Roxi's POV
"They're here somewhere." I was walking around in a forest on the outskirts of New York. Erik, for some reason, thought it would be safe. They will never find us here! I laughed bitterly. I smelled the air, trying to get a whiff of something. That's when it hit me. The smell of death, chaos, and soon to be decay. Jean. I snarled and let out a loud growl. Now was my chance. I ran towards the scent, which was a few miles away. My anger built as I ran. I could literally feel the fire in my step, burning the ground trailing behind me. Soon, I came into a clearing, filled with hundreds, maybe even thousands, of mutants. That didn't phase me. My sight was only on the red haired bitch at the front of the group.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." I whispered. I made my way through the mutants, shoving each one aside, killing one or two. My eyes never left Jean, but I could feel all the eyes burning into me. Eyes like those of Erik. I snarled as I grew closer. I felt a prodding in my mind, which made my anger grow stronger. I don't think so, Jean. I was almost in reach when the betrayer, Pyro, stepped in front of me.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, doing his circus trick with his lighter. I laughed. It sounded foreign and full of evil even to me. I took his circus trick form him and made it my own, only everything around me, including myself, caught alight.
"I believe I'm overthrowing you." I said sickly sweet and threw the flame at him, slinging him across the group of useless mutants. I laughed as I walked closer to her. I was almost there when another body stepped in front of me.
"Erik, I suggest you move." I hissed. I don't have the time for this. I growled. Why can't any one see that what I'm trying to do is for the greater good? She needs to die before she destroys all of which we know.
"You know I can't do that, Roxanna. You need to stop this. What Jean is doing is helping us, helping us against the abominations. The Homo Sapiens." He said strongly. I started shaking. I want nothing more than to rip him limb from limb, but I know I can't. I just can't.
"Step down, Father. I do not wish to harm you. I didn't come here for you, I came here for her." I hissed pointing to Jean. I just wanted to rip her to shreds, no one else. Especially not my own father. He stood his ground and didn't dismount.
"No, I can not allow you to do that. As your father, I demand you stand down. I would hate to have to sacrifice my own daughter." He said calmly. I almost combusted as the words left his mouth.
"Sacrifice? Sacrifice?! You know nothing about sacrifice! I have sacrificed everything! My home, my family, my friends! Everything just so I could live! What have you sacrificed? Huh? Your home? Your daughter? Your wife?" As the last word left my lips, a hand went across my face. I looked at my father, angered by his action.
"Your mother meant the world to me. She just was in the wrong place at the wrong time." He replied as if it was nothing. Wrong place at the wrong time? For a second I just lost it. I went to attack him, only to be tackled to the ground from many sides. There were at least 12 men holding me down. I screamed and fought, pushing and kicking them off one by one. "Now!" My father's voice yelled. In that instant I could feel many minds probing my own. I screamed as my mind became something I tried to kill long ago. Something deadly, world killing.
It's my turn now. Ares whispered before he took over completely.