Hey people, so this is where the story coincides with the first x-men film, but I think I have a lot of work to do as I feel like I should be writing better. This is what always happens if I get into a story for too long, I can't help it, I have so many ideas for where to take it for some scenes in films or TV shows, and then the other trivial things that I have to add to keep it flowing, it takes so much longer for me.

Luckily I know what I'm doing with Aqua and Pyro, I know I want to go on and write about after X-men:the last stand...it's just getting there. For the people who are still reading this and are enjoying it thank you so much, it really is helping when I think the work isn't good enough or needs changes here and there.

i want to make this my longest story because I really love the X-men characters and the ones I've create (if that doesn't sound vain or something) and I really want to finish this for them and for you people who have stuck with it. Its chapter 16 (what I've just finished writing) and even though I'm trying to keep the flow and emotion it's also getting everything from the films as well in their perspectives.

I'm just going on wait too long with this, but I needed to get it out 's probably best written on this chapter as this one was the one I struggled on the most, I don't know why, I think I lost the imagination or something for a bit. I actually forgot how long it took to write about scenes in a film, I did it ages ago for another story for supernatural and it was only a one minute scene but there was a lot of dialogue to remember. fair to say in the end I out the film on and muted it (having the subtitles up) and fast forwarded to the scenes I needed and then went back over them with sound for extra detail,and stuff. It took a while, and I'm not complaining because I want to put effort into this one, which I haven't done on a story for a while.

thanks to SuperNaturalxxFreak, Tiger Mutant and BatBabe66 for the reviews.

In regards to yours tiger mutant, I wasn't sure whether that was a good reaction or not XD.

SuperNaturalxxFreak ~ I do have plans for pyro and Aqua, but if people like to see separate series of one-shots in those three weeks than I'd happily do them, it's whether would want to see more of the couple.

BatBabe66 ~ thank you XD I realise I wrote a lot of drama pretty quickly, but I had time then, and I will likely get more time as this term is only four weeks before another week break...so glad when the four weeks are up!

disclaimer: I only own OCs

with that done, on with the chapter...

A warning to the prophet,

The liar, the honest,

This is war,

To the leader, the pariah,

The victor, the messiah,

This is war,

30 Seconds To Mars ~ This Is War

"Erik"

The mutant stopped in his tracks, that voice, the wise tone that once held a young man's life. Now it was simply wise, and it pained the mutant's eardrums.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why ask a question to which you already know the answer to, Charles?" Magneto responded to his once friend turned rival, hoping to escape unnoticed by the telepath, but alas he was always in the places Magneto didn't want him to be.

He had already heard enough of the homosapiens, with their demands for laws to be made against mutants, how primitive. He still wondered why Charles stood by them, after all the hate and speeches the senators made against them, he still believed there could be peace.

"Don't give up on them Erik." The old mutant sighed, however, there was a sense of a plead in his tone, as of trying to appeal to Magneto's humanity, such a hypocritical phrase.

"What would you have me do Charles? I've heard these arguments before." Magneto replied, barely hinting at the barbaric events of the nineteen forties, but Charles knew the mutant too well and knew the hint as if he was downright speaking the words.

"It was a long time ago, mankind has evolved since then."

Magneto doubted that, Senator Kelly made it perfectly clear what his actions towards mutants were, and it was similar to the event he would not directly name, he did not need to.

"Yes...into us."

Magneto sighed internally, he could feel Charles trying rattle inside his head, learn what he was up to the easy way. He was also searching information on one of his old students, clearly wondering what had become of her in his care, but as Magneto knew he wouldn't be able to get inside his head.

"Are you searching around in here, Charles? Whatever are you looking for?" Magneto teased, tapping two fingers at the side of his head, a silent mimicry of what Charles used to do when he was a young man still learning to use telepathy.

