Chapter 7: Magnetism and racism yes!
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The underground auditorium stretched into darkness, vast and silent, like a forgotten cathedral in the depths of the earth.
The walls, carved from the bare rock, were covered with moss and lichen, and the echo of each step reverberated in the heavy, humid air.
The roof, barely visible in the gloom, was supported by roughly hewn columns that stood like stone giants, adding an air of primitive mystery to the place.
Rows of worn wooden seats, precisely aligned, descended in a semicircle towards a central stage.
The seats, dusty and covered in cobwebs, seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago, silently awaiting the arrival of an audience that would never return.
Some of the chairs were broken, and the wood splinters creaked under the weight of forgotten history.
In the center of the stage, an old grand piano stood, its keys yellowed and covered in dust, its strings perhaps still capable of emitting a melancholy sound.
Around him, other instruments, equally neglected, lay scattered as if they had been hastily abandoned.
The few lights hanging from the ceiling were dim and flickered from time to time, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls.
The electrical cables, visible and tangled, ran along the walls like black snakes, adding to the place an aura of latent danger.
The air was heavy with the acrid smell of humidity and decay, mixed with a faint trace of ancient perfume, as if the echoes of ancient performances and applause still lingered in the air.
In this vast, shadowy underground auditorium, time seemed to have stood still, capturing in its silence the essence of ages past, of voices that once filled the air with laughter and cries, now just a whisper in the memory of the eternal rock.
Now used to gather people seeking a leader with awaiting arrival this silence is almost palpable, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the walls or the distant echo of footsteps in the corridors.
In the vast and gloomy underground auditorium, hundreds of mutants had gathered, eager to listen to their leader.
The atmosphere was charged with expectation and hope. Everyone present knew that this was a crucial moment in mutant history, a crossroads that would define their future.
At the front, on a raised platform, stood Magneto, his imposing figure and his magnetic presence dominating the room.
With a solemn gesture, he raised his hands, and the murmur of the audience faded away. His eyes shone with a ferocious intensity as he began his speech.
"Brothers and sisters," he began, his voice resonating with a gravity that echoed in every corner of the auditorium.
—. Today we find ourselves at a turning point. For years, we have been persecuted, feared and hated by those who do not understand our existence. We have been marginalized and oppressed simply for being who we are. We are mutants! And our only offense, our only "fault", is having abilities that humans envy and fear. The audience responded with murmurs of approval, some nodding in agreement.
Magneto continued, his tone becoming more passionate. —Humans call us monsters, they call us aberrations, but the truth is that they fear what they do not understand. They have ruled this world with violence, prejudice and destruction. They have polluted the oceans, destroyed the forests and waged war among themselves. And now, they turn their hatred towards us. But not anymore.
Magneto paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeing the determination on their faces. —We mutants are not a threat. We are the next step in evolution. We are the hope of a better future, a future where we do not have to hide, a future where we can live in peace and harmony. We do not ask for tolerance; we demand respect. We do not ask for peaceful coexistence; we demand our right to exist and prosper.
The audience burst into applause and cheers. Magneto raised a hand to silence them, and continued.
—That is why today I declare our intention to build a mutant paradise. A place where we can live free from human oppression and hatred. A place where our children can grow up without fear, where our abilities are celebrated and not feared. This will be a sanctuary for all mutants, a nation that will protect and nurture our own. His voice rose, charged with emotion and conviction.
—This will not be an easy path. We will face challenges, powerful enemies who will want to destroy us. But we must not give up. We must not falter. We have the power and the will to make this a reality. United, we are unstoppable. United, we can build a world where we are not nails of human prejudices, but masters of our own destiny.
Magneto lowered his voice, speaking with an intensity that forced everyone to listen closely. —Brothers and sisters, this is our moment. This is our chance to create something truly great. I ask you to join me in this fight, not only for us, but for future generations of mutants. Together, we will build a mutant paradise. Together, we will forge a new world.
The entire auditorium exploded in a cacophony of applause, shouts and cheers. Magneto raised his arm, taking in the energy and passion of his followers.
He knew this was just the beginning, but with the support of the mutants, he was sure they could build the future they had always dreamed of.
A future where mutants would not only survive, but thrive in their own paradise.
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Aleis entered the X-Men training room, known as the Danger Room, with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
She had been waiting for this moment since she arrived at the X-Mansion, and now she was ready to learn how to control her powers of telepathy and vector control.
The Danger Room was a technological marvel, capable of simulating any environment and situation.
