Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora and Granite, and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But the character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.

Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath

And for reviewer Blix Howlett, Sorry about the typo on adamantium, didn't know for sure. About for Yuriko, I never knew she had a code name so I made one up. I think I may stick with Orion though, cos it's something to do with the disc thingies.. Yeah. o.o Thanks! I'll do the spelling correctly in future. :P

Chapter 11

Charles bristled gently in his seat, aware that now he was very alone. His dark eyes flashed down to Storm upon the floor, then to the unconscious Logan who still hovered.

Scott still remained with his eyes shut, his breathing laboured as his ears strained to hear his surroundings clearly.

"Erik..." Said Charles calmly, "Why are you here?"

Magneto chuckled, arms folding over his chest the cape draped over his left arm, a lift of his free hand and a piece of scrap metal from the debris fixed Scott firmly to the wall, his head now forced to look in Charles direction, "I've had enough of you and your X-Men disturbing my plans for a righteous world." Orion and Mystique had now joined Magneto, stood by his side, "And I intend to put a stop to it right now." He said softly, a threatening tone, "But what am I to do with you? All those times you have had chance to kill me, and you never did." He chuckled softly, "You're going to regret it."

"No." Charles said softly, "You need to see the right way about this."

Erik frowned, his expression turning fierce, "You have known me long enough to discover that I will never change, Charles. My idea's will remain firm."

Charles watched him with a saddened expression, "Then let it be, me and my team will always be around to stop you."

Magneto gave a soft laugh, appreciative chuckles from his female minions, "Is that so? Well, it's not going so well now is it?" He mused, the upright hand turning abruptly and sending Logan crashing to the floor. He landed beside Storm with a heavy thud. Magneto's other palm extended to the broken window and in gently glided Pyro who dropped to his feet beside Magneto, "Seems the lure of the X-Men isn't enough for your students anymore. I tell you. They want more, they want humans to vanish. They want power!"

Charles sent his eyes to Pyro, giving him a disapproving glare. One that was always ever confident and powerful. Magneto felt Pyro twitch gently beneath his hand, which held firmly upon his shoulder, "Now Charles. The end has come. You and your precious X-Men won't be around for much longer." He shook his head gently, "I don't want to kill you Charles. So why not back down when I remove and end the X-Men."

"Never." Came the firm reply, powerful glare still upon Magneto.

"Fine, you can come and watch as I kill off your team, and allow you to decide whether you should change that comment, old friend."

Magneto's hand lifted and he controlled Charles chair, at the same time he carried Logan along in mid-air. Pyro walked calmly by Magneto's side, Orion and Mystique brought the rest of the X-Men along. Scott's head always being held upon Charles firmly by Orion. They passed through, not noticing Kurt sat high on the ceiling on a beam, watching this. In an instant he disappeared.

Magneto had conveniently chosen a room on the lower ground level, since all objects in there were made of metal they could all be easy moved by his will. The metal chairs that lined the room where ripped from the screws that held them down and were pulled firmly together. Each X-Men was placed into these seats, strips of metal holding them firmly in place. Storm and Logan remained unconscious, their drooped heads not flinching to any movement.

Magneto paced in front of them all, smirking as Scott gave a pained grunt. His chair was firmly facing Charles. Charles was merely staring across to Magneto icily. He made no movement as restraint was dropped over his lap and wrists; he continued to glare at Magneto unforgivingly.

"I suppose this was a sight you never thought you'd see." Quipped Magneto softly, "You and your X-Men under my control, under my rules? Hm?"

Charles's expression never changed, nor did his eyes flinch from Magneto.

"I should have done this years ago." Said Magneto softly, expression of hatred as he glanced to the other X-Men, "I should have killed you all." He breathed, eyes narrowing.

Charles's eyes closed and he let out a small sigh. He didn't really want to do it. But it would be the X-Men's remaining hope.

Magneto watched him in a scrutinizing manner, eyes glancing to the Brother hood, suspecting that he may be trying to control them.

Far across the school, in a large room lined with chairs and shelves of food sat every student of Xavier's School, by the doorway was Kurt.

^Kurt.. ^

Kurt blinked and looked around, "Huh? Professor?"

^Telepathy.^ Came the soft voice, ^Kurt, you are our last hope, Magneto has got me and the rest of the X-Men captive.^

The blue mutant gasped softly, shaking his head gently, "I knew it. I saw Magneto showing you way through corridor. I suspect this bad thing. But I stayed with children. I promised."

Magneto frowned and gave Charles a rough shove on his shoulder, "Stop getting into other peoples minds Charles." Charles remained unresponsive for he was going through a plan with Kurt.

Charles's eyes opened and he glared upwards to Magneto, "You'll never succeed."

