In the Mind's Eye:
A X-Men Days of Future Past Retcon Fanfiction Story
Side Notes: If you haven't seen or read about the X-Men: Days of Future Past movie and the X-Men: First Class movie, please do before reading this fanfiction. It'll make a lot more sense this way, because this is a X-Men: Days of Future Past retcon oneshot that ties back into X-Men: First Class. For reading about either movie, I recommend the X-Men Movies wiki and the related character entries branching off from those movies.
In the brighter future, out of the shadows of the Sentinels…
Professor X is going through files of candidates for his school for gifted hopefuls, from the comfort of his thin but functional dark red lit mostly dark brown hovercraft armchair.
Since that fateful day that history itself changed… Mutant and human relations had become slowly but surely strengthened. Mutants may still be hated by many who fear them. But, in 2023…mutants are mostly respected with the same legal rights as any Homo Sapien. Mutant schools like Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and many more across the globe have become regarded as optional, but generally favorable.
Among the files of candidates are the names Roberto Da Costa and Clarice Ferguson. Professor X faintly bittersweetly smiles: Remembering their familiar faces in the darker future, where they gave their lives in a final stand to save everything from the Sentinels. The nightmares have mostly gone. But, sometimes…he can still feel all the pain of that darker future.
Professor X then pauses. He thinks to himself, "I've had these visions before. Moderate sigh. If you could call them that. So, why do I feel so moved by them now? A whole lifetime...? Later." He looks ahead of his light brown desk. And before him is what he could call a ghost from his past: Not looking a day old from 1962. She is Emma Frost: In her frost resembling two piece dress, from the day of her capture by Erik and Charles Xavier.
Her familiar stuck up like voice says, "should I have knocked?" Warily, Professor X figures, "yes. Preferably. But…let's just say this isn't the first time a fellow mutant barged into my office. How did you get in?"
Emma Frost sighs nervously, much to Professor X's surprise. She sits in one of the two padded white chairs, facing him. Emma Frost reveals, "only in your mind. But, I'm not going to hurt you. Slight bitter sigh. As extremely difficult as you might find that to believe."
Uneasily, Professor X pinpoints, "well, last time we met… You were part of Shaw's plan to wipe out all Homo Sapiens. Heavy sigh. So, yes: I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't be difficult to believe you. But, I'm a lot more willing to listen than you give me credit for. And, besides…a lot can change in sixty years."
Emma Frost sadly says, "I know all too well of what could change."
A tear falls from her face. With a resurfacing feeling of bittersweet sadness, Professor X asks, "what happened?"
A little shaken by her own feelings, Emma Frost snarkily figures, "sniffle. A lot more than you could know, sugar. Don't get me wrong: Coming from you, I appreciate the question. And, before you say it… I know you're much older now. And, that a woman like Moira is hard to come by. But, that's not why I came."
To Professor X's left, a classic styled wedding picture of his younger self and a ex-agent Moira MacTaggert sits on one of the bookshelves. Behind the school…is a tombstone in her name. It's dated with the year 2008. Written under her name are the words "never forgotten."
Professor X solemnly nods, "thank you. So…why did you come?"
Emma Frost goes on, "I've preserved myself in diamond form for the past fifty years. Deep in the Earth…where not even Major Stryker would think to look."
With a chill running down his thoughts, Professor X was starting to piece it together, "you got yourself captured. And then..."
Back in time, in Bolivar Trask's research facility…
The UV lights were off: For the moment. The guards's shifts at Trask Industries were changing. The scientists for the night shift were on their way in. But, beyond a pale tan back door... There were brightly blue lit tanks of preserved mutant corpses: Of Angel, Azazel, Banshee…and Emma Frost's deceptively unconscious body. All creepily arranged like school lockers against the side walls. More such rooms are across Trask Industries's many research facilities.
A curly haired Emma Frost had nearly invisible breathing tubes in her nose, circling back to a mostly jet black air tank strapped on her back. If it wasn't for her telepathically masking them, it would've been easily discovered. Presently, Professor X is fully realizing, "…you projected yourself into the mind of a unsuspecting scientist, to only make it appear as though you were experimented on and left for dead." Presently, Emma Frost bitterly smiles, "exactly."
