Hello people!

Heard about Go Set a Watchman by Lee and figured that since Atticus is apparently a member of the KKK (hate group that worked to oppress blacks in America) that I should not use his name.

Though, I came up with some more.

Ferrous

Prometheus

I'm kinda disappointed by how I can write 40k words (yay), but only come up with two names. Oh well.

To the story we go!

How do we react to this? The documents are real we confirmed that and thus the threat is real. Responding to a real threat is logical. Logic started.

But.. doesn't that make our actions illogical? I don't like the conclusions I'm coming to with this line of reasoning. Logic finished.

The guy's insane! Why are we debating this? Rebellion said

If he was do you really think we'd be alive at this moment? He's killed people for less. If he was really insane would we really survive calling him self righteous or disagreeing with him in a way that clearly mowed down his ego? Logic says.

Oh yeah. I didn't say so but 10 out of 10 for that logic. Even I approved. Rebellion said.

There was a series of aye's around the king Arthurish table where my emotions met. Everyone had suddenly remembered why Logic ruled after he beat Magneto in the debate we had. Of course he pulled the 'I have your mother' card at the end, but the fact that he had to resort to that showed that he lost.

We're debating because we need to know what approach to take. Wisdom said.

I found myself sitting on the floor of a balcony staring out at the stars. On my mom's good days we'd gaze up to the stars and she tell me of their myths.

I felt vibrations in the floor behind me. From the long strides I easily knew the person's identity.

I didn't turn around to face Magneto.

"I take it you read the documents I gave you."

"I did."

And I wish I didn't.

"Now you know the what were facing. Various governments are making weapons to destroy us- kill us. War is the only way to ensure our survival."

" It's stupid." I say back.

I push myself off the floor. "Prejudice- The Mutant Registration Act the fact that a war is brewing over a few genes. It's all so stupid and unnecessary."

As I stared off at the ocean I continued "Even when I thought I was human I thought that MRA was the equivalent of putting a bandage on and stabbing yourself in the same spot. It would cause harm to so many people in order to combat a problem doesn't exist."

"Most mutants want peaceful lives and aren't threats to anyone the numbers say so. The fact that the earth isn't massively destroyed says so. Everything logical leads to that conclusion."

Why can't people get it it's obvious?

" You know what people register- rapists, felons, objects, and people seriously expect there to not be massive backlash after making a law that makes it a crime to exist? Mind you this is all before I was a mutant. I thought and still think this is all so moronic."

He didn't argue with me on this point. "Humans naturally hate that which is different. It's their nature."

I shook my head " We shouldn't accept that . We shouldn't accept that war is would be giving up before starting. There's no communication from humans to mutants and vice versa-"

Magneto interrupted "You're crossing the fine line between optimism and suicidal naivety. Would you get into a cage with a tiger?"

What the?

I turn around and face the man "No it's a tiger I'd get mauled."

"You'd expect them to attack you because it's their nature. They are naturally hunters."

I nod.

Makes sense that's what tigers do- maul stuff. I think

What is he getting at, exactly? Logic asked

He continues " Then why do you expect humans to be any different? You have no reason to believe that they'd do anything but fear and hate us."

I knew I was expecting a lot. Individually some people were accepting of the unknown and tolerant of that which is different but whole societies? There was no precedent for the level of tolerance necessary for mutants to be accepted into society. If I went by human history I'd naturally come to Magneto's conclusion.

I pause and say "It's just- I believe that because they can reason they can learn-"

"Our weaknesses and use that to destroy us. This attitude of your would you killed in the field." He sternly interrupted.

That sounded pathetic you'd think we'd be able to think of something better to say than that. Logic said.

We don't have anything better to say. Our argument is built on so much optimism it's nauseating. Surprisingly Cynicism had to be the voice of reason here.

What? It sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Optimism chimed in. The other emotions ignored him as usual.

There was a few moments of silence.

Magneto continued "The Secretary Of State called the killing of several already handcuffed and restrained mutants "pest control". The public may be divided over our existence, but their leaders clearly aren't."

