Note: You’re getting two scenes today and got two on Tuesday … as their won’t be any posts of Afternoon Fic, during McFassy Fortnight.
“How does this guy build five of these things in two years!” Erik stared in shock, horror and awe. He could feel the metal running through them, so he would be able to control them if it came down to it, though taking on five would be hard.
“Determination.” Azazel snarled. “How do things thing know how to detect Mutants. I could understand them going after me or Beast, but you and Charles look normal.”
“Something to do with Mystique’s DNA, Hank and Charles were talking a mile a minute about it, I tuned out at ‘using it so it can detect Mutant genetics’. I didn’t need to know anything else.”
“What now?” He asked, eyeing the other Mutant.
“We need to find out where these things are going, it might help us track Mystique.”
“She’s focused on Trask.” He pointed out. “And he’s not here.”
“We made a huge scene in Paris. Trask is going to use it to showcase how he can single handedly save the world from Mutants. These Sentinels will be going where he’s at, and where he’s at…”
“We’ll find Mystique.” Azazel looked up at the creature, a frown on his face. “Shouldn’t we just blow them up?”
“Freeze.”
“Fuck.” Erik turned to see over a half a dozen security guards. “Charles is going to be so pissed.”
“You are so whipped.” Azazel gave him an evil grin, pulled his sword, and then flashed away.
Erik snorted as he raised his hands, their guns pulled from the grasps. They screamed as each of them, disappeared or was killed in front the rest. In the end Azazel stood in the middle smirking, just as the alarms went off.
“Get us out of here.” Erik snarled. He felt Azazel’s tail wrap around his wrist, and just before they poofed out he saw two dozen more men, and Trask. He gave the man a half salute as they disappeared.
***
Alex stared at the TV, then Hank, then back at the TV. “Dude I’m impressed.”
“Fuck off.” He gave him a side glare, though fluffed his fur slightly in appreciation. “Problem is we’re out and proud, and Trask is using it against us.”
“What’s the plan?” Armando turned off the TV newscast that was announcing a big press conference planned by the White House. “We have a jet and uniforms just for this moment.” Alex gave him a look, not sure where he was going. “Mystique is going to try and kill Trask, no doubt very public. Obviously channeling Erik’s showmanship.” Beast snorted, but nodded for him to continue. “We have to counter this, by saving Trask by helping the humans – this is why we built the X-Men.”
“Are we prepared for that?” Sean asked staring between the original team. “I haven’t trained like that in years.”
“But I just got back home from war.” Alex glanced between them, smirking slightly. “Beast here has been getting his ass kicked by Magneto these past few years.” Hank sighed but nodded. “I’m not sure about this Logan guy, but if any a portion of what he’s saying is true … “
“And here I thought it would be Erik who would start World War Three because someone did something to Charles, who knew Mystique would lose her shit this much.” Sean shook his head.
Hank looked at his brothers, that’s what they were to him. All of them had been there in the beginning, Sean and Alex were on that beach, and Darwin helped in Erik’s recovery. They deserved the truth.
“I’m telling you something that Erik and Charles likely don’t want you to know.” He took off his glasses and cleaned off the invisible speck, trying to get his words. When the world came back in focus all three of them were waiting intently. “Erik didn’t make it to this future. Charles was leading the brotherhood – which means one thing.”
“Fucking hell, he died protecting Charles.” Alex stood and began to pace. “This isn’t good. We have to stop this.”
“What about the rest of us?” Sean asked quietly.
“I was by Charles side.” It was all he had to stay, the implication was there for the taking.
“Well fuck if I’m dying because of Mystique.” Alex muttered, looking at the rest of them. “I think it’s time the world meets the X-Men.”
Time to kick some ass!