Bolivar Trask was heading out, leaving a very gray blue tinted autopsy report among his hidden files with Emma Frost's picture in it. She was telepathically keeping an eye on him especially: Down to the last second. Presently, Professor X can't help but question, "uh-huh. Is there any particular reason why you didn't tell Raven or Erik of this? From what I gathered of the past, they were both alive then." A little snarkily, Present Emma Frost figures, "Erik was locked up in the Pentagon. Mystique's whereabouts were unknown. But, of course, you of all people would've known all about that."
In a few seconds, Emma Frost turned into diamond form. The super cold temperature of the cryogenics in the tank was quickly fading from Emma Frost's senses. Presently, Professor X asks, "what makes you say that?" Presently, Emma Frost brings up, "no one. But…I was with Erik long enough to know what was going on in his mind. You and Raven were always in the back of his thoughts. It was rather annoying at times, actually." Emma Frost turned around, to carve a rectangular opening through the tank's back glass with her diamond hand.
The water started trickling down the cracks of the back wall. The room next door would just look like it needed a lot of mopping. But…she had to work fast. Emma Frost put down the air tank and breathing tubes, which had run out of air on schedule. She next carved a hole through the back wall, just as a good fourth of the tank was empty. A little embarrassed, Present Professor X says, "I see." Presently, Emma Frost nervously clears up, "that's not what I meant. You were adorable. Raven was…confused. But, she was never annoying about it."
Emma Frost made sure to only carve out the top half of the wall. She pushes it over, letting it fall down into the other room's slightly high water level.
She quickly unrolled a super long printout of the autopsy report, as she telepathically got a certain scientist to do for her. It was crudely colored. But, so was the autopsy report. Present Professor X reasons, "then, I'm sorry. Please, go on." Presently, Emma Frost adds, "thank you."
Emma Frost put the air tank up against the printout, with the breathing tubes purposely squished under the middle part to hold it there. She had her upper body's diamond form fade away at will. The guards in gray for the next shift had just got there. The scientists for the next shift were just walking in, completely unaware of what was really going on.
Emma Frost turned her attention to the hole in the wall, seeing into the second lab. To the first guard she saw…she telepathically made the unfortunate soul lose his mind.
As soon as he was taken away for being "caught" smashing a lot of test tubes… Emma Frost carved her way out through the wall the rest of the way. After that, it didn't take much to prop back up the pieces of wall from the water.
Presently, in a very relative sense…
With a moderate sigh, Emma Frost explains, "as soon as I had the chance…I left a vial of my own extracted DNA on humpty dumpty Bolivar Trask's desk to complete the illusion. That's not the only present I left behind though. But… I figured if anyone could fill in the gaps of history for me… In spite of our "less than favorable" circumstances… It'd be you."
Professor X reasons, "well… Moderate sigh. That depends on how much you are comfortable with sharing. I'm afraid I don't know much about you, Miss Frost: Only a few chance meetings. So, if you want me to be able to help you…you got to help me fill in some gaps."
Emma Frost reluctantly concludes, "fair enough. Slight bitter chuckle. More than fair, actually. So, go ahead and ask." A little awkwardly, Professor X figures, "umm… Before we start… How about we find someplace more comfortable to talk? I hardly think a Professor's office is the best place for a private matter: Especially for a mutant such as yourself."
With a faint smile, Emma Frost insists, "actually…you'd be surprised what a "mutant such as myself" is like. In my mind..."
She telepathically changes her self projected image to reflect what she really looks like now. She looks only fifteen years older: With her aging greatly slowed down by her control over her own diamond form for so many years. The stuck up princessy look in her eyes is gone. She wears her now very dusty white business attire: Still dusty from carving a hole for herself under miles of solid rock. Her hair has become flattened considerably under her diamond form. But, it's still a little curly on the sides and slightly longer over her boobs. And on her head…is what looks to be a metal encased replica of Cerebro's prototype headgear.
Emma Frost slightly chuckles bitterly, "…a office had always been the closest thing I had to call home. I practically lived in the back of the Hellfire Club. Kind of sad, in a way. Isn't it?"
