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i realise this is a very "Isaac chapter" but I had to portray the stuff leading up to the Liberty Island battle and also to tie up a few things. Also, more Elijah! I realise I haven't added him in a lot, but he's kinda like that really prominent extra in the background of a film XD I don't know, I suddenly seem very hyper even though him tried.
Finally a week off of school, plenty of time to write and also to see X-men: days of future past, so so so excited to see it!
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Okay, time for the chapter now.
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with that done, on with the chapter...
You should have known,
The price of evil,
And it hurts to know,
That you belong here, yeah,
No one to call,
Everybody to fear,
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah,
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare,
Avenged Sevenfold ~ Nightmare
Everyone felt the forceful impact of the X-mansion's front doors slamming open, even more so for me as I sprinted towards them, hoping, praying that the future could be changed. It was insanely late, but I couldn't sleep anyway, not with the UN summit drawing ever closer.
I stopped abruptly as Logan stormed past me, hitting my shoulder hard which caused me to yelp. But he didn't stop, merely grunting of what I believed to be an apology and carried on walking towards his room. He was furious, perfect, Logan had a habit for doing before thinking, but with rage clouding his animalistic senses further, it was best not to irritate him.
I didn't dare stop him, not with Professor Monroe stumbling through the door with Professor Summers hung over her shoulder, groans as she wasn't exactly the strongest of the X-men. I moved forward and grabbed his other arm, realising that his eyes were locked shut, his red visor unaccounted for.
"You should be in bed." She stated, but said a grateful thank you anyway, happy to not be the only one carrying the rather heavy Cyclops. I just wore a blank expression, caked with exhaustion as well as I continuously ended up in the library, still looking for this Wilson.
"Can't sleep." I replied simply, legs shaking from Professor Summers' weight. But then Elijah materialised in front of us, offering to take him off our hands as he was apparently stronger than both of us. He looked at me, a look which made me gulp as it was a knowing look. He must have looked up the history on the computer I was using, then again, I thought I had deleted it.
"Lower levels I'm guessing Charles?" Elijah asked Professor X, who only just whizzed through the doors with Dr Grey by his side. Charles nodded his head, but he looked dreary, tired even, even more so than usual. With his orders given, Elijah poofed down to the lower levels, taking Professor Summers with him.
But I wasn't focused on them anymore, because to my sadness no-one else was with Professor X and Dr Grey. My shoulders sagged, it was a delirious hope anyway, but it was a hope nonetheless and now it was gone. Sammy hadn't listened to him, she had still chosen the brotherhood.
"I did what I could Mr King, but your sister would not listen." He said glumly, believing what he said would have been enough to make her see that he was never angry with her in the first place. He should have paid more attention, see just how much guidance she truly needed, but then again how was he expected to know how her mind worked? Yes he was a telepath, but even then people could still hide who they truly were and how they felt.
Even I didn't know my own sister, who turned out wasn't my blood sister at all.
I thought Professor X would notice the discomfort of the word, see the clear guilt on my face. But he didn't, he was too preoccupied with Magneto's capture of Rogue. It was only a matter of time before he caught her, even still, I felt guilty for not warning Professor X sooner about his use for her. It was too late now, too late to stop it.
"I know, you did all you could." I muttered, because I knew it was true no matter how much I wanted to deny it. I was about to walk away, go to my room, stay out of it. I said a quick and not overly realistic goodbye and slowly walked down the corridor.
Don't turn around, don't turn around...
I kept hissing at myself, eyes locked just as firmly as Professor Summers'. But it was to no avail as I hastily twisted my body back around to face Professor X and Dr Grey, my words not my own.
"I want in, I can't keep pretending to be just a student. I don't want to be an X-man, I don't want to fight, but I can't pretend that I can't help anymore."
I spoke it all urgently, barely stopping as I gasped a breath after the pause. Dr Grey was already opening her mouth to say no, but Professor X stopped her, eyes boring into me with a look that asked are you sure?
