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Chapter Thirteen

Foyer, super evil mutant, was exhausted. But he was also restless. He needed to kill somebody, but he also wanted to haunt them in their nightmares before he got to the actual bloodshed. He needed to give them their nightmares much quicker...

There was no other way. Back when he killed the three teenage boys, he had brought them all into the same dream. It was thoroughly and utterly exhausting, but it was worth it in the end!

He had tried to enter the minds of that gothic looking girl with the white stripes in her hair, and the Cajun with the red eyes, the bald man in the wheelchair, the redheaded teenager. He tried and he had failed. They all had strong mental blocks, and Foyer wondered if they were all telepaths.

But so far, he only had two victims to his nightmares. Two lousy victims. Tomorrow night, he would try more than one person. Then, he would see whom to choose.

But Clarence Foyer was tired, and he did what he needed most. Collapsed in a bed and fell into a deep sleep. Later, he would check on them.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Charles massaged his temples wearily, after explaining to his one-time friend about Miss Smith's dream.

Magneto stroked his chin thoughtfully, his brow furrowed.

"So, Charles, I guess this mutant's becoming more of a threat than I thought," he stated, "And he knows of your X-Men."

"Yes," Charles sighed, rubbing the back of his scalp.

"So we need to keep a better watch on hi-Pyro, stop that," Magneto snapped in annoyance at the pyromaniac that stood behind him, flicking his lighter open and then closing it again. He hastily put the said lighter in his pocket.

"I never thought I'd be saying this, but," Magneto began, glancing at Xavier, "but I guess it's well that we have three telepaths on our side."

Charles raised his eyebrow slightly.

"I mean, we could find out what he's up to. Search for him. Have an advantage..." he trailed off.

Charles sighed, "Yes, I suppose you are right, Magnus."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Magneto, once known as a man named Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, stood in the gazebo at the Xavier's Institute For Gifted Youngsters. Looking out into the starry night, Magneto slowly took off his helmet, resting it on the ledge, his hand placed on top of it. The soft wind felt cool and soothing against his face, ruffling his soft-white hair slightly. He remembered when things were so simple, when he and Charles were still great friends. When he sat in front of the fire with his wife at his side, their daughter playing with her toys on the floor in front of them.

When did life suddenly become so much more different?

Magneto sighed, memories flooding through his mind. Images that he had buried in the back of his head a long time ago, resurfaced.

'Poppa! I'm burning! It hurts!'

'You're not the man I married! What have you done with my husband?'

'Oh, Magda...'

'Sweet, sweet, little Anya. No more. No more 'poppa' no more...Anya... they will pay...they will all pay...my little Anya..."

'Schneller! Schneller! Dreckige Juden!' [1]

'I can't breath!'

'Father! Father! Don't leave me here!'

'Remember, Jew scum, you wash yourself with the flesh of your parents...'

'Have you seen my wife?'

'I'm suffocating!'

'She's gone, no more, burned. Burned. They burned her. They burned my daughter. My poor, sweet little Anya...'

'Father! Father!'

Magneto gasped and shook his head to clear his head of the voices. Where had all that come from? The echo of Wanda's voice as she pleaded with him to not leave her at the asylum shook him. He scanned around the area, watching as a crow flew off into the dark, velvety black sky.

"What on Earth was all that about?" he asked to himself, taking his helmet and slipping it back over his head. He exited the gazebo and walked briskly towards the mansion to collect his Acolytes so they can leave.

*~*~*~*~*

Right as Magneto was about to exit the mansion with his Acolytes and head to the metal transportation balls, Charles stopped him.

"Magnus, I sensed something before you walked in, when you were standing out by the gazebo," Charles said, giving him a pointed look. Magneto returned the look with a glare that said, "Don't say a word"

Magneto turned towards the door, only to be interrupted again.

"Fa- uh, Sir!" his son called from behind him, and Magneto turned, not surprised to find Pietro standing just barely two inches away from him. His son backed up a little bit.

"Uh, you're heading out to those, moving metal bubble things?" he asked. Magneto narrowed his eyes.

"Metal spherical transportation devices," Magneto corrected curtly.

"Uh, yeah, well," Pietro fidgeted slightly, "So, can we, the Brotherhood, we can go back to the house now, right?"

"No," he answered, "You will stay here at least another day unless it is not alright with Professor Xavier." He met Charles's eyes. The telepath nodded.

"Charles, I want you to inform me if you find out anything before our meeting tomorrow," Magneto said, finally leaving.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The X-Men, New Recruits, and the Brotherhood all sat at the dining room table, eating breakfast. The Brotherhood made sure that they stayed as far away from the X-Men as possible, choosing seats together at the far end of the table. Dark glares were exchanged throughout breakfast.

Charles sat at the head of the table, Logan at his left, Beast at Logan's left, and Storm at Charles's right. They tried not to make things too awkward for the Brotherhood boys (and one girl), suggesting that they should join in the games, Danger Room sessions, or swimming in the pool, if there was absolutely nothing to do. They flat out refused.

"Hey, uh, Lance," Kitty, said, appearing behind the rock tumbler after phasing up the floor. Lance turned around, chewing on a piece of sausage. He swallowed.

"Hey, Kitty," he said back. She looked a little nervous.

"Uh, if you want, you wanna, like, go to the mall or a movie later or something?" she asked, blushing slightly.

"Sure," he grumbled, turning back to the table. Hadn't it been Kitty who had embarrassed him? Wasn't it Kitty who had always called him a 'hood', as if he hadn't been good enough for her? 'Be as neutral as possible,' Lance thought, 'Do not show that you're secretly excited inside. Shows vulnerability.'

Kitty looked flustered, but she just phased through the floor, feeling slightly humiliated.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Sorry for the terribly short chapter. I'm having a little trouble with this story and a few others. But, I hope this is better than nothing. Explains a teeny bit about what Foyer's doing at the moment. Which is, sleeping, or maybe spying. Read carefully. Not my best, but it will have to do.

Some of the little flashbacks Magneto was having I took from my story, "Blood is Thicker Than Water"

[1] Schneller! Schneller! Dreckige Juden! – Faster! Faster! Dirty Jews!

SPoOkZ13412- Thanks for the review

Dreama- Jean won't be able to have a dream because of mental blocks. Same with the Professor, Mastermind, Rogue, and Gambit. But I don't always do worst fears, sometimes it's worst memories, or both combined. But in the comics, when Jean was little, she witnessed her best friend get hit by a car and die. I would say that is one of her worst memories, and her worst fear would probably be something happening to Scott. Thanks for your review!

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The Hog of Hedges- That's okay, everybody's cranky once in a while. I'm known in my house to be hotheaded, which isn't really a good thing. Glad you liked Tabby's dream. Now, keep in mind that everybody who has a dream isn't necessarily going to kick the bucket. But whoever dies WILL have had a dream, obviously. Foyer's just trying to get as many people in as he can before he wants to kill 'em. But anyhoo, hope this chapter's not too much of a disappointment, because I'm not exactly happy with it. But in order for me to write another good chapter, I have to finish the not-as-great one and post it. Thanks for your review!

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Pauline L.- Yeah, I thought the dream was okay. Not the greatest, but I liked it. Thanks for your review!

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Crazyspaceystracey- Wanda's going to have a dream, don't worry. Except, lets just say that it isn't going to be as...nice as the others. When you read it, you'll know what I mean. Thanks for the review!