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Chapitre 35: Chapter 34 Protests and Stryker

There was a rising amount of civilians all around the world making there voices clear.

From young to old.

They wanted Superman to answer.

They wanted Superman to answer for the kidnapping of high level leaders and many humanitarian type ceo's from several countries.

Superman told them he would be good for the citizens on Earth.

Yet now he goes around kidnapping so many seemingly good people.

"Did Superman lie?" Was a prominent question being asked and loads of discussions were happening over it.

Some had different opinions to the "Superman is bad" group but there voices were too small and was eventually drowned out.

So these people began turning towards there governments.

Demanding them to get Superman to answer.

over the next few days this would eventually turn into all out protests because of the silence of the governments.

People would March towards the government buildings such as the White house and other such places in groups of tens of thousands.

Blocking streets and shutting down any work being performed in these places where the main body of government was represented.

The police and military would try to control and suppress these protests but the numbers and voices of the citizens were too many and too loud to suppress.

They were only able to make sure no one did anything too crazy.

This would also become known as the beginning of The Age of Chaos.

Currently however, these protests had yet to happen and was purely limited to online discussions.

Meanwhile the news of Tony and Steve although still available were barely noticed.

David landed softly before the imposing gates of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

The plaque gleamed in the sun light, the engraved words a stark reminder of the hope this place symbolized for mutants.

"Someone's trying to invade your mind," Venom hissed in his thoughts.

"Stop them," David commanded as the faint mental pressure dissipated, leaving David with an inkling of who it might be.

Moments later, the speaker by the gate crackled to life.

"Who is this?" a gruff voice demanded.

David replied, "Tell Xavier, Superman is here."

The gates creaked open after a tense pause.

Soon he began walking the pathway, carrying the unconscious bodies of Bucky and the others, he observed the sprawling fields.

The grass fresh and the surroundings clean, creating serene envoirment.

At the entrance, the door swung open, revealing Professor Charles Xavier seated in his wheelchair. Beside him stood Logan, his sharp eyes filled with suspicion.

"Superman," Xavier greeted with a polite nod, his voice calm yet curious and slightly suspicious. "What brings you to my school"

David shifted the weight of the soldiers and said firmly, "A request for your help... and theirs."

Xavier was quiet for a second as he glanced at the four unconscious people in David's hand.

"Come in" Xavier said as cogs seemed to be turning in his head as his wheel chair turned around and he began rolling into the mansion.

David walked in while Logan followed him from behind.

Stepping through the hallway, there were two huge rooms connected to the hallway.

With a casual glance, David noticed several young kids, peeping at him trying there best to stay as hidden as possible.

The rooms seemed empty but it was actually filled.

"These kids are very innovative" David said with a smile as he looked at Charles who also let out a chuckle.

"Yes, indeed they are, especially the one that's somehow hiding inside the couch and has poked holes within to see" Charles pointed out, loud enough for his voice to be heard in both the large rooms.

There was only silence as David, Charles and Logan kept walking.

David and the other three rather impressed by how quick these kids managed to find out David was here and hide so well in the time it took David to walk from the gates to the door.

Going to the next floor and a little walk later through the large and well decorated mansion/school they had finally arrived at Xavier's office.

Stepping inside, David observed the Warm and inviting lighting, Natural light streaming in through large windows.

A large, polished wooden desk as the centrepiece which Xavier moved towards and sat on the tall brown chair.

The walls lined with tall bookshelves, filled with volumes on science, philosophy, history, and mutant-related research, showcasing Xavier's scholarly pursuits.

The office adorned with artifacts.

Diplomatic and intellectual items like globes, framed documents, and classical sculptures decorating this room.

"I see they have been marked and mind controlled ,when certain phrases are said they enter a state of being controlled" Xavier said when Logan shut the door.

"Yes, They were mind controlled by Hydra and I want you to remove this mark" David said causing Xavier to nod.

"That's not a bug issue, at most 4 days" Charles said.

"But in exchange I would like to request your help" Charles said causing David to be intrigued.

"There was a person who asked me to look at his son a while ago, I did and he had good powers and with proper guidance, he would be able to develop his powers well, so I offered him a place in the school" Xavier said as a frown was appearing on his face.

"But the boy refused, he did not wish to Accept my help so I left, recently, I got a bit curious about the boy and took a look at how he was doing.

And..." Xavier stopped with a look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"The extent of the boy's mistreatment, including the physical and psychological abuse he endured and is still enduring under his father was disgusting" Xavier said.

David looked at Xavier with confused look, "So a rescue mission? Don't you have people you can send?" David asked as he glanced back at Logan.

But Charles shook his head.

"There will be to many consequences if we take action, towards the whole mutant community" Charles shook his head.

"His father is a valued researcher of the government, he has lots of friends in high places which will make things very difficult for us" Charles said trying to take Advantage of the news of David spreading all over the world.

It seemed like David's actions were very questionable but an opportunity for Charles.

David in the other hand was still completely oblivious to the fire he had set off.

David was quiet for a while before he nodded.

"So who is he?" David asked.

"William Stryker and his son Jason Stryker" Charles said the names, causing David to nod.

He didn't have much of a issue.

Striker may been a difficult opponent for the mutants because of the involvement of the government.

But for him this was a easy matter to handle.