I wasn't confident, not at all, but I straightened my back and pretended to be adamant about this. I couldn't just walk away, I had my duty, but it didn't mean I couldn't help the X-men either, couldn't help save people.
"If you are sure about this, then I will give you the opportunity. However, I cannot allow you to get too involved. There is no denying your maturity, but this is an adult matter, this could unfortunately lead to war if we are not careful. And that is something I am trying to avoid at all cost."
He didn't need to tell me the repercussions, I knew them already, I was willing to help in any way I could. I pretended to think it over for a few minutes, then nodded my head stiffly.
"I want to help, please." I pleaded, because if I didn't help soon I would start spilling everything about the future. The Phoenix, Stryker, Alkali Lake, Pyro, the cure. All of it. And it was starting to slowly kill me that I couldn't say or do anything without causing damage towards the future already decided.
Professor X moved forward, eyes still on me as I held the posture of someone pretending to be brave when they were actually petrified. Dr Grey clearly didn't like this, but said no more as she strode away, likely going down to the lower levels to see how Professor Summers was coping without his red visor protection.
"You may help the X-men, but you will not be able to leave the school, I can't allow another student to be..." He trailed off, as if the words were sour on his tongue. He didn't need to say more, he was suggesting that he didn't want me to be another Sammy. I would never go with Magneto, not after Alkali lake and Johnny, not after he took my family away from me.
Why can't I say sister?
I asked myself, firmly telling myself over and over again that she was my sister. But I couldn't accept it, not until more information on Wilson came to light, I needed to know at least who he was. It was horrible to think that way, but how could I truly know Sammy if I didn't know her DNA? Didn't know the true her. She would always be family, always, but there was no denying that there was a brick wall between us as if everything we had been brought up to believe was a lie.
And it was. It was a catastrophic, selfish lie.
"I understand. I wasn't going to ask to leave, this is home, this will always be home for Sammy too. No matter what she did, it's all an act I know it, she's putting this on to make Magneto believe she isn't weak. I know she's still Sam, I know she's still human." I said firmly, unsure who I was convincing more, me or Professor X.
Either way he nodded his head, but he didn't seem to be completely agreeing with my act theory, but it was better than the harsh alternative.
"Logan will be furious, and he will likely have a lot to say about this. Come, I doubt that you will sleep anyway." Professor X ushered, using a flick of his hand to steer me towards Logan's room, to which I did without more orders as I realised I had convinced Charles Xavier to let me help the X-men, something I never deemed possible.
By the time we reached Logan's room Professor Monroe was already there waiting, looking rather awkward as a growl bellowed from further inside the room. I swiftly took my place beside her, watching as Logan dumped water over his face, wiping it away with a towel savagely, he instantly turned around, glanced at all of us before gripping his jacket.
"You said he wanted me." He said rather evenly, well, for Logan terms evenly.
"I made a terrible mistake. His helmet was somehow designed to block telepathy." Professor X explained, still guilty for not being able to help Rogue.
All the while he talked, Logan shoved his jacket on, eyes transfixed on Professor X. Even though Logan couldn't remember the words he had said to Sammy a year ago, I still felt bitterness towards him, even if it was in his repertoire to be an asshole. After all, he had been the one to encourage her leave, he had sent her over the edge that would induce the events in the club later on that fateful night.
I blamed him.
Could you blame me?
Pointing the finger was so much easier than the truth, and right now I couldn't hide it as I glared at his angry motions. Though he seemed to be struggling to get his arms through the jacket, because he was so impatient on going after Magneto.
"Couldn't see what he was after till it was too late." Professor X finished, eyes casted down in deep thought that no-one else could read. Logan shook his head, glowering at the wheelchair bound mutant before attempting to bombard out of the room, out of the mansion in general.
"Where are you going?" Professor Monroe exclaimed before I could, moving out of his way as my shoulder was still bruised from earlier.
"To find her." He said simply, still attempting to pull his jacket over his shoulder.