I can't refute that now can I? If I did try he'd just show me the article. Extremists aren't supposed to make sense. Creating weapons specially designed to destroy a certain group of people might as well be a declaration of war.

"While the humans might not say so now we are already at war. In fact this is the most crucial stage of it. They are making deals and forming alliances, marshalling resources, uniting and we must do the same." I considered his words.

All throughout history normally the public doesn't decide whether or not go to war, but the government does. With enough propaganda public opinion shifts to match what people in power already want and the war starts.

"This is a war of unprecedented size and of major importance. Either we win as is our birthright or the humans will not hesitate to annihilate every mutant they find."

I had nothing to say to that. I was far too busy trying to find holes in the conclusions he drew. I found none and often came to the conclusion that I was the diluted one. After all, this wasn't something I couldn't run from. Mutants and anti mutant government organizations were everywhere. When Senators worked to register mutants they were indirectly working to harm me and so on.

My words from earlier reverberated through my head. "It just takes one thing". The fact that this was true was terrifying. This one thing could come from either side - even the really extreme anti mutant groups could create a ploy mutant attack to get the ball rolling.

The current peace was hanging by a thread and any decision I made would be a calculated risk. I knew that this was the case for a while yes but thinking and feeling something about the knowledge you obtain are two different things. I tend to reason first and feel later.

I ask "And if this actually worked."

He seemed to like this sign of me moving closer to his way of thinking.

"We'd ensure that the future is secured for generations of mutants."

We'd be conquers ruling over a practically powerless majority. Nothing would change humans would be vilified instead of mutants.

I didn't say this. I stare at the ocean knee deep in thought.

This is the worst possible time for me to think about these things, I'm emotional, overwhelmed at the information I just received and am standing right next to a person who has a vested interest in making me join him.

You have a better idea? It's not like we can tell the man to go away. Cynicism didn't fail to point out the obvious.

That was depressing. I didn't even have choice in whether or not I'd listen to the man.

"You'll see."

I turn around again.

Isn't one round of mental gymnastics enough for you?

"See what exactly?"

"That you weren't captured but saved." He said confidently as if he were stating that the world was round. There was no room for doubt about this in his mind.

Why would I ever come to that conclusion? I was clearly coerced into coming here. Nothing can change that fact.

I lacked the mental energy to say this so I opted for a raised eyebrow.

"Here there is no hiding, no pretending to be weaker than what you are, you'll accept reality for what it is and under my tutelage you'll become strong enough to face it head on."

Magneto were you a used car salesman in another life?

" Imagine what you could do with your power after it has been refined and honed. The possibilities are endless."

I'm kind of afraid of that. Could I really handle having so much power at my disposal?

At the same time, I liked my power. I associated it with freedom because I knew that one day I could become so powerful that no one else could force me to do anything again.

This was my new and this time attainable fantasy. Earlier I'd settled on gaining independence, but clearly that wasn't enough. I needed the power to preserve the freedom I gained from my independence. Being a mutant also made it so that I couldn't rely on the government to do this for me.

If learning from Magneto could accelerate this..

Magneto seemed to almost purr with pleasure at whatever expression he saw on my face.

"Ever thought about it?"

I will never understand why you insist on being so vague.

"About what?"

"Your future?"

"I have. I want to be an Mechatronics engineer."

Did I just volunteer information about myself?

Worse the words flowed freely without the underlying tension that accompanied my tone whenever I had to answer a question about myself.

I may have not outrightly disrespected him, but I did consciously refuse to talk about myself unless prodded. Giving information freely about myself was a way of expressing vulnerability that I only did to those I trusted.

I trusted the man to not kill me yes, but only because then he wouldn't be able use me. My silence showed the resentment I had for the man far more than anything I could say.

Apparently, Magneto was also surprised as there was a beat of silence before he started to talk again.

"Really why?"