With mixed feelings, Professor X reflects, "not really. That is…it wasn't to me." He's thinking of Raven as he says it. Professor X adds admittedly, "although, truth be told…I've come to feel quite at home here."
Emma Frost faintly chuckles, "too bad we didn't meet sooner. You would've really had to put your mind to it to get my hands off." Professor X comments awkwardly, "well… Please don't hold it against me when I say that I'm glad that that didn't happen. I was a young prodigy, who did not know the value of things in moderation."
A little amused, Emma Frost assures him, "I'm not. I know what kind of man you are." Professor X respectfully nods, "thank you. I appreciate that. So, as I was initially going to ask… How much do you know of the Sentinel Program?"
Teary eyed, Emma Frost solemnly says, "only as much as I could pick up, from the mind of that scientist. But… It was plenty enough to know where it was going. I wanted to give mutants a way to fight back: Even if I had to leave behind my DNA in the grubby hands of the future to ensure it."
Into the darker future, in a prison camp…
The neon purple lit corridors were vastly silent. Mutants and Homo Sapiens with a future X-Gene alike were ordered to and fro. Their spider like nanobot crafted tags sat and waited: Ready to mentally overwhelm any nervous system if they so much as pee without permission. At the whim of the very creators that created the Sentinels, they were sickly becoming robots themselves. Trask Industries: The only people left that thought the Sentinels were only targeting mutants, and the only people not in their way to see how gravely wrong they were. Unfortunately…Kitty Pryde was a prisoner here. She only was allowed to keep a black jacket: No X symbol of any kind. And, she was losing all hope.
But…Trask Industries had plans for her. A jet black loudspeaker called for her name, "Kitty Pryde! Proceed to the lab unit at once. Get out of line one more time…and the consequences will be fatal." Kitty Pryde shakily nodded.
She walked into the lab unit of the camp. It resembled Bolivar Trask's lab facility. But, with near blindingly bright purple surgical tables that looked and glowed yellow like giant microchips. A very aged scientist with grayed medium brown hair prompted, "lie down for the experiment, please." Kitty Pryde muttered coldly, "if you really cared, you wouldn't have put this damn spider on me."
The nanobot crafted tag sends a mental blast through her entire nervous system, shaking her violently on her side. The scientist sighed, "so much for pleasantries." With a bright yellow injector needle, she injected a diamond tinted vial of DNA into Kitty Pryde's system. Presently, Professor X puts together, "Kitty's secondary mutation. We never found out for sure how it came about…because she never wanted to talk about it. I take it by now you expected a mutant very much like herself to be granted your powers, fifty years later?"
That night, Blink teleported herself under Kitty Pryde's cell. Ironically, the ground of the Earth itself wasn't fortified against mutant powers. Blink offered her hand to a extremely relieved and teary eyed Kitty Pryde. Present Emma Frost bittersweetly reasons, "of course I did. I left a note on the vial suggesting it. Sniffle. I wasn't proud of what would happen to such a gifted mutant. But, combined with my mutant powers… I knew she could be capable of traveling her consciousness back through time. And, that that was well worth the risk."
Blink used her other hand to quickly form another teleport portal around the nanobot crafted tag, sending it flying into the ice to who knows where. Kitty gladly took her hand…as they slipped away to Blink's resistance team in Moscow.
Presently, in a very relative sense…
With her mind rushing through what's been said, Emma Frost reasons, "why else would I preserve myself in diamond form for fifty years? Why else would I come to you? I…was hoping I'd wake up to a better future. I was hoping this very same mutant wouldn't even remember that other time. But, since you've retained memories of that future… Does that mean she has too?"
With a very mixed sense of relief, Professor X reveals to her, "well, thankfully…she hasn't. I'm one of the only two that has."
With a faint smile, Emma Frost reflects, "well, thank goodness. I don't know if I could live with myself if she was still tortured like that: Whoever Kitty is." Professor X mostly assures, "she's become a brilliant professor, Miss Frost. You can relax. That's another thing though. For a business associate… You seem to know a great deal about the X-Gene."
Emma Frost perks up a little, "oh, he was much more than a leader: Sebastian Shaw. After more than one "incident" at my high school, most everyone was too afraid to approach me. Or, were very glad to beat me up. But…I made them afraid of me as well. I was kicked out my senior year."
