"So you brought company, huh, Jean Grey and Jack S. Michael. I hope the two of you are prepared to die." He muttered as smoke filled his vicinity. He extended his hands as his sinister smile extended all the way up to his ears. There was something unnerving about the way he posed himself as the villain but no one in the group was bothered by it since he looked like he was trying too hard.
"Who are you, where's my son?!" Jean Grey screamed. He still maintained his composure despite his raised voice but deep in his mind, he was afraid that something bad happened to his son. He didn't want to think about nor assume anything but seeing that his son wasn't there, then that could only mean that he was being kept somewhere private.