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Summary: Different Points of View concerning the cure during the third Movie.

Magneto: A Living Hell

Einstein once said that only two things were infinite: the Universe and human stupidity, and he was not so sure about the first.

They announced on the news that Mutation was a disease that should be gotten rid of.

The Homo Sapiens wish to 'cure' us.

The announcement could not have come at a better time.

There is a war brewing between Mutants and Mankind, and everyone knows it. This 'cure' will seem like a blessing to some few mutants, but it will enrage countless more. Countless who believe that Mutation is not something to be ashamed of, but something that lifts them up, to a higher existence than mere humans.

I have seen this "Cure" first hand, when we were retrieving Mystique from the government prison. The guard was about to shoot me with the cure, when Mystique saw an deliberately stood in the way.

I have never seen anything so terrible since the holocaust.

Her body started to jerk and twitch. Then the visible change began.

It was like watching her transform into another of her impersonations, but in a twisted, perverse and horrifying, because she transforming into her pre-mutated state, from which there would be no return.

Despite what others may think, I am capable of feeling, and I did care for Mystique, loved her, even. But sacrifices must be made for the greater good, and to maintain credibility, I could not allow her to remain one of us.

The betrayal on her face was terrible to see, and I wished that there could be any way to avoid severing ties to her. But I had no choice.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but you are not one of us anymore."

I saw the disbelief and anger on her face as I spoke, and felt more than a touch of foreboding. If nothing else, Mystique was a survivor and a fighter, and those who angered her had a tendency to regret it for a very long time.

I had a sinking feeling that, as young Pyro would say, this was going to return to bite me on the ass.

When I smelled Charles's pet dog sniffing around, I accelerated our plans. We would move to the source of the cure on Alcatraz Island, leaving Multiple behind as a distraction.

It appears that the humans do learn, after all. They have learned that using metal against me is both useless and, more often than not, counter-productive. Now they are using plastic, in the knowledge that I will find it harder to disarm them.

This is unexpected, but does not change things too drastically.

In chess, the pawns are sacrificed first. In the attack, the weaker of our ranks were sent in to thin the opponent's ranks, and use up as many of their "cure weapons" as possible.

Of course, the X-Men just had to show up as reinforcements.

They are good fighters, but they will never learn. By now, One would think that the Wolverine would have caught on to the fact that when you have an adamantinum skeleton, it is unwise to go up against the Master of Metal.

It turned out that he has, and was only a distraction for the Blue mutant of theirs, Beast, to sneak up and inject me with the serum.

After the Holocaust, after they had numbered me as though I was nothing more than an animal, I had sworn that no needle would ever again mark my skin.

Now a needle - or three, if One must be picky - has pierced my flesh again, but this time it has done far, far worse than a tattooed brand.

It has turned me into the thing that I hate most. A homo sapien. "I'm…"

Wolverine nods as he confirms my horrified statement. "One of them."

My worst waking Nightmare.

It is ironic, perhaps, that the one person who was considered the world's greatest terrorist, is now reduced to an old man, siting in the park playing one-sided chess and watching children play.

I have discovered, however, that the cure dosage depends on the mutant's power level. I was one of the most powerful mutants alive. I was injected with three doses.

I lift my hand, and one of the cheap metal pieces that I am playing with, the Dark Queen, trembles.

It is a very little movement, but it offers me hope for the future.

A small consolation, in my Living Hell.

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