In a concerned manner, Professor X points out, "I highly doubt that's cause for thankfulness. As far as I'm concerned, Sebastian Shaw was no better than a Nazi leader." Emma Frost bitterly concludes, "think what you want. I know better. Slight bitter chuckle. He was no high school dropout. That's for certain. But, there's more." Professor X concludes, "well, that much is fair."
Emma Frost continues, "glad you think so. So, after I was kicked out… I sought out the criminal underground. And, the one man that wasn't afraid or wanted to abuse me…was Sebastian Shaw. He offered to take me in when no one else would. He taught me how to make full use of my powers. He gave me the highest schooling money could buy. Slight chuckle. Even let me have his heart, like a naked love struck school girl in the woods."
Trying hard to think that image out of his head, Professor X groans, "all imagery aside …" A school bell and a neck of the woods passes through the conversation: Literally, and unintentionally telepathically.
As soon as he knew the thought had passed, Professor X finishes his own thought, "wolves tend to come in packs, Miss Frost. I should at least hope you carried yourself with some moral decency." Emma Frost faintly smiles, "don't worry, sugar: I did. And, all imagery aside… We had a very "open" relationship. I practically owed him everything. But, in the back of his mind…not a day went by when he didn't see Erik one day coming to kill him. He said if that would ever happen, I'd be the one to inherit his fortune."
Professor X uneasily concludes, "I've often found the line between good and evil to be blurrier than I would like it to. But, time after time…I can't deny it. No matter how hard I try."
Emma Frost comments, "then why don't you try not trying for once?"
Professor X sadly says, "I have. And…I carried depression over a serum that did more harm to my thoughts than I thought was even possible."
Emma Frost uneasily adds, "never mind then. Maybe it's better to keep some of our thoughts to ourselves."
Professor X agrees, "agreed. Speaking of thoughts though… How is it that you have your own Cerebro?" Emma Frost snarkily says, "who do you think? You weren't the only one who saw the private showing of Cerebro, you know." Professor X already knows the answer, "Erik."
Emma Frost concludes sadly, "well…not anymore. All I got left is this plastic bottle cap. It lets me reach you telepathically from anywhere on the Earth."
Professor X gathers, "I gathered. What happened with John F. Kennedy…?" Teary eyed, Emma Frost bitterly says, "I never meant for his assassination to take place. But…I'm afraid my Hellfire Club was ultimately to blame. Sniffle. I can only blame myself. Most of Erik's Cerebro was confiscated by the CIA…when hell was knocking on the doors of the Hellfire Club."
Professor X faintly smiles, "then you may be interested to know of some news that followed. It might help put your mind at ease." Emma Frost faintly smiles back, "all I originally came for was news. Of course I'm interested."
Professor X reveals, "well, after I kind of made amends to Erik… For what happened with the serum… We rebuilt Cerebro together: From scratch. With some improvements over its predecessor, of course." Emma Frost complimentarily voices, "and I'm sure Erik was proud of you."
Professor X uneasily nods, "it was a bumpy start. But, you're right: He was. But…it wasn't just us." A little curious, Emma Frost wonders, "oh?"
Professor X explains, "in the wake of the better future… I also was able to make amends to Raven. She gladly acquired NSA software for us to employ in Cerebro's systems. It would go on to safeguard Cerebro for many years to come."
A little stuck up like, Emma Frost asks, "and what about Raven? In some small way…I actually kind of miss her."
Professor X slightly chuckles, "oh, you needn't worry about her. She even stops by to visit, on occasion." Emma Frost wonders, "why? What does she do?"
Professor X explains further, "as far back as 1973… Raven feared that mutant-human relations would quickly worsen again, if there was no form of government to fight to preserve that delicate trust. She came to the CIA of her own free will. And on that same day…she started to put together a covert team called the Freedom Force: For that singular function."
Emma Frost slightly sighs bitterly, "how annoyingly adorable."
Professor X concludes, "think what you will, Miss Frost. Granted: It was far from easy to establish. But, it's still fairly active to this day. On a less sensitive topic… I didn't know you formed your own Hellfire Club."