Today, it was set up as a vast green plain, with scattered obstacles that he would have to overcome using his abilities.
Emma Frost, his mentor in telepathy, was waiting alongside Ashley, a talented student in mind control.
Both women stood out not only for their power but also for their skill and beauty as mutants.
—Aleis, today we will work on combining your telepathic abilities with your vector control. —Emma smiled, showing a rare softness in her eye
s—. It is important that you learn to use both powers together to maximize your potential. Ashley, her honey-toned hair shining under the lights of the room, approached Aleis.
—First, we need you to focus on your telepathy. Let's start with something simple: read my thoughts. The boy closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he tried to calm his mind. He felt the pressure of expectations, but also the trust of his mentors.
Little by little, he began to feel the girl's mental presence, like a soft murmur in the depths of his consciousness.
"I'm thinking of a picture. Try to see it in your mind," Ashley thought. Aleis concentrated more, delving deeper into the telepathic link.
Suddenly, an image of a field of flowers appeared in his mind, vivid and clear.
"A field of flowers," said the albino, opening his eyes with a triumphant smile. Emma nodded, satisfied.
—Excellent, Aleis. Now, let's try something more complex.
"I want you to try to communicate with Ashley telepathically while using your vector control to move those objects," the older blonde indicated, pointing to a group of heavy metal boxes in the distance.
He just nodded, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins. He focused on his mate first, establishing a telepathic link.
—Ashley, can you hear me? —the boy thought.
"Yes, I can hear you clearly," the blonde answered in his mind. With the connection established, he focused on vector control of her.
He raised a hand, feeling the power latent within it. The boxes began to shake slightly before rising into the air.
Aleis felt the physical and mental strain of maintaining both tasks, but she remained steadfast.
"What do you want me to do with the boxes?" he asked telepathically.
"Move them in a circular pattern," Ashley answered. He began to sense the surrounding vectors and manipulate them, striving to maintain concentration.
The boxes began to move in circles, first slowly, then faster. Aleis felt a surge of satisfaction seeing that he could wield both skills simultaneously.
Emma watched carefully, evaluating every movement.
—Very good, Aleis. Now, I want you to try the same thing, but this time under pressure. —Emma activated a program in the Danger Room.
Suddenly, the plain transformed into a ruined city, with debris falling and explosions echoing in the distance.
You need to maintain your concentration even in stressful situations. The psychic swallowed, feeling the pressure increase.
He maintained his telepathic link with the blonde as he lifted the debris with his vector control, clearing the way.
"We have to move quickly," Aleis thought, trying to stay calm.
"I'm with you," Ashley responded, her mental voice firm and encouraging. The two advanced through the ruined city, communicating telepathically and working in perfect synchronicity.
Aleis moved debris and blocked explosions, while she guided him and provided support. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached a safe place. Emma deactivated the simulation, returning the Danger Room to its original state.
"You did an excellent job, Aleis," Emma said, approaching with an approving smile. You have shown that you can handle your powers under pressure and work as a team. Ashley nodded, placing a hand on the albino's shoulder.
-I'm proud of you. You are stronger than you think, and today you have proven it. Aleis felt a wave of relief and pride.
She knew she still had a lot to learn, but with mentors like Emma and Charles, she was on the right path to becoming a powerful Mutant.
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The unknown room confused her, this was definitely not her room, the room only consists of the bed she was now in, a lamp next to it, a chair and a mirror next to the door and a small window... nothing more ...
The hard looking door to the room, which was definitely solid metal, made a squeaking sound as it slowly opened, from there, a woman was revealed.
She has a kind face and appears to be in her late to mid-thirties, a slight smile adorned her face as she slowly walked towards him, stopping at the side of the bed while holding papers and looking at him,
"How are you? Alice?" .
"Who are you and...why am I here?" The girl known as Alice spoke as she frowned at her confusion, she swore that her eyebrows were now tired of all the confusion right..
"Can't you remember anything?...
"Hmm, it's possible... after all, you had a serious concussion, apart from being in a coma..."
"Wait...what do you mean...arghh!!–." Alice asked trying to clear up the confusion, but suddenly a throbbing headache struck her head.
Her head felt like hammers were hitting her brain right now and she couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Are you OK?!" The doctor immediately ran to her side and looked at him with concern.
Then he said, "Take a deep breath, okay? Inhale, exhale..." Alice is still torn apart on her bed in agony, this lasts five minutes as the pain slowly subsides in her head.