"I'm looking for hope." Charles replied, mysterious riddles a continuous answer to most questions asked to him. There were multiple ideas he could mean, it could be he believed that hope could make his old friend see humanity had evolved from primitive ways, it could be hope that a war wouldn't begin, but there was one other option, this one Magneto played on.

"Your old student is no more, if you had shown trust in her, encouraged her growing power...she wouldn't have so willingly joined the brotherhood." Magneto enlightened, both of the old mutants knowing it to be true. Charles sighed anciently, he wanted to know what had become of Samantha King, true, but he also needed to know what Erik had been doing within the year she had spent in his care, knowing his plans had been pushed forward for a while.

"Don't underestimate her Erik, she is more powerful than you could ever imagine, if she decides to turn against you...you cannot fight against her." He warned Erik, having learnt so much more about her father's tests since he last saw the broken mutant. Erik scoffed internally, she had power, but he didn't doubt he could stop her if necessary.

"You underestimate me Charles, you underestimate her loyalty." He concluded, finally turning around slowly to see Charles in his wheelchair. It was a sorry sight, and the slightest clink of guilt appeared in Magneto's gut, remembering the exact bullet that had triangulated into Charles's spine on that cruel beach.

Magneto pushed the guilt away, it was not his fault, it was humanity's fault, that agent who had shot at him, he was forced to defend himself, he couldn't help Charles being in the line of fire. Or that's what he told himself every day after the event, and the more he told himself, the more he believed it.

"I will bring you hope, old friend. And I ask only one thing in return. Don't get in my way." He warned, tapping his hat once in goodbye before walking away.

"We are the future, Charles, not them! They no longer matter." Magneto finished, walking purposely away without looking back, never seeing the blank expression on Charles's face. However his eyes revealed tiredness, tiredness caused by the years the two elderly mutants spent arguing with each other. But there was also another reason for his tiredness, he had been using Cerebro every day in an attempt to find Samantha King, as he had promised her brother...he would do anything to bring her home.

"They do matter Erik...much more than you will ever know." Charles sighed, his rival long gone.

I threw the book away in rage, gripping my black hair tightly as it somehow managed to enclose the anger. I hated this, I hated waited for an event I knew would happen, that was the curse of witnessing the future...I had to wait for it to happen.

I found myself spending most of my days in the library, reading though every book I could get my hands on. I didn't go to lessons, or ones I weren't dragged to by Elijah, who seemed to act like a father figure since Sammy ran away. I must admit I liked the mutant, he seemed to understand what I was going through, he saw that I was struggling without my sister.

I was exhausted, everyday I submerged myself in water, forcing more dreams upon me, just to know where my sister was. But it wouldn't work, something was clouding her, clouding her from me.

Sammy, please come back...

I pleaded, this plead being the trillionth time in the last year. I knew she would never return, why would she when she found somewhere that gave her what she needed?

Family, purpose.

I rubbed my eyes, this exhaustion slowly killing me. But I couldn't sleep, I refused to sleep until the mutant Rogue walked through the X-mansion's doors, along with the amnestied Logan. For the second time he had found himself in the worst of situations and got shot, in the head, again. Honestly, I swear he went looking for trouble.

"Do I have to drag you to mutant ethics again?" Elijah's scolding voice suddenly spoke from in front of me. I looked up lazily, resting my arms on the wooden table as I was surrounded by piles of books. He was smirking at me, something that had become gradually common the more he knew me. It was surreal, of course Professor X, Dr Grey and Professor Munroe gave me extra attention (either because they feared I would turn to the brotherhood as well, or because I needed the comfort) but he was the only one that pushed me into lessons, pushed me to live my own life.

He sighed, crouching beside me with an arm around my shoulders.

"Professor X is doing all he can to find Samantha." He comforted, but I shook my head depressively, knowing it was in vain.

"He's been using Cerebro for a year trying to find her, and he's no closer to finding the brotherhood." I stated lowly, my voice deeper as puberty kicked in, my height suddenly shooting up to level with Bobby. Elijah gripped my left shoulder because he knew it was true, everyday Professor X used Cerebro in an attempt to locate them, every time it tired him to no end but he would not give up.