Feeling a little more comfortable now, Emma Frost figures, "of course you wouldn't. After Erik left to rethink where he was going… Yeah: That happened."
Back in time, in a asteroid called Asteroid M…
Out from the wrecked CIA facility of yesterday… This asteroid was built on burned away innocence. A pair of up and down clockwork spun metal half corridors coiled out. Pale white concrete blended in like sprinkled dust. Erik's metal encased Cerebro headgear came from reassembled prototype Cerebro parts he couldn't do without. A dark red gate like readout showed its readings against a wall. Passwords of every computer were passing through, and being printed out in long form from a gray metal printer at the side. Presently, Professor X checks, "what happened, exactly?" Presently, Emma Frost slightly smiles, "you're adorable. But, if you must know… It was a day with his Brotherhood: As usual."
Asteroid M was over the North Pole. The butterfly winged Angel and Riptide were on lookout, flying high in the arctic wind in a warmer whirlwind. Over Emma Frost's shoulder, Magneto was checking, "how long?" Emma Frost insisted snarkily, "you want it done fast or correctly, magnet brain? Because I…"
Suddenly, a yellowish tan Russian satellite appeared out of thin air: Firing bright yellow particle beams right into Asteroid M.
The Russian satellite illusion quickly dissipated, revealing the Supreme Soviets. Russia's rebuttal to the Hellfire Club's actions was this team of five: Created to safeguard Russia from other superpowered beings by any means Russia deems necessary, including extermination. They wore bright red white starred uniforms, with matching gloves with built-in radio transmitters and white rocket boots. Among them though were a Russian sorceress codenamed Fantasia with loosely worn purple robes, and a gold plate decorated depowered Slavic god by the name of Perun with gray brown medium hair with a beard.
His bright red axe channeled massive amounts of electricity: Disguised as particle beams just to intimidate. Perun grinned confidently, "these mortal mutants are no match for my power." Asteroid M was overloaded by the sheer wave of power. Presently, Emma Frost remarks, "more like a very high up co-ed program, if you ask me." Present Professor X comments, "I wasn't."
Emma Frost was shocked to unconsciousness by Erik's short circuited Cerebro. With his fist down hard, Magneto muttered angrily, "no!"
Fantasia called out, "victory is all ours, comrades!" Angel and Riptide launched everything they got at the Supreme Soviets. Azazel teleport sliced his katana like broadswords through dark red white starred Crimson Dynamo's armor: Leaving his rocket jet feet fried as he crashed down into the polar ice caps.
But…the fight was over long before it began.
In the fallout of Asteroid M…only Erik's Cerebro could be salvaged in time by his own magnetism powers. The Brotherhood of Mutants was believed to be as good as dead. And, they were close to dead: Barely breathing. All but Magneto was: With his powers to shield him and everyone else. Present Emma Frost figures plainly, "I know. I can't keep every thought tucked away from you, you know." Presently, Professor X defeatedly adds, "very well, Miss Frost. What happened?"
Magneto marched over to a very weakened Emma Frost, who was barely holding on to diamond form on impulse to keep warm. Clenching her throat, Magneto shouted, "I should've known better than to trust you: Shaw's little associate! You knew where they were, and you wanted to get me killed!"
He hurled her against the polar ice, her diamond form bouncing violently off the cracks. In her weakened state, Emma Frost's diamond form started cracking. Magneto is about to kill her, right then and there. Completely unphased though, Emma Frost snarkily smiled sickly, "how adorable. That's all you care about: The cause, and anyone in the way. No wonder Raven couldn't love you. Just try and deny it! But, Shaw gave you life. You're just like him, and you always will be."
Magneto muttered coldly, "he may be my creator. But, I'll never be him! I can't!" He let Emma Frost go, bending over in silent tears. He was struggling to find that one memory of calm he had left to call home. He was muttering over and over, "I can't. I can't." And there, on the ice…Emma Frost felt a tear for him.
Presently, after a long explanation…
Emma Frost solemnly says, "he almost killed me that day. But… I thought I was helping him. And, in a way…I was. Even went off to find a safe haven for mutants called Genosha: Safe from Bolivar Trask, anyway. Might still be active, for all I know. And, he left his Cerebro and his Brotherhood with me. Kind of fitting, in a way. Because, under all his hatred… We wanted the same future."