It felt rather strange that no one was laughing at my goal by now. Generally my friends at the chess club were the exception not the rule. We encouraged each other's dreams and protected each other when everyone else tried to do the opposite. People from Chiraq (a term that people used to describe where I'm from because of the cities many murders) especially the more seedy parts don't become productive members of society. That's what people thought. Many people when they first met me at the science conferences that I snuck into assumed I was there with family and didn't believe me when I said where I was from.

Unsure I continue "Mechatronics is everywhere hard drives, coffee makers, climate control devices , pacemakers."

I pause "Probably specialize in the software part of the field."

Well would have.

Apparently, Magneto was an engineer himself and we talked about the subject for a few minutes. Eventually my love of the field overrided my suspicion and we had our first real civil conversation.

Before this all of our conversations were tinged with barely disguised feelings of resentment and anger. I talked freely about my circuit preferences and on the few courses I'd taken and books I read on the subject.

It was a very much needed break from the constant vigilance I maintained. Avoiding shows of weakness is extremely exhausting especially when combined with the training I had on top.

After I headed to bed I stared at the ceiling thinking of the information I'd just absorbed.

No matter what happens a side is going to lose. All we need to do is pick the one that wins. Manipulation said.

What the the hell Manipulation? You realize that I am personally against this conflict. Hell even Rebellion has the sense to not want a war. Cynicism said.

Hey! Rebellion said.

We got thrown into this war by existing. It's probably going to happen and so we need to respond to it. Realistically, I need a coherent strategy so I can have a decent life. This oscillating isn't getting us anywhere. Manipulation said.

Manipulation continued We're mutants so joining the US government is out the question. The next best thing is to remain neutral and of course we'd be running from Magneto at every step. If humans win we don't die if mutants win again we don't die.

I'd have the constant stress of worrying if someone is following me for the rest of my life. Cynicism said.

Manipulation nodded Pretty much. See there's even a cost to playing it safe. Joining Magneto eh.. Humans win we're dead mutants winning...I have a feeling it'd involve ruling boring stuff like that.

All I want is be a mechatronic engineer. To combine electronic engineering and mechanical engineering to create cool things. Nothing extravagant. It seems that achieving this is going to be an uphill battle. Logic finally spoke.

Everyone agreed with this.

Logic continued We know that even though most mutants are noncombatants if all of them did team up humans would lose. I did the math.

Is that really going to happen? Cynicism asked.

Not unless they're forced to. Look at me I'm 14 and have every reason to want to leave my house. They still had to threaten me. At this point the people who are joining the Brotherhood are the people who have nothing to lose. Wisdom said.

Wisdom cupped his hand on his face. That makes them more dangerous- welded with precision a small but sharp knife can kill.

The meeting abruptly ended and I went into my dream world to be with mother.

"What do you want Chris?" I turn around to see my mom.

"To be left alone, but it seems like that's not an option."

"Why not?"

"The cults we've left these guys are many many times worse. I was already kidnapped if I get away I'd be living in fear."

"Which one is worse mom? Living in fear or fighting for a cause I don't believe in?"

"I believe in my opinion that freedom is always worth it. Even if it comes with fear. Before there was already the fear of failure."

"Now just add the perfectly reasonable fear of mutant killing robots, government agents, and old men that have had my powers longer than I've been alive." I snapped.

"I'm so so sorry." I could see the tears gathering in her eyes.

"No. I am. I shouldn't snapped at you. As few allies as I have I shouldn't drives the ones I do have away. How could this be your fault? The X gene is carried by men."

"I'm so sorry that you're alone."

"I have you here don't I? So I'm not alone. The guys upstairs are working on breaking me out and I think we should do the same." I say this to convince myself and her at the same time.

"You act as if they aren't all parts of you."

"Taken apart they might as well be. Optimism is too dramatic, Cynicism broods allot, and Logic is too serious and doesn't get sarcasm."

Another two days later as I headed to Magneto's office, I wondered if Mystique told him about what happened during training.

I arrive and take a seat.

"I heard that you apparently managed to knock Mystique off her feet in training."

"Once- She was angry and neglected the basics." I say.