Magneto studied him suspiciously, "What are you getting at Charles?" He hissed softly, his face close to his. The growing silence between them was broken as screams came from behind Magneto. Magneto turned and glared, glancing round. Pyro, Mystique and Orion had all disappeared, and a lighter remained on the floor, spinning gently. The only evidence of any occurrence was a fading wisp of blue smoke.

"That's it Charles's.. You really have broken my tolerance. I will not put up with you and your disruption!!" His hand raised, a slab of metal flying over above Charles. A cloud of blue smoke appeared above the metal, which was held upon by Kurt and as he disappeared, the metal evaporated into the swirling blue smoke. Magneto staggered, glaring round the room, becoming highly uncomfortable.

"Very well Charles.." He breathed softly, fiercely glaring down upon him, "I will end this." All of a sudden a loud rumble was heard above and various objects in the room shuddered at the vibration. Another thud, several distant screams, another thud. Each noise made caused Magneto to slowly smile, "It's over Charles."

An unearthly roar shuddered the surroundings before the ceiling caved it, lights flickered and alarms screamed as a large form landed from the disrupted hole, straightening to face Magneto.

It was an extremely tall and wide male, muscles bulged from every piece of flesh, a strong grip flexing menacingly as tiny black eyes flickered upon Charles. An oddly cut nose of a sharp point emitted a raspy sound of breathing, a strong jaw line shifted as his great chest heaved. As the lights around flickered, his skin texture was extremely peculiar, a mottled grey, almost like...

"Granite!" Said Magneto loudly in front of Charles, bearing a proud expression, "Another mutant who is finally seeing the way round this human problem."

Granite growled softly, coming to stand beside Magneto, though just behind him, respectfully. He was incredibly tall; at least 8ft, and he towered over Magneto, casting him into shadow.

Charles watched the pair with intense dislike, expression ever solemn.

A faint grunt from the far corner signalled all eyes in that direction. Logan shifted softly struggling beneath the metal. His eyes were still closed, but he was gradually coming to. Magneto stepped over, intending to send him back into the dull world of unconsciousness before Kurt appeared and grabbed Logan by his broad shoulders and teleported him to the other side of the room.

Logan staggered gently, but Kurt supported him. Slowly, eyes opened upon his relaxed visage and it immediately twisted in a glare of hatred as he spotted Magneto. Kurt stepped to his side, both men ready for whatever may come.

Magneto chuckled softly, "You don't get it do you Wolverine?" Magneto's palm lifted and Logan hit the wall with a heavy thud. He growled, struggling at this force.

"And you.." Hissed Magneto softly, glaring to Kurt. Granite roared and strode over, feet shattering the ground and sending a heavy rumble throughout the room. He rose a fist and sent it at Kurt who teleported instantly. The scene could have been classed as amusing, for every time the dim-witted Granite lunged an attack upon Kurt, he merely disappeared and reappeared elsewhere.

Scott gasped softly, turning his head as if looking around the room with firmly shut eyes, "Kurt.. When you can, grab my visor from Orion."

"Ich soll." Muttered Kurt, disappearing instantly from the lunging fist that hit the metal fittings and crushed the wall immensly. Kurt reappeared, handing Scott the visor before he shifted from another blow from Graphite.

Now Scott turned, blasting the metal that bound him in place. He leaped to his feet, fingers neatly flexing and sending a red laser at Magneto who yelled when it struck and hit the far wall with a cry. At this Granite roared and turned, sending his fist to Scott. Logan had now dropped for the force that held him firm disappeared. Fists stretched and claws shot out of bare knuckles, "Come on.." He growled running towards Granite and dragging his claws through the stone that was his skin. Out of the slashes oozed a orange liquid that ran down his exterior and formed in place where the slashes had been, regenerating the stone. It was lava.

Kurt continued to teleport around the room, landing on top of Magneto then disappearing before repeating this process. Each time he landed he would strike Magneto to the floor.

The room was in chaos, screams and roars shuddering the walls and being heard up in the libary were the students lay.

Rogue and Bobby were sat, curled up side by side against the wall, Rogue wincing every time she heard a painful shout. Bobby sighed softly, gently giving her a careful hug as she sat sobbing.

A loud roar of pain shuddered the chandliers that lined the ceiling. Rogue recognised the sound. It was Logan. She stood to her feet, running to the door, wiping tears from her cheeks.

Bobby stood up, horrified, "Rogue!"

Rogue turned, glairng furiously at him from a stubborn strand of white, "We must do something. I can't bear this."

With that she turned and barged through the oak doors, running down the silent corridor that echoed her footsteps, every time a angry cry and a blast roared through the building she would press herself further, Bobby close behind.