"How?" Professor X asked, twisting his wheelchair around to face Logan.
"The traditional way: look." He said with slight mockery, walking away with Professor Monroe marching after him. I stayed out, thinking I would say something to create the tension worse. And tensions were high, it was the night of the UN summit, and none of the others knew Magneto's plan yet. They would soon, that I was sure, or I would have already blurted out the inevitable.
Professor X sighed into his hands, clearly finding Logan's brashness and tantrums exhausting. Feeling somewhat useless, I cleared my throat, slightly less confident with Professor X looking at me questioningly.
"Can I go help Elijah with Professor Summers?" I asked, to which Professor X nodded his head with a small smile.
"I assume you already know where to go." He said, me wearing a rare smirk as I confirmed it. He motioned a hand for me to leave, and I took it graciously as I sprinted towards the secret elevator that would lead to the lower levels. I tried not to be too noisy as not to wake the other students, finding myself rushing past Pyro's dorm.
Part of me wanted to stop and rudely wake him up, knowing he would be angry, but then again he was gradually becoming more like the arsonist in my future-seeing, this gradual change due Sammy being gone and him pretending not care. But perhaps he wasn't even pretending anymore, maybe he had stopped caring.
I stopped the thoughts from distracting me, clambering into the elevator as I waited for the metallic shield to slide across, engulfing me inside. When I was finally alone, I realised I never got changed out of the clothes I was wearing all day, sporting one of Bobby's old turtle-neck sweaters and jeans, finding that they fitted snugly from when he had first given them to me.
Bobby reminded me a lot of Professor Summers, he was kind at heart but if anyone tried hurting or muscling in on someone, he quickly became demeaning, even if Bobby couldn't pull off the Cyclops stare completely, he was quite good at it. It was strange, the whole year I had spent worrying about Sammy, I never realised the changes around me.
Johanna had started to become herself again, even with the odd moments of taciturn shyness, she was finding her feet again with the help of her old boyfriend David Alleyne, who had kindly taken to be known as Prodigy. He had luckily brought her back out of the depression she was in, and once or twice she would rush towards me with suffocating hugs. She was a good friend, seeing as she knew my background with Sammy it mad everything a whole lot easier, because I never had to have that awkward conversation of why I was at the school.
Eventually the elevator came to a stand still, the slight jolt of my stomach from the sudden stop making me feel sick for a few moments. I bounced back after I stepped out, the metallic walls and futuristic textures mind-blowing. I would happily gawp at it for ages, but I had more important things to do, which was to find Elijah and Professor Summers.
It was relatively easy to pinpoint them, seeing as the medical bay X marked door was wide open, the circular opening making me roll my eyes, wondering whether Professor X designed it through a few comic books. That wouldn't surprise me, especially if Elijah had a hand in the designs.
I gingerly stepped inside the medical bay, the beeping equipment and bright lights blinding at first, but my tired eyes adjusted after a while. Dr Grey was checking Professor Summers over, but judging by the lack of doctoral objects, he seemed to be fine. Red tinted goggles were placed over his eyes again, but Professor Summers still didn't look overly thrilled, knowing he had caused damage that would take a while to repair again.
"Isaac, Dr Grey tells me you're up past your curfew." Elijah said beside me, making me jolt because I hadn't seen him before he spoke. He was trying humour, that wasn't good, that meant he had things to discuss.
"Professor X is allowing me to help the X-men, that's all." I mumbled back, attempting to stop my racing heart. Professor Summers raised his head at this, looking at me with protest sketched into his features.
"He's not an X-man Scott, Xavier wouldn't let him do that, he's just helping in anyway he can without causing harm to himself." Dr Grey explained, though wasn't overly thrilled by the idea either. It wasn't if I was confirmed as being a future X-man, I didn't want to be, if anything I wanted to remain unknown and neutral, like Dr McCoy who was debating over mutant rights.
