Maybe we should stop ordering the newspaper.
It seemed like a pretty good idea to Mystique. After all, it seemed to be the cause of many of their troubles.
For instance, it was because of the day's paper that she was currently dodging bits of metal that were ricocheting around one of the Brotherhood's rooms.
Magneto was pacing back and forth, the newspaper clenched tight in his hand. A cloud of metal trinkets followed him as he walked.
"Registration," he growled. "It always begins with registration."
Mystique ducked to avoid a quarter zooming her way.
"Next thing you know, there will be restrictions, just wait and see." he continued, completely oblivious to the sound of rattling silverware four floors above. "We won't be able to walk into banks, drive cars or go to school. Mutant children will try to suppress their powers so their own parents won't cast them out!"
"Magneto-"
"It'll turn into a world of hatred and fear for mutants. We deserve better, though. We're the superior race! We should be controlling them!"
A thousand tiny pieces of metal tore the newspaper to shreds. Magneto stared down at his hands then slowly looked up, surprised to see Mystique clinging onto her seat's armrests as it flew around the room several feet off the ground. He waved his hand and everything dropped back to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he said as the blue woman lept up, eyeing the chair warily. "It's just...I've seen it all before. History repeats itself, people make the same mistakes."
He clenched his fist and the tattoo of numbers showed up clearly against his pale skin.
"Erik..." Mystique said quietly, touching his arm.
He jerked away, turning to face the wall. "They'll never change, Raven." he spat. "Humans never learn."
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