was a Prostitute. Well, better that than the truth.

"Yes sir."

The Ambassador walked on ahead and I followed behind him. There was an official car already there. We both got in the back and it began to drive. After five minutes it stopped and we got out. I got into the other car and changed in the back seat while the Ambassador had a conversation with the driver. I couldn't see who it was but the body language all pointed in the direction that they were good friends. An ally.

The car drove off and the Ambassador got into the other, less extravagant and therefore more subtle car. We drove off. We didn't talk. We couldn't talk in the last car, although the driver may have been an ally, it was an official car, anyone could have been listening. We were not talking now because neither of us knew what to say.

We drove for another half hour till we reached the city. We stopped in front of one of the better looking apartment blocks. The Ambassador took his big coat of the back seat and put it on over his uniform. We got out of the car and into the building all the while looking over our shoulder. We took the stairs, no cameras, and reached the 17th floor, apartment 317.

He opened the door and we went in. He closed it, locked it and pushed along all the bolts. Then he turned to look at me. He wasn't happy.

"He's ma brother." I said weakly.

He walked past me taking off the coat.

"Ah had ta see him. Ah had to see if ah could get him out!" I said following him into the bedroom.

"And then what?" he said not looking at me.

"Ah, ah don't know, get him ta some underground network."

"He'd last longer where he is than with one of them," he finally turned round to look at me, "I told you I was taking care of him."

"But yer not there all the tahme. What if someone did something' ta him when yer not there?"

"You have to trust me."

"Ah do."

"Then please," he said coming closer to me and putting his hands on my shoulder, "don't do it again. Don't go back there."

I looked up at him.

"Ah have ta."

He groaned and angrily walked away, chucking his coat in the wardrobe slamming the door behind it.

"I'm protecting you Rogue, not your brother!"

"Please don't talk to me like that."

"Well I'm angry Rogue, do you know what I've been going through. When I saw you come into that room I just about had a heart attack. I thought they'd found you. I thought they'd brought you here to kill you! I think I'm allowed to be a little angry."

"Ah didn't mean it that way." I said trying not to cry.

"What do you mean then?" the anger subsiding in his voice.

"Ah hate when ya tahlke lahke that. That fake voice that they taught ya. It's not ya. Please don't tahlke lahke that."

He stayed silent for a moment. Then he rushed across the room and swept me into his arms. I couldn't help it, the tears just came tumbling out, and he just held me all the tighter. I only ever felt safe when we were like this. When I was with him. He pulled away a little and looked into my eyes. He leaned in and lightly kissed me on the lips.

"I'm sorry chere."

I smiled at him.

"There he is," I said, he grinned, "there's ma Remy."

"I'm always yer Remy." he said holding me too him again.

"Ah'm sorry." is said quietly.

"No, I'm sorry. I understand why yo' did it. I understand cause I did de same. Yo' love him, yo' do anyt'in for him. I understand dat." He pulled away. "I'm gonna do every'tin I can chere. I'll get him out, don' ya worry. I'm gonna get dem all out."

"Ah know. But not right now." I said and went up on my toes to kiss him, "right now yer gonna stay here with meh."

He grinned, "oh yeah?"

"Yeah." I said smiling.

He laughed and swept me up into his arms bridal style and took me over to the bed.

It's not an easy job. But it's my job.

I used to tell myself that this is the better future, that everything is much better, that one day after all the hard work is done there will be a brighter today. Mutants shall be equal, they shall find their place in world and live peacefully without fear of persecution.

So much for Magneto's dream.

No. It is not a brighter tomorrow. In fact the sun barely shines on this desolate ground now. Possibly due to global warming, possibly due to the fact that even the sun shies away from the evil that takes place here.

Mutants have found their place in the world. It wasn't hard when you got rid of all the humans. Oh there are still some about, here and there, working as Slaves or Prostitutes, but most of them are dead.

And fear of persecution? Well, as long as you worship Our Lord Magneto there is nothing to fear. If not? It's off to the camps with you. Although some of the Red Guard, Magneto's not so secret police, will simply kill you on sight especially if you're a rebel. Especially if you're one of the Xavier's.