Her body was soaked in her own sweat as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed, then she raised her head, looked at the doctor in front of him and repeated her question: "Who are you and where am I?" .
"I'm Dr. Cecilia Reyes and you are at Milbury Hospital right now." She said with a harmless smile on her face.
"After your power defected and a fall damaged your brain..... but you survived... your body started moving on its own after we took your body... So, can you remember anything now?" She continued.
"Is that so?" Alice said with her head bowed and staring at her hands.
"As I said before, you are now at Milbury Hospital, this is where we raise people like you who have special abilities and train them."
"People like me?" said the blonde.
"Yes, people like you who have special abilities, we call them... Mutants." Dr. Reyes said as she pulled the chair next to her and settled into it. "The mutation occurs mainly at puberty, you can spend the next thirteen to fifteen years of your life relatively normal, but after that, you just collapse. Yours and your cousin's case is not unusual since your mutation activated around The same ability is definitely rare since the mutation varies from person to person, even if they are related." Dr. Reyes stands up and says,
"I and the other patients will have a session later in the study. Patients who are just like you, you are not the only ones here, I know you have been through a lot Alice, but remember . You're not alone".
She gets up from her bed as her body made some light pops, then she walked towards the window as a vast green field with some trees surrounding the place greeted him. She opened the window and took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, healthy air that seemed to be filled with vitality washing her lungs.
"I can go?" She said as she savored the fresh air.
"No. Not yet, not after your mind suffered too much damage, we will have to evaluate if you can still save yourself or…no. But until then, you will have to stay here." Dr. Reyes said in a calm voice.
"Well." Alice said neutrally.
"Hmm." Dr. Reyes nodded while looking deeply at Alice, who had her back turned to her and then left the room.
Alice stayed in the room, looking out the window at the vast green field. She knew that Dr. Reyes was right, that she needed time to recover and evaluate her abilities, but she couldn't help but feel trapped.
The confusion and headache from earlier had been partly an act, an attempt to keep the true extents of her powers hidden.
Her ability to visualize possible futures, although unstable and often overwhelming, had allowed him to see fragments of what could happen.
She didn't remember all the details of how she had gotten to the hospital, but she knew that her life had changed drastically.
Her cousin also had similar abilities. Together, they had played with her powers until a family accident separated them.
She just stared with imperturbable calm at the view from the window as if she expected all the memories of her to come back with the breeze.
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Aleis smiled shyly, thanking Emma and Ashley for their support. She felt that, little by little, she was gaining confidence in her abilities and her place within the X-Men.
She knew that the road would not be easy, but she was willing to face it with determination.
After a short rest, Emma led Aleis to the training room, a vast space equipped with the most advanced technology.
The walls were clad in metal panels, and the floor was a combination of durable materials that could withstand even the most intense battles.
In the center of the room, various devices and simulators were ready to test the mutants in training.
"Very good, Aleis," said Emma, while she adjusted the controls of one of the simulators.
"Now you will help your partner in a series of combat and coordination exercises."
She, a mutant with the ability to manipulate minds and psychic energy, was waiting at the other end of the room. She greeted the albino with a friendly smile, but the determination in her eyes made it clear that she took the training very seriously.
"We're going to work on our timing and how to combine our powers effectively," Ashley said, a slight spark of energy dancing between her fingers. I'm sure we can do great things together after training you.
The blonde activated the simulator, and immediately, the room transformed into a chaotic urban environment.
Holograms of enemies began to appear, and the noise of a city in crisis filled the air.
They both looked at each other, nodding in silent understanding. —Come on, Aleis! —she exclaimed, launching a psychic beam towards a group of holographic enemies.
Aleis, using her telepathic control, projected a mental barrier to protect the blonde from enemy attacks.
At the same time, her vector control allowed her to manipulate objects around her, launching debris and vehicles at the holograms at high speed.
The coordination between the two was impressive. Ashley projects energy onto the objects Aleis threw, creating a lethal combination of physical and psychic attacks.
They moved fluidly, as if they had trained together for years, anticipating each other's movements and adapting to the changing circumstances of the simulator.
—Careful on the right! —Aleis shouted, detecting an ambush through her vector powers.
She responded immediately, creating a blast of psychic energy that disintegrated the holographic enemies before they could get close.
The battle continued for several minutes, becoming more intense, but neither man gave ground. Finally, Emma deactivated the simulator, and the room returned to its original state. Both young men were panting, sweaty but victorious.