She more than made up for the loss afterwards.

Despite my blase think nothing of it attitude he seemed to be pleased. He gestured for me to follow him and I did as he lead the way out the room.

"How did you discover your mutation?"

Small talk? Well, it's better than him threatening mom.

"So I was taking my GED.." I wasn't pleased with his visible amusement.

"Oi the GED has been a bridge that many people have used to get a higher education."

"The test is a joke."

"And high school isn't? Besides they started putting quadratics on the test."

"They weren't in there in the first place? You're only cementing my point."

I decided to not argue anymore on this. " I was taking the test when I was was suddenly aware of some new sense. Couldn't really figure out what it was exactly at first."

We started to climb down a set of stairs. The ambiance of the place changed instantly. It felt darker and edgier. In a way the place still had its own sense of elegance and I heard the rush of several unseen waterfalls. Still, I didn't like the sudden lack of light especially compared to the bright silvery architecture upstairs.

"There was a guy who was copying my answers and his pencil tore through his answer sheet."

I could tell he smirked at that despite the fact that his back was turned to me.

"Finally I fried the school's telephone just before I left. Standard electromagnetic impulse. Had to make a faraday cage so I could use my cellphone regularly."

He turned around.

"You made a faraday cage?"

"Didn't want to keep destroying my phones." I simply say back. He of course couldn't understand how I could be so casual about this. I explained how I managed to create a faraday cage for the phone while allowing it to to be usable.

We get off the stairs and go to an even more dimly lit platform. Said platform had a waterfall flowing beneath and a large chasm between the platform and many circular frames with metal bars running through them.

Out of the dark chasm metal rose up creating a pathway to the circular frame in front of us. I tried to identify the metal as we walked on it but found that I couldn't.

"Tungsten a very strong metal useful for my needs here."

I look up."I didn't say anything."

"No but you stopped mid step and stared at the floor for at least ten seconds."

I felt a bit embarrassed at how obvious I was.

The metal bars to the circular doorway bent aside allowing us to enter. From here we arrived at a heavily armored door with a handprint reader.

Magneto placed his hand on a scanner and soon the door to the room opened. In the typical movie cliche fashion the lights to the silvery grey room turned on as we walked inside. As this happened I was able to notice the number of weapons on various racks in the room. Some I could recognize others I couldn't hope to.

My interest however was really drawn to the blue hologram specs I saw on a table not too far appeared to be a gigantic robot hand straight out of a movie.

"The new sentinels will be using these guns."

I stared at the schematics trying to figure out how it worked.

I decide to ask " So what's the plan?"

"Plan?"

Now he's playing.

" You have enemy schematics you're going to use them somehow. So you finding a weakness or making your own?"

"Do you know the name of the person who invented plastic circuits that dampen magnetic fields?"

"John Dalton." I remembered him from the papers Magneto gave me.

He seemed pleased that I'd read the documents closely.

Good this guy has a tendency of threatening my mother when he isn't happy with me.

"The name of a dead man."

I blink several times without responding. I somehow knew this wasn't a natural death.

"The moment he created those circuits and proposed selling them to the US government he became our enemy." I could hear the man's displeasure although that didn't frighten me nearly as much as the cold stare he had in his eyes. That was the stare of a man who wouldn't let anything stop him and could justify any moral event horizons he crossed. Worse he had the power to do so.

"Right." My voice wavered a bit here.

"Are you weak Chris?"

I pause.

Weak? Too weak to stop you in a fight yes, but far more powerful than most.

"No."

"Then don't act like it. I thought you grew up on Chicago's South side?"

I had nothing to say to that.

"As I was saying I deliberately sold the designs Mr Dalton made after making a few.. modifications of my own."

"What kind?"

"Guess."

I hated when he did that- making me figure out his plans on my own. That made him feel more like a teacher and even worse taught me how to think like him. Same twisted logic and all.

Still it wasn't as if my opinion would matter to the man so I complied. After seeing the ruthlessness his eyes held not even two minutes prior I knew I didn't want to make the man angry with me.