"The one thing I know about Erik Lehnsherr, is that he sees every mutant as family, he'll be sure to help her survive the best he can. She's safe Isaac, that's the only comfort I can give you." He told me with a smile, because he knew Erik like a brother, an elderly powerful brother.

Reluctantly I nodded my head, Elijah standing up with a sigh. This was what Sammy had left me with, one old mutant who aged slower than the Gods (I had taken a liking to reading Norse, Greek and Roman mythology, I needed something fantasy based to escape from reality) and an enrolment in Xavier's school for gifted youngsters, however, I hardly ever went to lessons unless forced to.

"I just want my sister back." I revealed, barely able to keep my eyes open. Elijah bowed his head, gazing at me with sympathetic eyes.

"We all know Isaac, we want to see her safely here too." He finished, disappearing with his smoke, leaving me with a clustered conscious. I yawned loudly, thinking it was about time I tried to get some sleep. I trusted that Elijah would put away my piles of books, stumbling out of the chair as I lazily walked towards the dorm I shared with Connor.

Connor had joined a month ago, his mutation was awesome, he could teleport short distances in a glow of orange rays, which he used to cheat when we played basketball. Like most kids he was shy at first, but he quickly found his feet and could be classed as one of the younger clowns of school.

As I rounded one of the corners (I had decided to run before all the energy was drained out of me completely) and bumped into Pyro. He seemed annoyed by me crashing into his shoulder, his baggy red t-shirt not giving much protection. He had become even more of a trouble maker, creating small fireballs in class, insulting people with sarcasm, apparently he was worse than before Sammy came along according to Bobby.

"Watch where you're going next time." He grumbled, pushing past me. I was going to just ignore him as I had been for the whole year, but something pushed me to follow him. He was walking up the wide stairs in a hasty but bored fashion. I sprinted up, attempting to walk next to him. As we reached the top, he purposely twisted around and prodded my chest, clearly not wanting me to follow him.

"I don't care what you have against me, leave me the fuck alone." He seethed, gripping his lighter tightly, his white knuckles just able to be seen under the long sleeves. He was right, I did have something against him, but he hadn't even done it yet so it was just me being cruel.

"Sam really cared about you, the reason she left was because she was too afraid, she was afraid everyone would abandon her." I told him, thinking he deserved the truth as to why she left, even if it made little difference to his attitude. He only grew angrier at the name, quite glad that the name had ceased to be talked about, I was the only one that even dared speak it.

"She made her choice, she abandoned us. You want to continue trying to find her? Fine. But leave me out of it. I stopped giving a crap a long time ago." He mocked, storming down the corridor on the right without looking back. He was lying. Deep down he still gave a crap, but he felt betrayed, same with everyone that knew her.

The sound of slamming doors rumbled downstairs, my head snapping to look down as Professor Summers stumbled inside with a large unconscious lump draped over his shoulders, he grunted, the lump looking heavy. Professor Munroe hurried behind him, she was comforting a girl I hadn't seen before.

It's her...

I concluded with bulging eyes, the skittish girl shivering in a large green coat, the hood masking most of her features but I knew it was the same one. I rushed down the steps, jumping the last two as I stood next to Professor Monroe, who was wearing the X-men uniform.

"Isaac, can you go and help Scott?" She asked me, using the honey sweet tone of hers. I nodded my head sharply, taking one last look at the girl who I knew was named Rogue, seeing how she felt comfortable with Professor Monroe being so close to her.

I rushed to catch up with Professor Summers, squeezing past him to open one of the wood-carved doors. He looked up to see who was helping him behind the red visor, smiled briefly before getting a better grip on the lump, this being an unconscious Logan.

"Thanks, you know you coulda warned us it was Logan." He said through another lot of grunts, to which a rare smirk spread across my face.