"The next few hours are crucial, you need all the help you can get." I shrugged, and it seemed none of the others were arguing with this. With a little smile, Professor Summers raised a hand for me to shake. I walked forward and shook it firmly, this being acceptance from Cyclops, and if I had his acceptance, the other X-men follow.
"Welcome to the club." He said jokily, me grateful since Professor Summers wasn't exactly a fan of young students helping the X-men, then again, ever since I first arrived there I had made a big impression so there was no surprise I was so involved. When I released my hand, Elijah's shadow past over me, shrouded in the small mass of darkness.
"Can we talk privately?" He asked, whispering so neither Dr Grey nor Professor Summers could hear. I nodded my head but was reluctant, knowing what this was about. I followed Elijah into the main corridor, the circular door closing shut, revealing the encrypted X. He turned around to face me, and to my surprise he wasn't actually angered, it was more curiosity.
"Care to tell me why I found the name William Stryker in your computer history?" He asked judgingly, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. I couldn't back out of this, perhaps being vague was an option, but by the look on his face it seemed that option wouldn't work.
"My Dad worked with him, I wanted to know why." I said simply, trying to keep a steady tone as Elijah's eyes searched around in my head. He huffed, clearly not believing I was telling the whole truth. It was something private, something between me and Sammy and no-one else, it was family business.
"Charles may have agreed not to read your mind, but I didn't agree to not make my own research." He stated, face sour as I glared at him, annoyed that he had snooped in my business, something I didn't want anybody doing.
"I know about Alkali Lake, I know that this was the place where they kept you for six years, and I know that you keep researching the name Wilson which you believe is connected to Stryker." He revealed, speaking it all very quickly and didn't give me much time to prepare an answer. I didn't know what I could possibly say, he knew everything, at least nearly everything.
With a sigh of defeat, I confirmed that he was right, but I had my own questions.
"I was, but how do you know so much about him, Professor X doesn't?" I said, feeling somewhat suspicious of Elijah now, because only the people that in some way had a connection with Stryker and his program knew.
"Stryker was acquiring mutants long before you, a team called Team X were used to hunt mutants down, and well, I wasn't with Charles the whole time and thus Team X also captured me. Stryker favours using mutants and as well as killing them, let's just say my teleportation was very useful to him, and so retracted it and used it to create the ultimate mutant killing monster." He spat bitterly, clearly hating Stryker just as much as I did. I was slightly less suspicious of him, half glad that me and Sammy weren't the only lab-rats collected by Stryker, but also anger that he had gotten away with it for so long.
"It obviously didn't work, or everyone would know about this mutant killing monster." I deducted, to which Elijah chuckled hollowly, relaxing his arms slightly, but only to entwine his fingers in front of him.
"Oh it worked, Stryker just didn't count on a certain Wolverine to destroy his perfect marionette." He said with a smirk, his mind having flashes of that day, the day Wolverine forgot everything. But he also remembered an old friend, another mutant captured by Stryker, though this one seemed to be the only one to able to escape, except from me.
"This Wilson you are searching for, it's Wade Winston Wilson, he was a mercenary who was a part of Team X. I don't know much about him other than that his nickname was the Merc with a Mouth and that he was presumed dead in the early eighties. I won't pry on why or how you know him, but I must warn you not to be left in the past, because sometimes it's true about ignorance being bliss." He said, thinking I wanted revenge. I didn't want revenge, revenge itself was a pathetic excuse to make someone else suffer, it made you no better than them.
I took the advice graciously nonetheless, glad to have a complete name. He was a mercenary, that sort of made sense for how he was connected with Stryker, but then what made the pause to have Sammy? That was a question that had many different twists and plot holes, and something I didn't want to focus on just yet, but perhaps when humanity wasn't threatened.
"The future isn't much better." I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as circles appeared in my vision. Elijah was about to counter when a bustling thundered from the elevator, Logan appearing while carrying a familiar man. I didn't know why he looked familiar, he looked pale and slick with grease, clothes worn by a teenager rather than a grown man.
