Mystique held her newborn in her arms horrified at what she believed Magneto had done. She wrapped him in a brown blanket holding him close to her. She looked at Magneto anger in her eyes and hot salty tears running down her face.
"Monster! What have you done?" She yelled at him clutching her newborn close to her chest. She turned and ran out the lab, down the hall, and as far away from Magneto as she could.
He levitated after her saying loudly but sternly "Come back at once!" But she continued to run. Magnetos pets (wolves) started to surround her on both sides of the snow cover trail. She ran her breathing getting deeper and coming in short gasps. She stopped trying to get her heart to calm down but immediately knew this was a bad idea because it allowed the wolves to catch up with her. She began running again finally reaching a bridge. She ran onto it hoping that once she passed it she and her son would be free but she should have known it wouldn't be that easy. One of the wolves grabbed a hold of her long cloak that covered her face. She pulled tried pulling it free but failed as the wolves started jumping onto her trying to get to her baby. She held it up from their reach Magneto watching them the whole time. One of them grabbed her sleeves and her hands slipped. The baby dropped and she completely forgot about the danger of the wolves turning to try and catch her baby but she failed. She watched helpless as her baby dropped into the crashing waves below. She screamed out in sadness tears filling her eyes once more. She buried her face into her hands trembling as she cried. Magnetos shadow loomed over her making her cease her crying and look up at him.
"Why?" She asked him as the wolves walked around her to the other side of the bridge. She sucked up her tears her voice becoming stronger "Why?" He then turned without saying a word and floated back to the castle. He knew what he had done and if she would have stayed he would have explained. When she was pregnant he had during her slumber tried to alter the baby's memories. She had caught him though and assumed he had cause the baby to look the way it had. He had known the baby's father and knew what he had planned to do. If the baby had been born with its memories of its past life then. . . he had no idea what would become of them when it came old enough.