"Excellent work, both of you," Emma said, approaching with an approving expression. They have demonstrated incredible teamwork and remarkable control of their powers. I am very proud of you.
Ashley smiled and high-fived Aleis. She felt that she had taken a huge step forward in her development as a mutant.
"Thank you, Emma," Ashley said, her voice thick with emotion. I promise to continue working hard and improve every day.
"I know," Emma replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. You have great potential, Ashley. Keep it up, and there are no limits to what you can achieve.
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Now that Ashley was exhausted after training on the astral plane with Emma, my gaze turns to her delicate body asleep in the classroom where we normally took classes.
With a lost look on her face I stop to think about the events of this entire year, first the constant migraines caused by the lack of control of my telepathy, facing Shadow King in her body, falling from kilometers after having set fire to a part of the city and finally that Ashley has gotten into my mind seeing everything about me in her training.
Have I really learned to defend myself or am I just depending on Xavier's protection? It's ridiculous, but I feel like my most personal memories have been exposed by a complete stranger without any opposition on my part and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
"So you want me to teach you how to break mental barriers too?" The teacher's voice resonates in the head indicating the psychic connection.
"I don't think I have what it takes to do it," I reply flatly. My mind was in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
The reality of my powers, vector control and psychic energy, was overwhelming. But I couldn't deny the feeling of power emanating from within me.
"Let's practice training your mind control," Emma said, her voice authoritative. "You have to learn to project your thoughts and control those of others.
" She pulled me closer, I see her eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Imagine that every thought is Aleis smiled shyly, thanking Emma and Ashley for their support.
She felt that, little by little, she was gaining confidence in her abilities and her place within the X-Men.
She knew that the road would not be easy, but she was willing to face it with determination.
After a short rest, Emma led Aleis to the training room, a vast space equipped with the most advanced technology.
The walls were clad in metal panels, and the floor was a combination of durable materials that could withstand even the most intense battles.
In the center of the room, various devices and simulators were ready to test the mutants in training.
"Very good, Aleis," said Emma, while she adjusted the controls of one of the simulators.
"Now you will help your partner in a series of combat and coordination exercises." She, a mutant with the ability to manipulate minds and psychic energy, was waiting at the other end of the room.
She greeted the albino with a friendly smile, but the determination in her eyes made it clear that she took the training very seriously.
"We're going to work on our timing and how to combine our powers effectively,"
Ashley said, a slight spark of energy dancing between her fingers.
I'm sure we can do great things together after training you. The blonde activated the simulator, and immediately, the room transformed into a chaotic urban environment.
Holograms of enemies began to appear, and the noise of a city in crisis filled the air. They both looked at each other, nodding in silent understanding.
—Come on, Aleis! —she exclaimed, launching a psychic beam towards a group of holographic enemies.
Aleis, using her telepathic control, projected a mental barrier to protect the blonde from enemy attacks.
At the same time, her vector control allowed her to manipulate objects around her, launching debris and vehicles at the holograms at high speed.
The coordination between the two was impressive. Ashley projects energy onto the objects Aleis threw, creating a lethal combination of physical and psychic attacks.
They moved fluidly, as if they had trained together for years, anticipating each other's movements and adapting to the changing circumstances of the simulator.
—Careful on the right! —Aleis shouted, detecting an ambush through her vector powers.
She responded immediately, creating a blast of psychic energy that disintegrated the holographic enemies before they could get close.
The battle continued for several minutes, becoming more intense, but neither man gave ground.
Finally, Emma deactivated the simulator, and the room returned to its original state. Both young men were panting, sweaty but victorious.
"Excellent work, both of you," Emma said, approaching with an approving expression.
They have demonstrated incredible teamwork and remarkable control of their powers. I am very proud of you. Ashley smiled and high-fived Aleis. She felt that she had taken a huge step forward in her development as a mutant.
"Thank you, Emma," Ashley said, her voice thick with emotion. I promise to continue working hard and improve every day.
"I know," Emma replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. You have great potential, Ashley. Keep it up, and there are no limits to what you can achieve.
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Now that Ashley was exhausted after training on the astral plane with Emma, my gaze turns to her delicate body asleep in the classroom where we normally took classes.
With a lost look on her face I stop to think about the events of this entire year, first the constant migraines caused by the lack of control of my telepathy, facing Shadow King in her body, falling from kilometers after having set fire to a part of the city and finally that Ashley has gotten into my mind seeing everything about me in her training.