"Where's Jean?" Logan growled, the man appearing to be heavy, even for the Wolverine.
"In there." I answered, pointing to the medical bay door. He grunted his thanks and stumbled into the other room, Professor Monroe behind him with a bewildered look.
"Who is he?" I asked, forgetting my tiredness as adrenaline pumped inside me. She stuttered, eyes snapping between me and Logan.
"I don't, he was at the door asking for Jean." She whispered, shaking her head as everything moved too quickly. In the end I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to face Elijah who nodded his head stiffly. We would be continuing the discussion later.
With a rough shove I pushed his hand off me, following Logan and the unnamed man who was propped onto the operating table, Dr Grey skilfully pulling his damp hoodie and shirt off the reveal his bare hairy chest, blue veins prominent in the skin. Dr Grey worked exceptionally quickly, placing monitors on his chest that connected to the machine stands beside the table, fingers working expertly as if she was performing an incision.
The unnamed man was barely moving let alone talking, eyes distant but transfixed on the brightly lit ceiling. Dr Grey checked him over, before sending an uncertain nod to everyone else, confirming everything was in tact but not exactly healthy.
"Why did he ask for you?" I asked Dr Grey, finding myself standing beside the table, opposite Dr Grey as I placed a hand on the cold metal.
"I don't know, but this is Senator Kelly." She said, confused herself by the readings Kelly was giving off.
Kelly, the one who was trying to pass laws against mutants, forcing them to reveal their identities to the world. He was one of the many reasons why the brotherhood were beginning their attack against the UN summit, if he hadn't of been trying to pass those laws, maybe none of this would be happening.
He looked vulnerable in person, without his quick tongue he had nothing, no power over human minds. But he was the voice of them, and if Magneto used his machine to change him into a mutant, then they would be an uproar, or more likely imminent fear.
This was what Magneto wanted to reduce humanity to: Fear. But honestly they were fearful anyway, they just needed an extra push or jab and they would crumble, the UN summit being this push.
"I will go get Charles." Elijah said, but was interrupted by the medical bay doors opening, revealing said Charles Xavier as his eyes focused on Senator Kelly.
"No need Elijah." He mumbled, hastily rolling towards Kelly, incidentally beside me. He leaned over the man-turned-mutant.
"Senator Kelly." He said, capturing Kelly's attention as he turned his face to the side to look at him, but it seemed to be a strained effort. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier." He introduced himself, either as a greeting or to give Kelly some comfort, but Kelly didn't seem as coherent as Professor X was hoping.
"I was afraid if I went to a hospital, they would..." He trailed off, his voice hoarse.
"Treat you like a mutant?" Professor X finished to which Kelly breathed in deep, shattering breaths, eyes snapping in every direction as if he was afraid of everything.
"We're not what you think. Not all of us." He said evenly, still compassionate even for a man like Kelly who was blatantly fighting against Professor X and everything he stood for. Kelly's eyes casted back to him, scoffing hoarsely, those eyes dull with no life in them at all.
"Tell it to the ones who did this to me." He whispered in between his breaths, skin slick with sweat. This pained Professor X, everyone could tell this by the agonised expression on his face.
"Was a teenager there, around sixteen, seventeen? Different shades of blue in her hair?" I asked hysterically, heart pounding as I knew, I knew it had to be the brotherhood. He turned to me, in fact, everyone did. I couldn't care at that moment, I needed to know, needed to know what she was like now as a living person, not from a vision.
Kelly swallowed loudly, his Adam's apple bobbing under the layer of skin and sweat, mind ticking over what I was asking.
"Yes, she was, she hit me." He croaked. I huffed loudly, pushing my hands off the table and moving away from anything that was in arms reach. I needed to punch something. Anything. No matter how excruciating the bruise would be after, it was better than the rage that intoxicated me.
Why Sammy? Why did you have to go with him?