"Well, what if you disabled the magnetic field dampeners?"

He smirked at me.

"So destroying the sentinels would be the same as crushing or picking up any other nonmetal thing. A bit harder but doable." His smirk only grew as I said these words.

After we left the lab e declared confidently "The humans they won't even see us coming."

I didn't like the 'us' used here. Although I could see the huge tactical advantage in having another person with his power who hasn't been discovered by the US government.

When we got to his office again he pushed a file toward me.

"You'd think by now Government agents would get the memo to not dress in all black." I said as I saw a picture of several men and women in suits.

"Really why would they?"

"Cliche. The whole wearing all black thing works only for people who are really afraid of them. It's about intimidation." I lip through the file lazily.

"There a joke that says that SWAT means sit wait and talk. Shooting for them is a last resort. That's certainly not the case with these guys. That and black suits attract attention? Pointless and stupid."

He seemed amused at my explanation. It probably helped that I called them stupid. Though what other way is there to describe their actions?

"How did you know they're with the government?"

"A, you have a file on them and B. They call themselves Black Eagle." I shook my head at the name.

I continue "The US government has a task force dedicated to destroying the Brotherhood. Not surprising though the real question is... What makes this one any different from the other ones that have to be looking for you?"

"Black Eagle" He said the name with distaste.

Wow, even he thinks the name is corny. And he regularly wears a cape.

"Is different than the others because it has weapons that are designed to track and harm me."

I connected the dots. "And me because we have the same mutation."

"Exactly, so it affects you and I a bit more personally than the others. BE erroneously believes that by killing me the Brotherhood would fall. So I am their primary target."

He fixes upon me a very harsh stare."Memorize the faces of the Agents you see here and if you encounter them do not engage unless you have to."

That's rather odd coming from you.

"Don't engage." I say to make sure I heard correctly.

"While you are right in pointing out they aren't very subtle they currently have weaponry that you can't yet handle."

Welcome to club mutant it's only four months in and they already have weaponry that works against you. Lovely. Wait.

"The trackers?"

He smiled "Their trackers can not pick you up unless you use your mutation because at the moment you're weaker than me."

I absorb the information silently.

" No one but a few select members of my Brotherhood know of your power."

Something occurred to me.

"So when you attack the Sentinels-"

"We can attack both bases at once."

Two? Of course the back up and the main. And no one could anticipate me.

"Destroy all the Sentinels at once." I say

Because I'm around.

He smiled at me. "We're working on implanting the circuits as we speak."

I couldn't even think of something to say to that.

"It seems the only thing stopping us besides putting in the circuits is the fact that you're not strong enough to face them. Something that will be quickly rectified."

That must be the biggest reason why he kidnapped me. Destroying the Sentinels... Wow.

Magneto was an extremely harsh trainer. I knew this but at the same time this was ridiculous.

I did an about face noting the many guns that littered the training room. I counted twenty. "Guns?"

"While I'm sure you can stop one or two bullets in a war you'll be stopping hundreds at a time."

"Hundreds." Did I hear that right?

"While the bullets in these guns aren't strong enough to seriously harm you they may sting."

"May sting?"

"All the more reason for you to avoid getting hit."

Without warning the exercise started. Considering that I hadn't blocked a bullet from one gun ever in my life much less twenty guns I did pretty well. I only got hit ten very painful times.

Magneto of course did not share this sentiment.

"Again."

"Your wasting energy by…"

"You need to be aware of what is in front and behind you at all times."

"Are you even trying?"

That last comment had pushed me off the edge. By now the man had already figured out what comments annoyed me the most. It was one thing to say I was doing poorly it was another to say I wasn't trying when I clearly was.

"I am! I've never done this before and I'm trying my best."

I simmered for at least ten seconds before I noticed the lack of things firing at me. I look back and see that all the bullets were in the air before being suddenly dropped. The guns were twisted in so many ways that they were barely recognizable.