His interference would change a lot of things, most prominently the supposed death of Jean Grey


next chapter

Chapitre 36: Chapter 35 Mephisto

In New York, Inside a well lit and rather large underground section with a large arc reactor under the building in front, owned by Stark enterprises, Obadiah stood.

Behind him, loads of scientists were walking around, servers running, the arc reactor buzzing, while the scientists were trying to figure something out, capturing reading from the large arc reactor.

Meanwhile Obadiah was looking at the huge metal suit, similar to the Ironman, except way bigger and bulkier.

A chest dark and hollow, something he stared at fuming.

A person in a laboratory named William looked uncomfortable as he explained.

"Sir the technology to Create it, doesn't exist" He said.

"William, we have the technology" Obadiah said pointing at the large version of the Arc reactor.

"I want you to make it smaller!" Obadiah his voice increasing as he looked at William who shrunk back a little.

The other scientist working, coming to a stop as they looked at Obadiah and William, the lead researcher.

"Si.. Sir it's not pos"

"Tony Stark was able to do this in a cave!" Obadiah shouted interrupting the stuttering of William.

"He did it with a BUNCH OF SCRAPS!" He exclaimed his voice echoing through the floor.

"Sir, I'm not Tony Stark" William said stepping back away from Obadiah.

Hearing what William said Obadiah took a step back

"Get out then, your fired" he said as he turned to look at the rest of the scientists.

"Your all fired" He shouted as he waved for them to get out.

They glanced at each other for a few seconds before they set down there clipboards and stopped working the machines.

Soon they began leaving the place through the large elevator.

When the room was empty and only Obadiah was left with the large Arc reactor, he glanced at the large suit without any energy to operate.

His mind racing, just what could he do?

It didn't make sense.

He couldn't just go and take Tony's Arc reactor from his chest.

He remembered Tony telling him about what happened at the cave and how he managed to escape.

"That Arc reactor is what keeps him alive" Obadiah said out loud as a look of reluctance appeared for a few seconds only to be quickly replaced with a gleam of realization.

"But I do want to kill him..." Obadiah said, the look in his eyes a little crazy.

Obadiah wanted Stark group to finally be his.

He did not want to keep living in the shadow of the name Stark.

He had done that for a very long time already and he was not going to do it anymore.

And if that meant killing his nephew, then so be it, he thought to himself.

Tony was too stupid anyways, he wanted to keep the Iron man suit to himself, Obaidah thought to himself.

"Dose he know how much money we can make..." Obaidah muttered.

How will I get the Arc reactor, he wondered.

Obadiah knew that Tony was Ironman, connecting the dots was not hard.

Yet to the world it seems like Tony was somehow entangled with Superman.

And although it seemed impossible, he was begging to believe it as well.

He couldn't risk his life trying to get the Arc reactor from Tony.

It was too much of a gamble, Obadiah thought to himself.

But that again left him with only an empty shell of a suit.

"There is... no way to power the suit" Obadiah muttered.

Unwilling, but realizing that he might just be stuck living under the Stark name for the rest of his life, always overshadowed by there "Genius" at every step of the way.

Obadiah stood, the various hums in the background being the only thing to break the silence, His mind swirled with frustration, anger.

The lights in the underground floor suddenly dimmed, and an unnaturally cold chill filled the air.

Even the Arc reactor seemed like it was affected as it dimmed.

The Servers running and various other machine also quietened.

A voice, smooth and menacing, echoed through the space.

"Power, Obadiah. True, unrelenting power... It's within your grasp."

Obadiah tensed up, scanning the shadows. "Who's there?" he demanded.

A figure stepped into the dim fluorescent light, a tall, charismatic man dressed in a sharp crimson suit. His eyes burned faintly, like embers, and his smile was unsettling.

"Let's just say I have an... interest in your predicament. You may call me Mephisto."

Obadiah narrowed his eyes. "Mephisto? What do you want? How did you get down here!" Obadiah said.

"It's not about what I want, my friend, It's about what you want.

That suit, that power—it could all be yours. I can give you the means to power it, no need for an Arc reactor.

Something far more potent, something no man can rival." Mephisto said with a smile.

By now, Obadiah was scared.

This man suddenly appeared in a place not many even knew existed and was promising him power?

Obadiah was scared but Mephisto's words intrigued him so after a little bit of silence, Obadiah finally spoke.

"Even Superman can't rival?" Obadiah asked, although unwilling, the curiosity was something he could not control.

"That depends on you and your suit" Mephisto said.

"And what's the catch?" Obadiah asked.

Mephisto's grin widened. "Oh, it's quite simple. I'll power your suit with an energy source that no technology on this planet could replicate. But in return... I want your soul."

His body stiffened, his mind racing, A soul? What did that even mean?!

"Are you the devil" Obadiah asked.

"Some call me that" Mephisto shrugged with a small chuckle causing Obadiah to gasp.

His back filled with cold sweat and his throat closing up.

Obadiah's eyes glancing at Mephisto who seemed to display no signs of being the devil, as he would imagine one being.

"What if I refuse?"

Mephisto chuckled, his voice a low rumble. "Then you'll remain as you are—powerless, desperate, and always in Stark's shadow.

But with my help, you could crush him, outshine him, potentially outshine everybody, The choice is yours, Obadiah."

Obadiah hesitated, his desire for power battling against his better judgment.

Am I really about to make a deal the Devil, Obadiah thought to himself, his rational side trying to fight against his emotions.


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