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Author's Note: Major spoilers for X3: The Last Stand. This little plot bunny has been eating at my brain since the first blasted time that I watched that movie. This is in Magneto's POV. Read and Review if you like, Flames will be sent to Bobby so that he can get rid of them for me. Thanks!
Warnings Unheeded
The ceremony had been elegant and simple, in many ways it was a fitting tribute to the man they were honoring. Storm's poignant words had left no one in the audience with a dry eye but she had always been poetic like that, making each of her words count. From what he had seen she had even been able to talk some sense in the Wolverine.
The ceremony was over now and the grounds empty, each of his respective brothers off grieving in whatever way they saw fit. None of them had noticed the un-invited guest who had stood in the shadows during the ceremony and had only now come forward to pay his respects to an old friend.
"Charles, you never where good at listening…where you?" Magneto addressed the marble slab in a soft voice, not bothering to hide the small note of irony that had crept into it. "Didn't I warn you old friend? 'Don't get in my way'. And yet you did and this is the result. You finally paid for your folly."
It had been Charles's folly that had killed him, his undying belief that everyone wanted to be good and fight the good fight. He had always believed that humans and mutants could work and exist together, no matter how much evidence he saw against his precious belief. Even after Humans had stolen his ability to walk and had confined him to a wheel chair for life he still believed that there where more good humans then bad ones.
In his blindness he had created his X-Men, mutants who wasted their time trying to protect the humans who hated and loathed them. They all followed Charles like lost children and now that he was gone they were destroyed it seemed.
Magneto lightly touched the stone before standing up right again, "You should have listened to me old friend." Those last words spoken he turned away, intent on leaving the grounds before any of Charles precious students found him.
Now more then anything he needed to see the dream that Charles and he had shared, though they saw it through different lenses, completed. He needed to create a world that was safe for mutants so that this persecution would end. The persecution that had stolen his best friend away from him.
Fin.
Author's Note 2: I'm not sure how Charles ended up in the wheel chair; all I know is that he was walking around in the beginning of X3 and then he was in the chair. My idea that he was a victim of a human hate crime is one that my older sister and I came up with. I have no idea if it's canon or not.