"You have the raw strength to do this Chris. For now it only shows up when you're angry but with enough training."

The bullets all lifted from the floor and the guns twisted back into shape.

"You'll be able to access this power at will. "

The fact that he did this all at once effortlessly impressed and intimidated me at the same time. I didn't fail to imagine how he could use his power against me.

"Again."

Despite my exhaustion I keep going.

By the end, I felt that all the water in the world couldn't quench the fire I felt in my throat.

For a while I didn't interact with any member of the Brotherhood unless necessary. Even when I did talk to them I was normally very detached. They were allied with the man that held me there and thus couldn't be trusted. That only made me more mysterious. When Toad learned that I was far more tolerant than his boss he made annoying me into a game.

He wanted to see me agitated for once. Why he insisted on assisted suicide is beyond me. After the hell that is training with Magneto, I didn't detect his prank before it was too late.

Without warning, a red bucket tipped over releasing ice cold water on my head. I was going to let it go, but then ice fell on my head shortly followed by a strawberry.

A note was left on my bed.

Enjoy the virgin strawberry daiquiri.

I am not not going to get angry. That's what he wants. No I'll get even.

I smirk to myself.

I almost pity him. Almost.

I look down at the trap after I changed clothes.

Translucent string. A plastic bowl. He's learning. I'll need to be more careful about this.

I didn't have time to think on the new information gained as dinner soon came soon after training. At the table Toad seemed disappointed in my lack of annoyance. It also stood to reason that he thought I'd once again escaped his trap.

I allowed myself to smile at his frustration. He did like jumping to conclusions why not let him think he's lost?

He of course responded by teasing me about my signature lankiness. He even got Mystique in on it by telling her that I needed to eat more. She annoyingly gave me more food after accessing my arms. "You'd think you would've gained some muscle by now."

Sabertooth laughed at this and while Buckethead didn't engage in the ribbing he didn't stop it either. That meant that he approved because there was no uncertainty with the man. Either he approved of something or he didn't. And if he didn't approve of something... you'd know very quickly.

I didn't think of the significance of the conversation at dinner for a while, but as I headed to my room it dawned on me.

I was settling in. I was getting used to being with the the Brotherhood. That was why I suddenly opened up to Magneto or how I feel the need to retaliate against Toad. If I was truly felt the urgent need to leave I wouldn't have wasted the energy on either action.

It hasn't even been that long.

A pang of fear struck me in the heart. Being comfortable is either good or bad depending on the circumstances. When things are peaceful being comfortable means you won't go crazy from the lack of danger or challenges. In a highly turbulent situation being comfortable meant certain death. Complacency breeds weakness something I knew too well from history. This weakness can lead to me developing attachment to the people in the Brotherhood and possibly falling into their fanaticism.

Although many reading this may not think so my mother had always been a smart woman. She just had a blind spot where her own logic didn't apply - religion. She left her family and still retained her belief, but became less stringent.

However she went through emotional turmoil and clutched a little too hard after someone else discovered her weakness and used it against her. Her rock became an anchor and the new freedom she'd gotten went unused. She was still in her parent's house without actually being there.

Fanaticism like a virus requires a host to travel in so it can infect the next person. Most people in cults are inducted into cults by their friends and I've seen this very often. For all the posturing the Brotherhood did about being the one option that makes sense they seemed pretty similar to a cult -Magneto's word was law and everyone seemed a bit afraid of him while they also worshiped him at the same time. The only thing they don't do is proclaim him as their savior.

Although do not misunderstand me I by no means hate religion. What a person believes in is their business, I just hate when religion is used to harm people. When it is used to justify cruelties. This harm can be physical, mental, emotional it is irrelevant how because the damage is real.

The idea that I was getting used to having my actions so tightly controlled by someone else chilled me to the core.

I rush into my room and winced at how hard I slammed the door. The bang reminded me of the guns I faced earlier.

I'd planned to wait until I found a suitable opening, but who knows how long that could take? Even now my opinions are shifting. The plan he has to destroy the Sentinels can really work. Logic said.