"Where's the fun in that? Anyway, I've decided to keep the visions to myself from now on." I explained, deeming too many people knowing the future a bad call, especially after Sammy running off.

"Professor X won't like that, we didn't name you Mancio for nothing you know." He countered, slipping inside the door as I closed it again, walking in front of him if anymore doors needed to be open that lead to the lower levels where Dr Grey was working.

I rolled my eyes at the name, I didn't like it, it meant he who foretells the future, but I didn't want to tell people anymore, it wasn't safe. It all started after students in school decided to have code names, this being because most of the adults had them, and they were X-men and to students that means one day they might be known as those code names.

Fair to say it was Elijah that came up with it, and it stuck, but luckily it was only said as an inside joke rather than an actual code name. I still hated it though.

"He may not like it, but I can't go telling people the future, it might jeopardise everything." I explained, opening another door for Professor Summers to walk through, the repeated action quickly getting boring. I was right though, in films people shouldn't know the future as one act could destroy the world, that was fantasy of course, but reality wasn't that much different.

"Still, it would've been nice to know Logan can't remember anything...again." He mumbled, both of us finally coming up to the elevator that went down to the lower levels of the X-mansion. It slid open sideways, Professor Summers stepping inside before turning around awkwardly to face me, who remained outside the doors.

"Don't worry, he'll still think you're a dick...and he'll still have his eyes on Dr Grey." I assured him, to which I swear Professor Summers raised his eyebrows in an all knowing expression.

"Yep, that's what I'm worried about." He grumbled, meaning that he really didn't want to go over the don't touch my girl talk, but if he wanted Logan to stay away from Dr Grey, he would have to. I took a step back as the doors closed, Professor Summers disappearing behind the wood-panelled wall.

This place is a secret passages jackpot...

I thought, wondering how many secret rooms there were in the old mansion. But I would have to do the exploring later, yawning loudly as the exhaustion kicked in again.

"Definitely time to go to bed." I mumbled, trying once again to get to my dorm without interruptions. As I walked, I couldn't help but picture Sammy walking down the same corridors, learning in the same classrooms, it was like a far away memory and yet it was only a year.

But it was a long, painful year. And I knew Professor X was doing all he could to find her, even if he did, I doubted she would come back. She must have known the truth by now, about Dad and his experiments, about how she could engulf water inside her and then amplify it to larger proportions...she must have known about granddad being killed by Azazal.

If she doesn't already, Magneto won't tell her, he needs her to keep trust in mutants...

I told myself, because I knew that was the one thing he would have kept quiet about. The reason Dad hated mutants, the reason why he wanted to make the cure, because he was afraid that he would lose his family due to another mutant. But he was wrong. He went about it the worst way.

"Why couldn't you just let it go?" I asked to no-one, the question directed at my Dad. He had been placed in jail, after being given five years due to the manslaughter of a mutant. It was disgraceful, it wasn't an accident, but of course the humans took Dad's side because they feared mutants, he deserved at least twenty, if not life for the amount of abuse that he had done to more unknown mutants.

He was a monster. And slowly, I knew Sammy was becoming just like him, except the opposite...she wanted humans to suffer the way we had for so long. Despite that, despite her abandoning everything to join Magneto and his band of mutants set to destroy humanity...I still loved her, I still wanted to go and get her myself.

But the temptation to just stay with her, no matter what Magneto was planning, was too tantalising if I did go against Professor X. I would just have to wait, as per usual.

He despised that damn kid! He was always on his case in one form or another, and as far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to receive such hatred. Actually he probably did deserve it, but not for the reasons Isaac had thrown in at him.

John stormed down the corridor, he didn't exactly have a destination, he just needed to be far away from Isaac. What struck him was that he wanted to open his lighter and create a fireball in his hand, hoping to scare the younger boy off his back, but in the end he walked away as he tried to act like a better person. Even now he was still doing things to prove her right, to prove he was a good guy, and he didn't understand why he was still trying.