The Xavier's are an underground network of rebels that work against Magneto and try to save mutants that are being persecuted in the camps. It was started by a man named Charles Xavier, hence the name, but Magneto had taken care of him a long time ago. Now it was run by a man called Logan. There numbers may be small, but they are formidable, but they are nothing compared to the Red Guard, led by, now what's his name, it was on the tip of my tongue. Oh yeah. That would be me.

Yes, I am big chief. The General himself. I find mutants that are breaking the law which could be anything from mass murder to taking Our Lord's name in vain. I don't do much. I'm a public figurehead mostly, but every now and then I'm called in to watch a raid. I have to stop myself from throwing up every time.

It's not an easy job. But it's my job. And I hate it.

Years of loyalty and I have been rewarded. Suddenly I wish I could have the words traitor tattooed on my forehead. I am a member of the Inner Circle therefore untouchable. Sort of. Basically if I step out of line Magneto is the only one that can kill me. Lucky me. The Inner Circle is a select group that Magneto has chosen to help him rule. Some of these people are like Vassal Kings, ruling in other countries while he stays in America, but they all answer to him. Then there is me, General of the Red Guard, in all countries. I get to travel a lot. Then there is Magneto's personal bodyguards, Pitor Rasputin and Raven Darkholm otherwise known as Colossus and Mystique. Pitor has a sister that's sick. Raven is just evil. She handed her own son and daughter over to the Red Guard. Oh and there's Remy LeBeau. Ambassador. And I don't mean the chocolates. He goes around all the high ranking leaders and makes sure everything is working, if it's not, he steps in and deals with it. He travels a lot too. We work together.

And last, but by no means least, there is Creed. Victor Creed. Apparently not just a big dumb cat. Underneath all that hair there is a brain, a nasty, twisted brain. He is in charge of the Camps.

And so you find us all, the Inner Circle of Magneto's Bright Today. And how happy we all look. Raven is tossing her gun, so she is probably happy. If she's here it means Pitor must be with Magneto, Creed is having a cat nap. The Vassals all look petrified. And here I am. Absolutely shit scared too. Cause I'm leading a double life. Yes I am the General of the Red Guard. But I am also an undercover operative for the Xaviers.

I went to them. I tracked them down. And I told them I'd had enough. They didn't believe me at first. They thought I was there to kill them all. But I helped them a couple of times, saved a few of their people then I think they got the picture, so now I work for them too. Pitor would as well but like I said, his sister is sick. He couldn't risk it. Remy helps them, he mainly just helps one person in particular but sometimes he helps others. He loves her, this girl he saves. It makes me happy knowing that someone is happy in this dreadful time. Those two are my light at the end of the tunnel. Course I don't tell him that, I tell him to stop looking so lovesick or he'll be in some serious trouble.

And speaking of the devil.

"Am I late?" he asks sitting down beside me.

"Nope. Can't you tell?" I say motioning to the general fear slash boredom around the room, "I heard you had a problem today?"

"Yeah. It's all sorted now." he said, amazingly he was able to keep a straight and calm face. I was referring of course to his Lady Friend and her current escapades into one of the Camps looking for her brother.

"What problem?" asked Raven smiling.

She liked when Remy had problems. The two of them didn't get along. The reasons; She hated his cockiness and the fact the Magneto often favoured him more than her. He hated her because of what she did to her daughter, his Lady Friend. Although she thinks it's because he wants to sleep with her and she won't let him.

"Not your concern." he said smiling back at her.

"Oh but I do like to hear about what ever is bothering you. It brightens my day."

"Yet sadly. Not today."

"Oh go on. Tell me, I'm so bored-"

"Then I am sorry to keep you waiting Darkholm." said a rumbling voice behind her.

She immediately stood to attention and said, "sir."

The rest of the people around the table made their way to their feet. Magneto crossed to his chair and sat. The room breathed a sigh of relief as they sat back down.

"Darkholm. Since you are so eager for entertainment, why don't you go and fetch us the tea."

"Sir."

She left the room, but not before glaring at Remy who in turn made hand gesture.

"Right," said Magneto, "Let's start shall we. John, how was the last raid with the Red Guard?"

It it's not and easy job. But it's my job. And I hate it. But one day, I'll be free of it.

"Very successful sir…"