In mixed feelings of understanding, Professor X concludes, "I see. On some level…I can understand your friendship with him. It sounds a lot like it had been for me and Erik: Admittedly. And, as a matter of fact…Genosha is still around."
Emma Frost bittersweetly remarks, "no wonder we get along swimmingly."
A bit awkwardly, Professor X voices, "well…to a point."
Emma Frost faintly smiles, "fair enough." Professor X assumes, "and you used his Cerebro to mask your presences." Emma Frost sadly figures, "exactly. And…then came what hell was knocking about."
Professor X solemnly says, "I'm here." Emma Frost voices, "thank you. I used my telepathy to get a seat as the United States Secretary of Defense: In a covert plan of my own design to take over the world from under John F. Kennedy's nose. But…it was nothing compared to what came next. I still blame myself… Sniffle. …for when I went ahead and welcomed in Selene."
Back in time, in the dawn of a new ring of Hellfire…
The new Hellfire Club looked classy as ever: The double red and mosaic like purple curtains between back walls looking very much like stepping into a movie theater. In the mostly red balcony styled back study, Emma Frost was sitting on a very wide white couch. And, she wasn't alone.
She was politely saying, "Selene. It's a honor to meet a queen of your stature. How is Nova Roma?"
Sitting with her there was a woman with very long blue streaked black hair, a supermodel like face, a dark blue cloak over strapless gold studded leather…and twin crescent moon tattoos around the eyes that could stare into your soul.
Selene offhandedly figured, "oh, just a few traitors here and there. Azazel's tribe makes excellent royal guards. Still… Sigh. Good faithful subjects are hard to come by in these troubled times." Emma Frost suggested, "I can imagine so. Are you really as good as Azazel says?"
Kind of amused, Selene slightly laughed, "let's just say you don't want me as your enemy. As a queen myself, I understand your apprehension of me. But, for the right kind of club… I'd love to lead your souls to all manners of pleasures."
She started feeling down Emma Frost's boobs. Emma Frost turned them into diamond form, discouraging Selene's hand.
Emma Frost openly said, "how tempting. Except, I'm straight. And, I'm sorry. But, I'm afraid that there can only be one queen of the Hellfire Club."
Selene got up, looking like she was about to walk out. She sarcastically suggested, "slight laugh. Funny. So, you're not a princess? My mistake, Emma." Emma Frost just sat there: Completely unturned, and expecting what she'd say next. Selene turned back to her, "you have hard terms to follow. But, I'll accept."
Emma Frost reasoned, "good. So long as it can stay as such. And don't worry: It takes a lot more than sexual advances to get under my skin." With a subtly devious tone, Selene smiled, "good to know."
Presently, after a fairly to the point explanation…
Emma Frost mutters bitterly, "she was a very wicked mutant of the highest caliber: Even for the Hellfire Club." With a heavy sigh, Professor X considers, "what I'm about to ask may sound impersonal. But, please don't…"
Emma Frost sadly cuts in, "don't worry. I know. I was actually beginning to wonder when you would. And…I'm afraid you are very correct. Sniffle. Selene arranged for him to be assassinated. I didn't know how much control she had over the Hellfire Club. And, I certainly had no time to figure that part out. I did try to save him. I called for Erik's help. But…all it did was get us arrested."
Back in time, on November 22nd 1963 in Texas…
Clear skies were about. The mostly gray but colorful streets of Dallas were full with welcoming people: Lined up to greet the presidential motorcade that was coming around the corner. With no protective roof covering, John F. Kennedy's dark blue presidential car was minutes away. With him was his wife Jacqueline, Texas Governor John Connally, and Connally's wife Nellie. And high up above the welcoming people…was a sight far from welcoming.
Over the red bricked Texas School Book Depository, Magneto and Emma Frost were circling around on a hijacked green lined yellow police helicopter.
Magneto pointed out, "Emma…I know dictators. And, this to me looks like a setup." Emma Frost admitted, "you may be right. But, I know Selene: She's too power psycho to pass up killing a man like John F. … Believe me now?!"