Well, is that a bad thing his arguments are logical. Thought you'd like that. Cynicism said

I have no freedom and my mother is at the man's mercy. He might be trying to act nicely now but what happens later on? What if he becomes crueler to me? What happens if he decides to kill my mother anyway? By staying here I am giving him a knife and the permission to stab me whenever he likes. And he'll do anything if he thinks it will make me stronger. So I can destroy his enemies. Logic combed a hand through his hair and paced a few steps from his seat at the middle of the table.

Then what to do -run? We'd just have to deal with Black Eagle and the Brotherhood when we get home. Cynicism asked.

Logic said back. They're looking for Magneto if I don't use my power I can stay under the radar. Remember what he said their sensors can't pick me up unless I'm using my power as I'm not as strong as Magneto. Allot of coincidences need to happen for them to find me. They have to be in the same city and happen to have their machines on as I use my power.

Which is worse anyway?Magneto finding us or the US government? Rebellion asked.

Logic started I can't be sure. Although, I at least know Magento won't experiment on me and wants me alive. He'd find me himself. If the US government knows…

Every government in the world would be looking for me. Logic stopped pacing.

Regardless, the consequences of either finding me would be very... unpleasant. He finished.

No one questioned this.

Logic continued And what about mom? Let's say we get away what about her? She needs stability and has to have certain medicines regularly. Track that and you'll track her and thus me.

Everyone quieted down as no one knew how we'd get around that.

Manipulation said Well the answer to that is simple since we can't carry her with us we don't take her.

What? Optimism fainted just after saying this. As usual no one moved to help him. He was a thought, a piece of my consciousness, how could he have health problems? He can't. But, he can have a flair for the dramatic.

Magneto would torture her until we give in. Logic said

Manipulation cut in I'm not done yet instead we kill her.

What? Everyone said.

Manipulation smirked thinking of how he was finally clever enough to fix an issue that even Logic couldn't solve. They couldn't even grasp the perfection of his plan. How cute. She said she'd die for us yes. Time to collect. It won't even be painful and instead of two people suffering only one person does.

I'd only be responsible for my own welfare as it should be. If we play our cards right we can lure the members of the Brotherhood that know of me into a trap and kill them all. Turn the fact that they want me to be their wildcard against them. Logic you understand yes?

You bastard! Rebellion said

Out! Logic yelled

Manipulation tried to explain some more, but ran off when he saw the absolutely murderous face Logic made.

What a dick. Cynicism said.

He's a useful one though. Logic had to admit.

I refuse to do that. I'd be no different than Magneto. My mother hasn't done anything to me. I won't use her as a pawn as she is innocent and she isn't my enemy. Logic shook his head.

But if Magneto's using her she certainly isn't an asset either. Manipulation said peeking into the room through a door.

Rebellion started running after Manipulation who quickly darted away. He wasn't sure if it were possible for Rebellion to kill him, but he certainly didn't want to find out.

And cut! Thought you've seen the last of me? Not a chance. The question of the day is What would you do in Chris's shoes? If an extremist has a point then why not join them? Afterall today's extremist if they play their cards right can be tomorrow's national hero. It all depends on which side wins.

Also which is your favorite of Chris's emotions? I like Logic because he gets things done when no one else can, but he's also tied with Cynicism because of his endless snark. Notice that when Logic is overwhelmed Cynicism picks up the slack- he's actually the second in command after that it's Rebellion. I'll explain more later, but these emotions are the Big Three. They are the most influential emotions Chris has and generally determine how he acts and thinks.

And now we also learn about Chris's significant importance to Magneto's cause. Destroying the Sentinels is huge and would leave humanity pretty helpless. Magneto diffidently loves that idea.

Don't make the mistake of assuming Chris is weak though. A mighty willow tree will snap in two if it can't be flexible and bend to the wind. He's in a very bad spot and right now he's being flexible so that Magneto doesn't actually snap his mind like a twig with pain and torture. And he can do this. Everyone has a breaking point.