I whined, hands covering my face as I stood heaving near the exit door.
"Who's this about now?" I heard Logan ask, not entirely caring but curious. I bit the inside of my cheeks to defuse most of the rage before I spoke, speaking incredibly calmly than to how I actually felt.
"My sister, Sam, she was recruited by Magneto a year ago." I choked, turning to face Logan who sat on a table behind Professor X. The atmosphere changed dramatically, everyone intentionally avoiding my gaze because it was the first time someone had spoken her name out loud in a long time.
"Why didn't you join him?" He grumbled, to which my eyes turned cold, just about managing to grit my teeth.
"Because he's a manipulative old man." I seethed, hands scrunched into fists.
"Isaac, that's enough." Professor X said commandingly, but it was also a light plead to stop before I too was reduced to just rage. I evened my breathing and let my hands slack, able to remove the flame a lot easier than I thought I could, but then again I wasn't prone to explosive anger, only tiny eruptions that lasted all of a few minutes.
"Yes sir." I mumbled, deciding to stay away from Kelly and joined Elijah who stood straight in front of the door, either to monitor everyone or simply so no-one could attempt to leave without permission. He sighed, but didn't say nothing on the recent outburst, which was a good choice as I was very close to breaking point.
Magneto had taken my sister, nearly kidnapped me, refused to help Johnny who incidentally died as we were trying to escape and he was planning to turn everyone at the UN summit into a mutant. The old mutant knew which buttons to press, even if he didn't know he was doing so.
Everyone quickly took their attention off me and back to Senator Kelly, though Logan gave me a suspicious look, or he simply thought of me as a tantruming toddler, I couldn't tell which.
Wth a moment of consideration, Professor X twisted his wheelchair around to level with Senator Kelly's head.
"Senator...I want you to try and relax." He said truthfully, placing his hands on either side of Kelly's head. Even I could sense Kelly's fear, not wanting another event like the last time he was in a room with mutants.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered,closing his eyes as he began reading Kelly's mind. Everyone remained absolutely still, as if one noise would distract Professor X's concentration, which I very much doubted. I also wanted to see what had happened to him, but then again, I already had seen fragments, and they tore me apart. They nearly broke me.
There was no sound. Not even Kelly's once harsh breathing could be heard, it was painfully quiet, a quietness that nobody else seemed to cherish but me, because I knew there wouldn't be another quiet moment for many years to come. Suddenly Professor X's head shot up, eyes petrified as he witnessed the aftermath of the metallic machine, witnessed as Aqua rushed over to Magneto, how close he was to nearly dying.
He dropped his hands into his lap, turning to me with agony in his eyes. His mouth barely open, but still created that shocked effect. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was too big and I nearly choked in it.
"You knew, didn't you?" He asked, and I never saw such disappointment on his face, ever. No, it was the same disappointment he wore when Sammy ran away.
"I knew. I always knew. That's why I can't say what I see in my visions, because if I had told you any sooner, it would have changed the future completely." I argued, tears gathering in my eyes as my body vibrated, shaking as reality came crashing down on both of us.
"What? You knew Rogue was gonna be taken?" Logan exclaimed, purposely standing up. My eyes snapped to him, a quick nod of my head confirmed this. Elijah just managed to grab my arms and teleport me to my room before Logan could lunge at me with his claws. I gasped, not having time to prepare, and teleportation was like being catapulted by a roller coaster.
Elijah guided me to my bed, Connor sound asleep as he snored loudly opposite me. I felt hollow. It was horrible knowing I could have stopped this from happening if I had just revealed one thing, one tiny thing and the threat on the UN summit wouldn't happen.
"I think its best you stay out of Logan's way for a few hours, possibly a few days." Elijah warned, sitting on the edge of the bed as I lay fully-clothed on top of the covers. I couldn't sleep, but the comfort of the mattress was so tempting, that my eyelids tried to disobey and close multiple times.