Magneto conceded, "yes." On the roof were a devilish smiling Azazel, and a dark silver winged muscled man with the skin to match. He was Yidrazil: With a medium silver mullet and beard, and a fully loaded jet black Carcano carbine rifle.
He was also a member of Azazel's ancient mutant tribe: The Neyaphem. Unlike most mutants, their mutant powers were psychically powered by fear. In ancient times, they were easily defeated by angelic mutants. But, in the coming of the modern era…their powers were a fighting force all their own.
Magneto magnetically manipulated the bullets of the police helicopter to follow Azazel like missiles. Emma Frost was given a magnetically loosened pilot seat by him, which she jumped off of in diamond form to deliver a final blow to Yidrazil. He nearly dodged it with superhuman agility. But, he crashed down into a going aflame streetlight: His wings burning in screaming pain.
Azazel soon though got close enough to teleport Magneto out: At just the same second all the bullets hit the fuel exhaust. The police helicopter exploded, crashing down into a distant patch of grassland. And in the midst of it all…Lee Harvey Oswald shot three fatal shots. In a dizzyingly aerial brawl with a constantly teleporting Azazel…Magneto struggled to curve away the three bullets. But, he could only curve one away…which hit Connally painfully in the ribs.
Hundreds of screams and sirens tore asunder the clear blue skies.
Emma Frost jumped leaped off of Yidrazil, crash tumbling through the nearest window. She groaned violently, struggling to get up. But then, Lee Harvey saw her on his way out. That is…it looked to be so at first. A dark gray cloth skinned Neyaphem with black voids for eyes named Ginniyeh revealed her true face to her: Before punching her out with a extended arm.
Magneto's concentration on the third bullet left him vulnerable to Azazel's tail. He tail hurled Magneto violently for the wreckage of the helicopter: Leaving a all too perfect trail of metal scrap to arrest a passing out Magneto in.
Presently, in a relative sense…
Sympathetically, Professor X tries to assure her, "you shouldn't blame yourself: You did all you could." Emma Frost comments, "haven't you? After you took that serum…haven't you blamed yourself?"
Professor X solemnly answers, "heavy sigh. I have, Miss Frost. I have."
Emma Frost slightly smiles, "doesn't mean I don't appreciate the thought though." Professor X slightly smiles back, "you're welcome."
He questions, "would you mind telling more of what happened? Because, if you feel you need some time…" Emma Frost chuckles bittersweetly, "more time? I've been sleeping in diamond form for fifty years, sugar. I have nowhere to be."
Professor X figures, "fair point. So, what happened after that day?" Emma Frost answers, "well... After Selene took over the Hellfire Club... Angel had left to spring me loose from Russia. It took us days to track Selene. But, we found her: On the day of the complete lunar eclipse of 1963, which was far from a mere coincidence. She wasn't just a wicked queen of the night: She had ancient magic and a mutant tribe on her side. Sniffle. I suppose it's miraculous I survived at all."
Back in time, on December 30th 1963…
In Vietnam, the night was nearing complete darkness. In Vietnam, the scattered wet land of Đồng Tháp Mười stretched out over two thousand miles: Known also as the Plain of Reeds. In a cabin of the recently overtaken Hiep Hoa Special Forces Camp… There were several North Vietnamese soldiers in gray green on lookout. That is…until Selene telepathically sucked their life force out from behind one by one. The color swiftly faded from their dead blackened faces. Everything they were, everything they remembered…they were her renewed life force in all manner of creepy.
Selene positioned a ring of gold sickles, on the windowsill of the single open window. She slightly laughed, "can hardly wait. Azazel…keep a eye out. No one will keep us from ruling the night and day." In the dark of night, Azazel devilishly smiled, "as can we all, Selene." He teleported away from behind Selene's shadow.
That was Selene's big plan: To capture the darkness of the eclipse with the right spell and gold sickles, and control day and night itself to render everyone else too sleep deprived to fight back. Human and mutant. Even the sleeping Riptide, who stayed on her good side, wouldn't suspect a thing.
It was only Angel and Emma Frost against Selene, Azazel, and a army of Azazel like Neyaphem with varying silvery wings and hair.