Have I really learned to defend myself or am I just depending on Xavier's protection? It's ridiculous, but I feel like my most personal memories have been exposed by a complete stranger without any opposition on my part and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
"So you want me to teach you how to break mental barriers too?" The teacher's voice resonates in the head indicating the psychic connection.
"I don't think I have what it takes to do it," I reply flatly. My mind was in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
The reality of my powers, vector control and psychic energy, was overwhelming. But I couldn't deny the feeling of power emanating from within me.
"Let's practice training your mind control," Emma said, her voice authoritative.
"You have to learn to project your thoughts and control those of others." She pulled me closer, I see her eyes shining with a mix of curiosity and desire
"Imagine that every thought is a strand of cobweb" he said
"You can touch, move and manipulate those strands. I closed my eyes, concentrating on his words. I felt the threads of thoughts in my mind, chaotic and disordered. With a conscious effort, I began to organize them, to understand their flow and direction.
"Okay, Aleis. Now, try to project a memory into my mind," Emma said.
Concentrating, I sent a clear, sharp image towards her. I saw her expression change, her eyes soften as the image took shape in her mind. Emma smiled.
"Yes, I can see it. Very good, Aleis" she said with an approving tone.
I felt a surge of confidence. I was beginning to understand the extent of my powers and how to use them.
"In that state your power will be enough, but you have to go beyond simply seeing their memories, you have to manipulate their memories, create visions, images, illusions at your pleasure" he told me fiercely and without any opposition my body seemed to follow his words like an order.
. I was about to move on. I found myself a few steps away from Ashley who was sleeping innocently.
Emma was next to me. She gestured for me to move forward as if she were saying that she had to take advantage of this opportunity.
Her eyes look strangely dark and hardened.
girl...
"Come on, do it. It'll be great!" says Emma.
She is sitting in a chair watching me decide what to do. Her eyes don't look good.
Instead of the familiar almost puppy-dog look she was giving me before, now she's giving me something of an almost adversarial look.
Hey? How odd. Since when am I someone who gives in to pressure from others?
"Just make sure you let me watch, okay?" she said stiffly.
Somehow I don't feel good about that. But I'm surprised I picked it up; since it is not logic, but rather an emotional logic of not feeling good.
She looks at me too expectantly; She has the same energy as the girl with her eyes closed. Why would both have the same energies? It's very disconcerting.
I'm about to move forward and suddenly I stop. Stop, I keep thinking. This is not me. I'm not the kind of person who does things like this.
Besides, she doesn't realize it. I feel really gross inside. But there's also something else wrong with this picture...
it doesn't feel right, not just morally, but something is wrong.
I also realize that my curiosity pushed me forward even though my mind remained doubtful.
Is this even real? Were Xavier's defenses overwhelmed by her?
"What is happening?" I asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean. Why are you encouraging me to do this to him?" I asked with my arms crossed.
"I just think you deserve it. You've worked hard. So you should. You've earned the right to take her, right? She goes ahead and breaks her mind while she's out cold," she said.
She motions me forward with her hands. "You'll regret it later if you don't."
"Are you mad at her? What happened? Did you guys get into a fight or something?" She still couldn't explain this strange behavior.
"It's nothing," she said.
"She Just go and take her now."
"She's asleep and also unconscious," I said. She looked like she was going to yell at me.
"This is your only chance. She'll be on another level after this. Think about it. If you don't do it now, you never will." That's partly true there will never be this opportunity again...
wait, why am I thinking that?
"What do you mean level up? Emma." So there was probably something.
How else did this strange behavior manifest itself? I just didn't know it. It was not normal for her favorite student to be treated like this by her.
Or does she want to teach me not to mess with someone else's mind? I asked him about it again.
"Nothing happened," she said defensively. Ah, so there was something. But what was it? "Maybe something happened between you? Are you on good terms? Because wanting me to mentally take it for a girl fight is something I don't want,"
I said. Her piercing gaze reveals that she is not herself. She is trying to cover it up and doesn't realize that she is now acting even more "desperate."
She tries to ignore it, but I just sat there, waiting for a response.
I decided not to speak until she did. I sat in the middle of the floor. It feels good to rest after all the mental work.
When I go to lean on my arms, one of them slips and I almost fall. This baffles me, but I somehow grab onto the furniture to keep from falling.
It's weird like I'm about to fall with my left limbs hanging there, but my back and spine are on some kind of edge.
But I'm in a room, right? Why do I feel like I'm hanging on to something? This doesn't fit. Are my senses deceiving me? Why do I feel like I'm almost ready to fall? Something doesn't feel right.