"If you were me, would you have said something?" I asked, eyes still glistening with tears. Elijah stared at me, eyebrows creased, thinking of a well-calculated answer.
"Yes probably, but only because I would have blurted it out by accident, not because it was the right thing to do." He replied honestly, a small smile on his face. He patted my knees as I turned on my side, facing him and the sleeping Connor who had his limbs at every angle, sheets kicked halfway off the bed.
"You're a brave, smart, compassionate, mature boy. The weight on your shoulders is more than most grown men can't hold, and it's okay to drop a few, make mistakes, it's all part of being..." He trailed off, the next word not truly accurate.
"You very much remind me of Charles sometimes...and sometimes Erik too." He whispered the last bit, as if it were something to be embarrassed about rather than praised. I looked at him questioningly, not knowing who this Erik was, and then it clicked.
Magneto, he was comparing me to Magneto.
"I'm nothing like Magneto." I said firmly, jaw tight as I tried to look irritated, but I just ended up looking exhausted. Elijah shook his head, a smirk on his face at my rash thinking.
"You miss interpreted, I never said Magneto, I said Erik. Before Erik became Magneto, he was a man who believed he could only unlock his mutation through pain, rage and revenge. This was spurred on my years of experiments off Nazis during the Second World War, and unfortunately, I can empathise in that situation. However, when he met Charles, he made him realise that pain and rage wasn't everything, that serenity was the key. True, he turned into Magneto, but when the first X-men team were established, he was a man who could crack some sort of joke, even with outbursts of that rage he tried to bury. He was a good man once. And Charles believes he can be again." He explained, but I was still angered that he believed I was like Erik.
So he had also been a lab-rat, that explained a lot. But it didn't mean he could do all those things, it didn't mean he could get a second chance after everything he had done.
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." I quoted, chuckling slightly as I remembered reading a particular batman comic about two-face. It seemed Elijah didn't know this quote, but thought about the words nonetheless.
"Charles didn't just save Erik, he saved me, there was a time when I solely believed Erik's path was the right one. But now, seeing how far humanity have prospered from that barbaric period, it's truly amazing. Yes there will be people like Kelly, but we have to prove them wrong, prove we are not out to destroy humanity or they will fight back." He revealed further, squeezing my kneecap comfortingly, finding myself slipping with his soothing voice, it was as if he was telling a bedtime story.
"It'll be people like Stryker that'll make them think they need to fight back." I mumbled through slurs, the slurs tiredness rather than intoxication, though sometimes they could be seen as the same thing. I had nothing more to say, and it seemed neither did Elijah as I gave me a sorrowful look and then stood up, telling me one last thing before he teleported.
"I don't know why you are searching for Wade Wilson, nor will I ever ask, but sometimes it's best to leave things as they are. That means you won't have to suffer the heartache or realisation of a lie you've led." He said anciently, saying a goodnight before proofing out of the room, likely, back to Professor X who was busy piecing together everything for the UN summit.
I wanted to go back and redeem myself, but thought it best to follow Elijah's example. So I tried desperately to close my eyes and sleep, and finding it came a lot easier than I imagined, and the next day I would wake up or realise that Sammy was no longer why the separated brotherhood.
She would be lost in the world of humanity.
I could hear the rippling water bashing against the moving boat, it was excited, the particles chattering amongst themselves like an unnoticed tsunami. Only I could sense their electrified state. Mystique shape-shifting into the now dead captain as liberty island came into view, the rocks dampened but he crashing waves.
It was a bitterly cold night, but I hardly felt it inside the compacted inner deck, eyes casted forward as I spotted a lone officer waving down Mystique, thinking her the contain of the vessel. It didn't last long, not when Sabretooth sprouted out of nowhere and sunk his sharps nails straight through his spine, attempting to crush his beating heart. I was glad I couldn't hear the squelch of the officer's gruesome death, even from the distance it seemed grotesque.
Sabretooth walked away just as the boat began reaching the rocks, Mystique not needing the disguise now and returned to her natural blue form. I stood beside her, arms crossed, completely focused as the final steps fell into place.
