Author's Note: So here's my newest fanfic. Erik/Charles AU spin off of V for Vendetta. Kind of. Or at least the main theme of V for Vendetta. Characters and setting are different. The rating is set for any potential violence that may be described in later chapters. Of course nothing too graphic. Can't scar the young eyes out there can I? Anyways below is the full summary and beyond that the first chapter. Read on!

Full Summary: Security. That was what the wall was supposed to bring, when in reality it is nothing more than a symbol of fear. The government is in control, they decide whether or not a mutant is useful enough to live or die. The terrorist group The Brotherhood keeps reminding the public that mutants are not to be messed with. In a world filled with chaos, genetics Professor Charles Xavier wants nothing more than to continue on with his life spent teaching and hiding his ability. Everything changes the night he is out past curfew…

The wall existed since before the Troubles had started. The wall was the symbol, the ultimate representation of the differences between them and us. They are the normal people, the humans, those who are considered to be superior. Then there are us, the mutants. We have abilities, we can do things that the humans can only dream of, which is why they fear us. They hate us.

Everyone remembers the horrors of the past, remember what the Nazis did to the people of Europe who were different. Apparently, they learned the wrong message. They have singled out the mutants, round them up and lock them away beyond the wall. I've seen people; my students go beyond the wall never to be seen again. Once you go there, you cannot go back. It is a symbol of fear, every parent fears their child is a mutant, and you can only keep your child hidden for so long. The Scanners will find you, they always do.

You can't escape them. You cannot run away. There is us and there is them. But times are changing; I've seen the changes happen. It wasn't always this way. The wall used to just be there. Now there is nothing but fear on the streets, people are afraid of the government. I know I am. But what can I do? I'm a professor. I say what they want me to. Yet in my heart, I know something must change if the world is to avoid another world war…

It was the end to another long and stressful day as far as Charles was concerned. The weather had been horrible, rainy and cold. While his students normally did not want to be in class because of the nice weather, that day it had been because there had been a paper due. But the day was over, and he sat in his office, going over the first batch of papers, occasionally scribbling notes on it the pages, either of praise or disapproval.

The news drawled on in the background, the reporter talking to the masses about some new threat from the undesirables. Another attack by the mutants, more people had been killed. As the reporter continued on, speaking to him from the small television set in his office, it was normally the only way he would be able to know what was going on in the world. Or at least, what the government wanted them to know. It was always a message of fear and hate.

As he packed his briefcase a sigh passed over his lips. The thought of having to sprint home in the cold night air was not something that was appealing to him. Yet it was that or risk being caught out after curfew. He had to get going. The Scanners would be starting the minute after curfew began. If he was caught outside…

He did not want to think about it.

His footsteps echoed through the silent halls of the university, the corridors deserted, not a soul in sight. In the distance he could hear the bell ringing, and he cursed under his breath. The clock went off every fifteen minutes. Charles glanced down at his watch. 10:30. He cursed. Curfew had started.

There was only one chance for him to get back home in once piece. He closed his eyes, staying within the safety of the university walls for a moment. He let his mind reach out, search, check the area for the Scanners, for members of the UHF, United Human Force. Oh he prayed it would work, he had heard rumors of new gear that could block a telepath's ability. He had gone so long undetected he did not want to be caught now.

Nothing. Not a soul within his reach.

Charles took a breath before he left the university, closing the door as quietly as he could so not to draw unwanted attention, grateful that the rain had stopped. He made his way back home, his gaze fixed upon the ground in front of him, doing his best to move quickly and quietly through the streets. His heart pounded in his chest, hard and fast, so loud Charles was sure it alone could attract the attention that he was so desperately trying to avoid.

He was almost home, when he ran head long into something in front of him. He fell back onto the ground, pain shooting through his arm, briefcase clanging against the pavement. His eyes stared up into the face of the uniformed man in front of him. "I'm sorry sir I was not watching where I was going," he said quickly, getting back to his feet. "I was on my way home, I wanted to get there before curfew…"

"You failed at that. Curfew started already. What are you doing out here so late?" the man asked holding out his hand for the identification card everyone in the city carried.

"On my way home from work. I'm a professor of genetics at the university…" He answered feeling like an obedient show dog, putting on a performance. He placed the card in the man's hand, fear growing in the pit of his stomach.

The sound of footsteps, there was more than one of them. "Well Professor Xavier. Tonight is not your lucky night."

No…

"Hold out your arm, we need to check you."

"My card holds all my information," he said quickly. "I've been scanned before. I'm no mutant."

The man grabbed Charles's arm. "Now what makes you think that I care about that?" The man looked towards one of the others. "You there, hold him while I get the Scanners."

The other men took hold of him, Charles struggling in their grip. The man, his attacker turned to leave and froze.

"Sir? Something wrong?"

"I can't move."

"What do you-"

"I can't move you idiots! Kill him. It has got to be him."

Charles was thrown to the ground, looking up into the barrel of a gun. He shut his eyes tight, heard the gunshot and then…nothing. There was nothing. No pain, no nothing.

"The fuck is going on?" A second shot, a third, a fourth.

Charles opened his eyes, and stared at the four bullets hovering right in front of his face, frozen in mid air. The others were shouting, confused, stunned, and not paying attention to anything other than their malfunctioning weapons.

A figure, a man stepped from the ally, dressed in some sort of uniform with a helmet under his arm, not one Charles recognized, and stood there. He should have cried out, should have warned the soldiers but inside, he sat there staring at the man.

Do not be afraid. I am here to help.

Charles should ignore his words, but for some reason, his body relaxed, and all he did was watch.

The new comer, the mutant, as Charles concluded he had to be, raised his hand, and the bullets went flying into the men standing into the ally. They had no time to respond. One moment they were standing there alive, the next they were dead, blood seeping from their wounds onto the ground.

"Are you all right?" the mutant asked holding out his hand to Charles.

He didn't take it standing up on his own. "I'm fine." He watched the man's hand recoil and rest on the top of the helmet. "Who are you?"

For a moment the man said nothing before he lifted his gaze to look into Charles's eyes. "You tell me."

His fingers shook as he brought them up to rest on his temple, focusing. Images flashed through his mind. A child and his parents at a camp, the gate bending, the child's hand outstretched. The picture changed. A man standing there in front of a group of others, the symbol that he knew all to well. The terrorist group. The Brotherhood.

"We are the future Professor Xavier. These humans think they are better than us. I do what I can to keep us safe. They beat us. They kill us. What more can I do than fight back and show them that they cannot control us. We are the creatures they were taught to fear as children. Why not be those they fear? Give them what they asked for. I am the leader, the fighter, and the hero that the mutants need. I had another name once one my mother gave me. But you my dear professor." The man put the helmet back on his head. "You can call me Magneto."

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