Then I blink a few times. Emma just looks at me with no expression on her face.
Then I feel with the left hand in fear.
There is nothing there! There is some kind of invisible hole!
What the hell?...
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My arm and hand seem to be pushing on the floor tiles, but I feel like I'm touching a beach, but it's more like I'm feeling the outdoors.
I can't feel any wood at all, even though it appears to be more than ten meters long. I continue feeling around until I find an edge where I'm sitting.
The edge continues from beneath my feet to beyond my head.
Even stranger, it's not like the jagged edge of a cliff or hill, but instead feels like the straight line of a roof.
Am I on a cliff? As I feel around me, I confirm it! That's what it feels like.
The edge even feels hard there is like solid rock on the edge.
In fact, something feels like it's digging into my back. I'm lucky the cliff isn't steeper than it actually is.
Careful not to fall, I slowly walk away while the two of them have their arms crossed. But Ashley is now awake and looking at me with the same body posture and arm positions as Emma.
"It's a shame you didn't fall," they both speak as if they were one person. It's very strange how perfectly synchronized they are.
That's all! In reality, it is not possible to be that synchronized with someone, unless it is some kind of illusion. I look at Emma. Then I look over the edge and suddenly I'm looking at a ruined cliff above a dark void.
The edge of the cliff descends until it reaches a few meters below and what follows is infinite darkness. It definitely would have killed me if I had stepped off the edge. It was a pretty real trap.
He not only had to use the illusion of him to achieve this, but also manipulate my senses as to why I was there and where I was moving with a greater level of realism than last time.
"I was really surprised you didn't fall. You were so close to the edge. Maybe if I had made the breasts bigger, you definitely would have gone without even realizing it," Emma's image says with a kind of exhausted and defeated look.
"She" is looking at me with her feet on a surface in the air. He is about three meters above me controlling my senses, I hesitate to take a single step back or forward.
How was the teacher's mental barrier broken? He wasn't taking control of me a minute ago.
I must admit that his illusion is really good. He makes it almost surreal, as if he were on another plane of existence created from my memories by warping them to create new ones.
"How did you do that?" I asked. I resisted the opportunity to get angry. Instead, he remained calm.
I was surrounded by a darkness that I tried to analyze with my vector power trying to deflect his power over me.
I guess it's only natural that I try to push the limits of the new ability to analyze them. The monster begins to show itself and only mocks with a smile,
"How? I needed to know if you were going to resist more exhausted and without energy to fight, eventually training your power did not leave you weak enough. So I put you on the astral plane feeding me of your nightmares every day. I wanted to know if I could get rid of you forever in those dreams, but the opportunity came sooner than expected. He just stares at me without moving.
I'm not sure if he should make me angry or disappointed.
But I feel ashamed because, although I was tempted, I have not been able to overcome the illusion without reaching this point.
After all, he had chosen to save Ashley. I feel like my anxiety is disappearing. I was tempted, but I didn't follow through, so I don't have to feel guilty. Now the real battle begins, but I still don't know what he means by falling exhausted.
"I guess you were just able to take my mind, right?" I said trying to find a way to remove it from my mind.
"Hahahaha…" his laugh is as macabre as it can only be.
"Don't tell me you're not completely deserted yet, child?" He said he to extend his hand and I will rise like an ant.
"Since you still don't remember why not go back to sleep little boy?" my arms felt like they were about to break like golf clubs in a hydraulic press.
"That-" Everything turns dark...
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One of New York's busy streets, normally vibrant and full of activity, was now in chaos. The constant roar of cars and the hum of conversation had been replaced by the blare of sirens and panicked screams. The traffic, which usually moved slowly but in order, was completely stopped; The vehicles were abandoned, many with their doors open and emergency lights flashing.
Store windows, which used to display a tempting array of merchandise, were broken, with glass scattered across the sidewalk. Mannequins and products were strewn across the floor, mixed with debris and trash. The neon lights, which gave life to the city even on the darkest days, flickered intermittently, some going out completely.
People were running in all directions, their faces showing a mix of fear and confusion. Parents carried their children in their arms, trying to find a safe place, while others ducked behind any available cover. The screams and cries mixed with the noise of building and car alarms.
Above the street, the gray sky seemed more menacing than ever, with dark clouds gathering, as if nature itself was responding to the chaos unfolding below. Helicopters circled over the vast area, with loudspeakers urging calm and directing people toward evacuation routes.
