Author's Note: I don't own anything. Just having some fun writing a story set after DOFP. In Magneto's/Erik's point of view.
She shot me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Now we are even. Both of us selfish and securing a future that is the most beneficial for our own paths. Why hadn't she just killed me? What was she trying to prove?
"You used to be a better shot." I remark mockingly. She learned long ago that I lose control of my power when I have been injured.
"Trust me, I still am." She replied and her foot came across my face so hard and so fast that I don't recall felling it.
The next thing I know my mind is being used by Charles. Damn that woman, she removed my helmet. I look around to get my bearings and she is still there along with all those important human officials. Charles is being helped up by Hank and they are the two that have captured my attention.
"If you let them have me I am as good as dead. You know that."
"I know." He replies. So he intends to let me go.
"Goodbye old friend," I say.
"Good-bye Erik," he says spitefully. It hurts but not as much as my neck.
I look at her now. No longer my Mystique but nor is she Charles' Raven. She is someone entirely her own. I know better than to ask her to join me. Maybe in a few years I say to myself and suppress a smile as I remember that night in my bed so many years ago. I ascend the destruction I just created and head for a new destination. A new future that is all my own.