With her parachute out, Emma Frost checked, "ready, Angel?" Angel slightly chuckled uneasily, "you going to talk all night? Or, are we going to kill us some inner circle demons?" Emma Frost slightly chuckled back, as she touched down on thinning grass.
Seconds later…the good feeling was gone. The Neyaphem came swooping down with lightning reflexes and punches. Emma Frost clung to her gradually cracking diamond form…as she made a run for the cabin. Three of them went down into the wet lands with diamond form punches.
Angel was a little too busy fly charging at Azazel to lend a hand: With her spit-fire fire missing Azazel's constant teleporting. Though, some spit-fire fire struck down some Neyaphem by surprise. The grounds started catching fire.
A telepathically undetected Emma Frost grabbed a surprised Selene by the throat. Selene gasped, "how…?!"
Emma Frost muttered, "you made one fatal mistake, Selene. When you killed the president, you killed one of us!" She slammed her violently through the splintering to pieces cabin, sending her crashing through several cabins before landing in the grass with a crushing thud. The vibrations shook the gold sickles over the windowsill. The world would not be Selene's tonight, by any means.
Emma Frost stood over Selene's dying body. She muttered icily, "any last words, your royal dead highness?"
With dark red liquid over her mouth and broken neck, Selene slightly laughed, "least your…friend…violent cough…is coming wit..." Emma Frost looked up…gravely realizing what she meant by those words. The disturbingly patchwork headed Chinnyeh…with her truth-sifting telepathy and shapeshifting…had just killed Angel: With a hurled high katana like broadsword in her chest. Emma Frost gasped, "no." Her diamond form faded into herself.
In her dying breath, Angel spit-fire fired a then all too confident Azazel squarely in the chest: Where his heart was. Her lifeless body fell to the grass. Aazazel's burned out heart was the end of him: A few miles away from the burning campgrounds. The few Neyaphem left retreated into the night.
Emma Frost rushed over to Angel's side, reaching out telepathically for so much as a glimmer of life. But, no glimmer came.
Emma Frost screamed, "no! Sob! Angel." And all she could do then…was sob and sob.
Presently, in a relative sense…
Teary eyed, Professor X solemnly says, "I'm so sorry. If I didn't take that serum…I could have…" Uneasily, Emma Frost insists, "no. You couldn't have. Don't put it all on yourself. Erik's Cerebro, Angel's death… Sniffle. All my fault. Yeah: It still hurts. Yes: I like that you care. But, it was years ago. And, I've been able to go on living before sleeping in my diamond form for...so long."
Professor X respectfully says, "I understand: Now." He pauses, "what is it?" Emma Frost faintly chuckles, "how adorable. I just realized how filthy I am. I should get cleaned up. Shouldn't I?"
Professor X assures, "it's perfectly understandable, Miss Frost: Being out of touch for years." Emma Frost concludes snarkily, "we should all be so lucky." She takes off her Cerebro headgear, fading away from telepathic sight: For the moment, anyway.
A hour later, after all of history has been filled in place…
Professor X and Emma Frost are now with Professor X's Cerebro: With a fully colored Emma Frost among the billions of voices all around him. She was no longer dusty, and no longer had to wear a Cerebro to reach out to him telepathically. While they've been talking, she was re-curling much of her hair with a diamond hand.
Emma Frost slightly chuckles, "a very interesting future you have here." Professor X implies, "and what do you see in yours?"
In her curling, Emma Frost pauses, "hmm. With Trask and everything… I suppose I never gave it a lot of thought. But, if you're thinking of making me a professor…you're out of your mind. Slight faint chuckle. I'm the last mutant on Earth you'd want to be a professor."
Professor X reasons, "in time, perhaps. In time." Emma Frost figures, "perhaps so."
Professor X wonders, "have you met Logan, by any chance?"
Emma Frost figures, "I'm afraid not. Should I?" Professor X highlights, "well, that's up to you. He's…a really old friend. Though, I'm beginning to think you two may have more in common than you could possibly imagine."
Amused and flattered by his recommendation, Emma Frost says, "and already, I feel like a love struck girl all over again. It's a date…Charles."
The Endpoint Of A Future…Or The Start of More Days to Come?
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