A/N: Xavier was a character that I took more or less from the comics, especially the times he's gone wild and seemed a lot more of a villain then a hero. Actually, I was trying to keep away from the "I'm right you're wrong" theme the Evo series have got going, where the brotherhood is evil no matter what they do and there is absolutely no way they could be half as human as the X Men. It's a little funny for me to try and get Xavier in a light other then the carrying old grandfather who wants to make the world a better place. Also, that accent is evil!!
So, if you consider this thing to be complete trash because Xavier confesses himself to be evil, go screw yourself. I could care less.
I consider myself to be a master behind a canvas, painting the world of the future while taking inspiration from the past. My paints are the X men and my artist's block is Erick, who I have once thought of as a friend, as I still do.
This dance that the children perform for me, is a masterpiece greater then I could ever write. They see the steps I put down for them and they follow my lead and become better and better every time Erick forces them to stop. They dance and dance and they will never be conquered because neither Erick, nor Mystique, nor the Brotherhood will ever have as much confidence in their cause as the X Men do. They will be victorious and bring my masterpiece to an end.
I do not pretend to care what will happen to Erick, nor his children, nor the people like Rogue who are caught in the middle of this dance. I do not pretend to care that this masterpiece of mine might ruin all if it is not seen first by those who wish to burn it.
My masterpiece will make the humans and mutants, homo sapient and homo superior, unit and become one in a world which will no longer fear anyone but the Brotherhood and Erick, who will no doubt try to intercept me. And I do not need to get beneath that absurd helmet of his to understand that he will not stop until the humans bow before us.
I am evil. And if anyone out there isn't, please do forgive me for not being you. And I have read enough and seen enough to know that no one out there deserves that apology.
We are so far removed from perfection that no one on this earth could possibly make a masterpiece such as this for anything other then their own deluded dreams and half imagined legacies. We are all evil. Even Scott, who would do nothing to harm another unless it was in my command, is evil.
As I have confessed, I, along with the population of this earth and possibly the rest of the universe, am evil. I make this masterpiece because I wish to leave behind a world that would weep at my funeral, not dance upon my grave because of my superiority.
My power allows me to see into the hearts of those around me, I can tell with a glace that there are those of us who wish to leave, and there are those of us who would do anything for my cause, and I am relieved by both, because it would be nothin to me if I won a victory using those who are too stupid to see what I do.
Erick, however, doesn't care.
That is why he cares not that he brotherhood would leave him for a better home any given day, neither does he care that his son sees him as simply a shadow who does nothing but contemplate my next move.
Which, if I may so brag, is impossible.
Oh, he sees this as well as I do, he sees that his masterpiece is painted with the blood of children who could care less. He sees that he is a monster and that after he defeats me (again, it is impossible) he will be burned at the stake by my many followers.
He could care less, because, he, like I, is wholly concentrated on the single point of light that is the future, a time when mutants rule, or a time when mutants and humans create the greatest civilization the world has ever seen.
Frankly, it has become my hobby, to feed upon the confidence of the X Men while I plan what to do to bring about the rebellion.
And every rebellion, as the history books tell, is started by a man with a dream and his followers, be they few or many.
I have a dream, and followers, and the resources that Erick doesn't need because the lack of funds makes him twice determined to win.
And of course, a rebellion would be the perfect legacy.
I am a master of paints and dance and music. I make the way for those of no skills to walk my paths and become a part of something that will forever be remembered.
I use those around me and make them think they're using me.
And, as I said, I could care much, much less.
Erik has determination, and paints, and the idea for a masterpiece, which will be written in blood. He holds the keys to the powers of the Brotherhood, and he can use these as well as any.
He has not the mastering of manipulation, though.
That is our greatest argument and his greatest failure.
Manipulation is necessary for life, and devotion, and for followers to walk in the paths as wholly as any can. It is essential for our plans.
Erik, being his ignorant and proud self, believes that laying the cards on the table will make others believe his honesty for everything else. I believe that he is full of shit.
The Brotherhood, as I have told him, trusts him no more because he has let them see that they mean nothing to him. Now they simply fear his power and are drawn to it because it will give them life where none other will.
Oh, they may live with him willingly, rather then going to the X Men, but they trust him little, certainly less then the do each other, even though that loyalty was never acknowledged, they still trust each other because these children have no reason to lie to others in their position. I suppose that there is sense in that.
I am a master of paints. I lead a rebellion; I defeat Erik and his absurd ideas of conquest. And yet I am also the devil incarnated, for I use children who cannot as yet see my evilness. But, like Erik has told me so often, "You have enough money to encompass your heart in gold, but not enough for a heart to encompass."
Oh, and I completely agree, hearts are way too expensive. "So are brains," as I've told Erik.
End
A/N: ok…so he's evil! I have to say that I think it's a character with more dimension then the "ever forgiving and over all perfect" professor. Him and Jean have the same problem in the series, they're both one-dimensional and over all perfect. Which I plan to change.