I could hear the bands as they played at the UN summit, the bright lights flickering in the distance as the most politically powerful people in the world gathered on the one island, unknown of the fate that was placed before them in under an hour.
"Don't mess this up." Mystique warned, earning a glare directed at the side of her face.
"I won't. I'm not a child." I grumble, but said it in truth, knowing I would not make a mistake tonight. Mystique merely scoffed, turning the wheel as if she knew exactly what to do, then again, she knew how to pilot a helicopter so driving a boat must have been just as easy.
"After what happened at the station, you're going to have to prove that statement tonight." She replied, exceedingly sceptic and doubted that I would price myself.
"I will, that's a promise." I replied firmly, preparing for the dismount off the boat as the boat rolled into liberty island's the steady slowness nearly became a halt, Mystique removed herself from the wheel and walked into the other are of the boat, the red tinted deck shifting into darkness as the middle of the boat held no windows to counter the metallic carriage.
I intended to follow, but found it best t remain in the control room. I heard the scuffling of feet and the clinking of metal as the mutant pulled at her handcuffs that were strapped over a metal bar. I could hear the conversations relatively easily, but tried to look as if I was watching out for lone officers patrolling the outer rim of the island.
"Magnificent, isn't she?" I heard Magneto say, likely meaning the stature of liberty. It was a breathtaking monument, something that would last for many years, but once you saw it you never truly got that awestruck feeling again. That brief feeling of true freedom.
"I've seen it." The mutant said, more like a mild snarl of mockery than downright aggression, and I couldn't help but praise her braveness, considering the situation she was in.
"I first saw her in nineteen forty-nine. American was going to be the land of tolerance. Of peace." He scoffed, believing this to not be a true promise.
"Are you going to kill me?" She asked in that southern accent of hers, and again I a quiver of a smirk crept not my face, wondering how she could be so brave when asking a question like that.
"Yes." Magneto replied, gruff and to the point, sending electricity through me. I was glad to not be on the receiving end of this yes.
"Why?" She asked, voice cracking slightly but keeping the flat tone.
"Because there is no land of tolerance. There is no peace, not here or anywhere else. Woman and children, whole families destroyed simply because they were born different from those in power." He continued, and I find myself listening more intently as the words sunk into my head and stayed there, perhaps for further use if I ever had to give my own speech, though I likely would have worded it differently.
"Well, after tonight, the world's powerful will be just like us. They will return home as brothers. As mutants. Our cause will be theirs. Your sacrifice will mean our survival." He said, the pauses perfectly placed to cause the best effect possible. He would have done well as a public speaker, but I couldn't help but feel that the speech sounded a lot like another powerful leader. Though this one was deranged. Magneto wasn't deranged, he just held no emotion for humanity.
The sound of a whipped material was followed by a snarl from Sabretooth. It was starting. I purposely walked out of the red room and into he blackness, seeing as Magneto has hunched over the mutant. She looked as if she was the same age as me, eyes petrified as they stared at Sabretooth with horror from the cramped position sat on the floor.
Just one more step...
I repeated in my head, the last hour crucial, and I could not be paralysed at anytime from now on.
"I'll under if that comes as small consolation." Magneto quipped rather sadistically, standing straight as he nodded his head at Sabretooth. "Put her in the machine." He ordered, stepping out into the cold night air, staring up at the miraculous statue of liberty.
"I'll raise it."
It was now or never...
It's about to go down!
I think it was about time to add more hints about Wilson, and well done for the people, who figure it out though I think it was relatively easy XD
IMPORTANT: I have Aqua's real mother set up as well, it isn't an oc, I wonder if you can guess who it might be *insert evil laugh* she isn't in the x-men films, but, was also a mercenary like Wilson and fell in love with him, and she is a shapeshifter. That's all the hints I'm giving for now.
please review,
~Gothgirlstrikesagain