Police and firefighters were deployed, trying to maintain order and help the injured. The agents, with tense faces and determined movements, formed human barriers to guide citizens out of danger, while firefighters struggled to extinguish several sources of fire that emerged from overturned vehicles and burned stores.
Amid the pandemonium, some figures stood out: local heroes and heroines, ordinary people who became impromptu saviors, helping others find safety, trying to instill calm and hope in a desperate situation.
The street of New York, a huge skyscraper was now completely obscured...
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The night sky was now clear, and the full moon illuminated the floating remains of asteroid M. That place, once a refuge and home for mutants, had been destroyed and left as a symbol of the constant struggle and resistance of its people.
Now, on a night full of hope and determination, Magneto, the master of magnetism, stood before his people, ready to forge a new future. On a raised platform, with the fragments of asteroid M floating around, Magneto began to speak.
His voice was firm and resonant, amplified by the reverent silence of the crowd of mutants gathered around him.
"Brothers and sisters, mutants everywhere," he began, his intense gaze sweeping over the expectant faces.
—. Today, we gather here, in this field of rubble and ruin, to witness the rebirth of our hope. This asteroid M, our former home, was destroyed by those who fear and hate what they do not understand. But we will not let their hatred and ignorance stop us.
Magneto raised a hand, and the metallic fragments of the asteroid began to move, floating toward the sky like a synchronized dance. The spectacle was hypnotic, and all eyes were fixed on him.
"For too long, we have been victims of racism and persecution," he continued, his voice thick with passion.
—. They have called us monsters, aberrations, and they have pursued us to the ends of the Earth. But not anymore. Today, we declare our right to exist and thrive. Today, we raise the remains of our past to build a new future: the mutant nation of Utopia.
With a wave of his hand, Magneto began to assemble the fragments of the asteroid, forming structures in the air. The mutants watched in awe and hope as the pieces came together to create a new floating city.
—This new nation will be a sanctuary for all mutants, a place where we can live free from human hatred and oppression. Here, our abilities will be celebrated and not feared. Here, we will build a society based on equality, respect and peace. This is our right, and we will take it into our own hands.
The audience began to cheer, and Magneto raised both hands, raising the remains of asteroid M even higher. The structure of Utopia began to take final shape, a shining city in the sky.
"We must not forget the sacrifices that brought us here," Magneto said, his voice now solemn. Those who fell in the fight for our freedom did not do so in vain. We will honor his memory by building a better world for all mutants.
A world where we do not have to hide our abilities, where we are not persecuted for our genetics. This will be our home, our paradise.
The remaining fragments of the asteroid came together in one final magnificent act, completing the floating city of Utopia. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, their faces filled with tears of joy and hope.
—Brothers and sisters, united, we are strong. United, we are invincible. Today begins a new era for mutants. Today, we begin to build our own destiny. Welcome to Utopia!
With those final words, Magneto lowered his hands, and the new mutant nation shone in the moonlight, a beacon of hope and resistance in a world that had tried to crush them. The fight would continue, but that night, in Utopia, Magneto's mutant followers celebrated the beginning of a new mutant future.
However, his speech did not end even with the cameras pointed at his face, aware of being watched by people who hate him and his race continued with his plan.
"I'm not done with my plans yet," Magneto said, his voice now sinister. —Those who call themselves superior to us, what many of you do not know that we are only a minority, thanks to their grotesque experiments to retain our race as the true evolution to stop this extinction, I have created with my brotherhood of mutants a machine capable of awakening the gene. -x latent in all humans born with this, enhancing it with my world-class power, no one in this world will ever treat a mutant like trash again, thinking that we are a minority of the bunch.
While Magneto finished his speech, the mutant followers of his cause celebrated in joy and the live viewers as well as on the internet barely assimilated the words said by the mutant who stated that the entire world, as they conceive of mutants, would turn their thoughts upside down. which were the anomalies of the 21st century.
Without any effort the master of magnetism attracted Rogue to his side saying that her power would help with the machine for all the mutants on planet Earth.
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After hearing Magneto say that he would take the girl, Bobby Drake attacks the Brotherhood of Mutants. My blurred vision allows me to see how Jhon seems lost in thought, hesitating to go, but when Magneto draws Rogue into the sky with his imposing power, ignoring the boys' attacks on his lackeys, something inside him is activated.