She's gone and she's never coming back...so suck it up...

He commanded himself, as he had repeated multiple times since the night she had left. Maybe he could have done something, said something different than the hostile last words he had said, but how was he to know she would try and hurt someone? He didn't see things before they happened, not like Isaac, he should've seen it coming and warned Professor X, surely he would have done something.

"John!"

Not you as well...

He whined internally, knowing that the irritating voice could mean only one person. He sped his pace up, pretending he hadn't heard the tanned girl, but he could hear her rushing feet chase after him.

Why can't people just leave me alone?

He yelled inside his head, but the girl heard his thoughts. She didn't counter them with a sarcastic answer, however she was angry at how he had been dodging her for the year, thinking he was the only person who knew Sam just as much as she did.

"John stop or so help me I'll catch you and slap you to death!"

Johanna telepathically screamed inside John's head, and reluctantly he stopped abruptly and turned around to face her. She was no longer wearing expensive clothes or make-up, her black hair that used to fall in waves down her shoulders was now tied up in messy ponytails.

"What?" He asked impatiently, just wanting a moments peace from everybody, Bobby already nagging in his ear everyday. She glared at his sharp question, to which he sighed and decided to shut up and let her speak.

"Don't pretend you don't care John." She ordered, crossing her arms accordingly. He scoffed, wearing a fake smirk that seemed to be quite malicious.

"Believe me, I'm not pretending." He hissed lowly, attempting to turn around carry on walking. Again he was stopped in his tracks, but there was no tight grip on his shoulder, there wasn't any human contact as Johanna forced him to twist himself around to look at her, hand raised. She was now telekinetic, just like Dr Grey.

He sighed slowly, realising he couldn't run from this. She dropped her hand once he made a faint nod, confirmation that he wouldn't run off again. Now that she had his attention again, she seemed nervous, avoiding his dark eyes as she quickly shoved a small object into his hand, enclosing his fingers over the top of it before he could protest at the contact.

"She would've wanted you to have it. I don't know what it is or why she kept it, all I know, is that this was the last thing her mother ever gave to her before she went to the foster home." She stated with sadness in her tone, she really missed her best friend, she wanted her to come home. With one last look at John, she walked back down the hall towards the stairs.

He watched her briefly, before gazing down at the object she had placed in his hand. It was a tiny plastic figurine, one that he was fifty per cent sure was meant to signify the Greek god Poseidon. He stared at the painted plastic, the majestic blue robe that sparkled in the overhead lights, the old but powerful glare look on the tiny Poseidon's face.

"Hey!" He called after Johanna, who looked back with hope in her eyes, but it was squished straight away as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.

"I don't want it."

He stated simply, dropping the plastic figurine on the floor in front of him before storming off down the corridor. The tiny ting the little figurine made forced tears to cloud her eyes, she at least thought he might understand that the offering was to call a truce between them, once and for all, after the amount of time she had blamed him for Sam leaving.

But he didn't understand, he didn't want to understand. The smirk had disappeared as soon as he turned around, it replaced with a scowl as he forced himself to walk away, to leave the little figurine that had caused a brief millisecond of closure.

He didn't want closure, he wanted to forget her, forget she ever existed. He decreed he wasn't going to mope around like a heart-broken child, no, he was going to be the same John Allerdyce before she had tripped over his outstretched foot. He was going to cause trouble, disrupt class whenever he could, skip lessons for hours at a time. It was the only way to distract his mind away from her, even if it meant everyone thinking he was a dick.

He didn't care...he just didn't care anymore.

I realise just how horrible John was being at that part, but I'm trying to make it more like pyro in x-men 2 but with the slight flickers of his personality change in x-men 3. That sounds weird. I will introduce Aqua next chapter, but I wanted to show the beginning of X-men but also how everyone was after she left.

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