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Chapter Five-The Truth

Two Weeks Later

"Dragon," Magneto said, slowly walking towards the dark-haired angel of death that was covered in blood that was crouched in front of him in the snow.

Dragon looked up at him, his eyes slowly turning back to dark blue. Magneto watched Dragon carefully, like a gazelle eyes a fully grown lion in the savannahs of Africa. The younger male watched the older one with a cold, calculating look. Magneto smiled at the look. He knew that now would be the perfect time to make his move. He had to reason with Dragon, convince him that The Brotherhood needed him, but he knew that Dragon would not be as easily convinced as Phoenix. This Mutant would not do anything, unless it was beneficial to him.

"Dragon," Magneto said again, dropping his voice an octave, hoping that the what he thought to be a calming tone would prevent the man from ripping him apart limb by limb.

"What?" Dragon asked, his spiked-up black hair dripping with blood.

"I have some…information…for you that I think you should know," the old man explained, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet, as if entering the lair of a hibernating predator.

"Either tell me or leave me the fuck alone," Dragon hissed out, his midnight blue eyes narrowing in distrust as he stood up and started to make his way past Magneto.

Magneto grabbed Dragon's shoulder to stop him from leaving, wanting to make himself heard. Dragon stopped mid-walk and turned to Magneto with a glare that made Magneto let go quickly. Dragon's power radiated throughout the cold landscape, making the snow around them start to melt. Magneto backed up a few paces, hoping that he did not have to witness Dragon's abilities firsthand. He felt the raw power emanating from the younger man, and it chilled him.

"Don't…Fucking…Touch…Me," Dragon growled out, emphasizing each word as his glare cut through Magneto like a knife.

"I'm your father."

Dragon's fury burst forth and Magneto was thrown back by a blast of burning hot energy. Magneto's dark eyes widened in fear. He had not expected Dragon to be that powerful. He looked up at his twenty-one-year-old son from where he was thrown and shivered as a cold twinge of dread raced through his veins. He did not know what the younger man was planning, but the psychotic look in his eyes made Magneto want to run from him.

Dragon advanced closer to Magneto, eyeing him like a predator. He could sense Magneto's fear and he enjoyed seeing the older Mutant crumble slowly. He grinned sadistically as he broke into his father's mind and gradually began to break him down. He watched coldly as the older man started to tremble and as a fire started to spread, trailing slowly down the Mutant's thigh. The twenty-one-year-old was going to kill the older man, and they both knew it.

"St-stop," Magneto whimpered, looking up at Dragon, primal fear in his eyes.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you," Dragon hissed back.

The flames flickered dangerously close towards Magneto's stomach, covering him with burns and scars. Nothing was going to be able to heal those scars if he lived. Dragon knew he found the older man in a vulnerable situation. They were in the middle of nowhere with no metal around for Magneto to manipulate. Dragon chuckled softly under his breath as Magneto thrashed to get away from the glowing flames that had attached themselves to his body like leeches, slowly bleeding him of life.

"You never were much of a father figure to me," Dragon said quietly, his voice void of emotion, "But it's okay. I'll just take over The Brotherhood when you die."

Magneto's dark eyes widened as he comprehended what Dragon was planning on doing. His own son was going to kill him and then take over the resistance that he had spent his whole life developing and training. His son was going to take the only family that he had ever known. And Magneto could not do anything about it.

"Son…" Magneto said before he descended into a spiraling black abyss.