Rogue screams to help her while a blue-skinned mutant tries to convince her by struggling with her in an ineffective way. At the moment when Bobby and John are overwhelmed by the renegade mutants, Magneto lowers the completely destroyed cars and electronic devices, following the speech of his ideals of a mutant nation and his extremist positions.
With the power of one of his followers, the screens of the big city show live images of the extremist mutant speech. My mind goes blank as I watch Jhon and Bobby resist capture, trying to save Rogue.
I then take a step forward into the fight, but my legs begin to tremble when I notice that the lights of the skyscrapers are overshadowed by the huge structure in the sky of a size comparable to a small state, with the group of mutants watching me and my column sweating.
"Am I terrified?" I ask myself, thinking about the previous chase and Shadow King. I realize that being afraid will get me nowhere.
For a few seconds, my perception slows with every movement I make. With each step forward, my mind clears, and I can feel the flow of vectors around me, like thousands of particles moving in time with my will. In an instant, the adjacent building transforms into a stone colossus, rising with astonishing speed towards the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
The colossus hits Magneto hard, who barely has time to react. The massive structure collides with the mutant leader's magnetic shield, causing an energy explosion.
Magneto, surprised by the attack, hesitates momentarily. As chaos breaks out, the blue-skinned mutant, Mystique, takes advantage of the distraction to try to take Rogue.
Bobby and Jhon redouble their efforts to stop her, but Magneto's lackeys are too many. Magneto, recovered from the impact, deflects the stone colossus to the side with a wave of his hand, demonstrating the overwhelming power of it. However, the attack has bought the boys valuable time.
With my mind still blank, but my heart determined, I move forward. My body reacts instinctively, manipulating the vectors around me. With a shout of defiance, I channel all my energy into launching a shockwave towards Magneto and his Brotherhood, destabilizing the battlefield.
"I don't know
They will take Rogue!" I shout, feeling a renewed strength within me. Magneto looks at me with a mixture of surprise and respect, recognizing that we are not just helpless children.
"John, Bobby, now!" I exclaim, urging them to act while I have Magneto distracted. Jhon, with his pyromantic powers, and Bobby, with his control of ice, combine their forces to create a devastating attack aimed at Mystique and the other mutants.
However, my adrenaline begins to lose effect when I perceive Magneto, unharmed, heading in my direction.
"You know, boy, I appreciate that you tried, but he expected more from you as a Xavier student."
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Heart pounding, Aleis faces the towering Magneto, feeling every word resonate in her mind. The pressure is overwhelming, but she knows she can't give in to the powerful mutant. Suddenly, the atmosphere is filled with chaos when a part of the building is thrown towards Aleis, who barely manages to avoid it thanks to her quick reflexes.
In an instant she dodges, but Magneto counterattacks with devastating skill, sending a torrent of metal towards the albino, who struggles to stay on his feet under the impact.
However, the situation worsens when Magneto, in an act of supreme power, begins to manipulate the metal and stone columns of the nearby building, forming a colossal attack that engulfs everything in its path. Aleis stands at the epicenter of the storm, struggling to stay on her feet as thousands of metal projectiles are fired in her direction.
Despite his best efforts, the albino cannot dodge them all, and he feels the sharp pain of a metallic spear piercing his back. The impact leaves him staggering, but he refuses to give up, but ending up flying in the air falling among the rubble of the rubble colossus, his face seems to show a state of semi-consciousness.
"Not yet!"
"I will not give up"
Defiant, Aleis stands determinedly despite the searing pain in her back. With her psychic powers still functioning, she focuses on blocking the pain and keeping her mind clear. Although seriously injured, he knows he cannot give up as long as Magneto continues to pose a threat to him and those around him.
Even with people left to save, he begins to use his telepathic abilities along with his vector ability to track down the weak to psychic attacks by ordering them.
"Get out of the place now!" With that last thing, spending the last of his energy, the albino falls among the rubble like a weak silhouette disappearing into the dust.
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With the fall of the young mutant among rubble, Magneto once again controlled with his mutant power the enormous floating city named Utopia, his paradise on earth, observing how the bicolor's companions fell one by one without problem at the hands of the mutant brotherhood and without any opposition to his plans, no one else was on his way to his floating city that he moved thanks to his great power.
When suddenly the sound of something breaking on his back when he turned around was a metal spear that was bent thanks to the protection of his electromagnetic shield.
"So it's time to play right?!!"
The formerly faint silhouette of the young mutant seemed to have completely disappeared. Now his body seemed to have been surrounded by the same black that gave him a gloomy and nightmare-worthy appearance.....
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to be continue