As much as he loved the children, he wished dearly they had not been watching. Now he had to worry about them, and their immediate reactions as much as he did Apocalypse. It was the mentor inside him..
They watched as the Professor, the man who gave them this safe haven, got ready to talk. Confidence showing in their hearts, but not on their faces. If anyone could do it, it was Charles Xavier, he could do anything.
He spoke calmly, his nerves staying hidden. He wasn't making any difference. He would not make it out of here alive. That bit was obvious, all he could hope for was that Storm would leave. His last hope was in vain, it appeared, seeing as Apocalypse had already taken her for interfering.
In one moment, their biggest protector was gone.
Their wise old Gandalf, concerned Dumbledore, Loving Father and experienced grandfather. Their rock was gone, dead, stolen from them in a matter of seconds.
First came wrath.
And then came Fury
They were given hope, that was the bright side, but what good would it do if he was mindless? A slave without a thought, unreachable?
Lastly came desperation.
A terrible, unsuited, gut wrenching desperation.
They'd have to fight.
Blood is thicker then water they say, but sometimes water and blood are one in the same.
Twins, impossibly identical.
They would have to fight blood. In a battle of red and blue, spilt and not. Perhaps even to the death.
Almost evidently to the death.
Pulling blood from your father, mother, aunt.
Red on their hands.
They had no idea…
AN so I just finished rewatching XMEwith tears in my eyes, especially when Jean was loosing it for the Professer, which inspired this. If you want, you can review with your opinions. Thanks for reading.