Bab 140: Magnetic Storm

"Huh?! What a powerful magnetic storm! Is it Eric?!" Charles exclaimed as he felt the sudden surge of magnetic energy.

Closing the textbook, he smiled at the children seated before him. "Okay, that's all for today's class. I have something to attend to."

Charles closed his eyes and his psychic senses expanded outward. He quickly discerned Alex manipulating a magnetic storm, shaping steel into a sword. "Is Alex out of his mind?" Charles muttered to himself, deeply concerned.

Seeing Alex's actions directed towards Washington, Charles realized the potential danger: the White House, the symbol of the U.S. presidency.

Charles's psychic power swept over Alex's estate, confirming his fears as he observed Raven and others unconscious, hinting at Alex's motives.

Reaching out mentally, Charles contacted Psylocke urgently. "Psylocke, please go to Alex's estate. Take care of Raven and the others."

Psylocke, sensing the urgency, didn't hesitate. "Understood, Professor. I'm on my way."

With that, Psylocke swiftly departed for Alex's manor, ready to confront whatever awaited her there.

After all, they're all on the outskirts of New York, so the distance is very short.

"No, I have to stop him from doing stupid things," Charles exclaimed as he stood up abruptly.

"If Alex really gets into the White House, I'm afraid Mutants won't be able to endure it when he arrives in the country."

Charles quickly boarded the X fighter. At this point, he had to go alone; taking anyone else would be pointless.

Meanwhile, having already left S.H.I.E.L.D., he was preparing to return to SHIELD to resume his celestial observations.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a report from a New York reporter.

"We're witnessing a thousand-meter-long steel sword in the sky headed towards Washington. This is beyond human reach. The Mutant responsible appears to have metal control abilities. We suspect it might be Magneto."

Upon seeing this news, Carol realized the figure atop the sword wasn't Magneto at all, but Alex. She'd been in touch with him recently.

"Is he out of his mind? He's about to plunge Mutants into chaos," Carol muttered incredulously, staring at the report.

Her friend Abigail Brand, an agent of SHIELD, was also a Mutant.

*Brrring!*

Carol's satellite phone suddenly rang.

She quickly answered, finding Abigail Brand on the other end.

"Carol, when are you coming back?" Abigail asked urgently.

"I was planning to return to SHIELD later, but now I've got another problem," Carol responded quickly.

"Trouble? That's not good, but fortunately, I might be able to help you out," Abigail offered.

"Don't joke. How can you possibly assist with a problem in space?" Carol replied with a hint of helplessness.

"Definitely not," Abigail's voice came from outside the door as she leaned against it, holding a satellite phone with a smile aimed at Carol.

"Late! Abigail, how did you drop in from the sky?" Carol's voice was filled with surprise.

"Definitely here for the task, but S.H.I.E.L.D. has stirred up a lot of trouble," Abigail shrugged, her tone casual.

"Big trouble?" Carol glanced at the news on the TV, unable to resist asking.

"Yeah, Nick Fury wanted to assemble a special superhero team, so he pitched the idea with mutants, but things went south during execution. There was a massive mishap. They underestimated the power of the target. Against the Mutant Sentinels, the guy just snapped his fingers and turned everything to grey. Now they're headed for Washington, so they pulled me down from the skies to handle this." Abigail had been up in space with the Sky Sword, and details about the U.S. weren't crystal clear in her briefings; she only knew the basics.

Carol's heart sank. She knew Alex—a kind and humorous person—how could he be pushed to this?

She had a sinking feeling. Could S.H.I.E.L.D. really mess things up this badly?

"If you're right, I guess that's the guy on TV," Carol nodded towards the screen showing the news report.

"Yeah, that's the one. He's incredibly strong! A thousand-meter steel sword? This is a major headache," Abigail's surprise was evident on her face. Her mutant abilities gave her keen senses, endurance, outstanding leadership, and precise marksmanship.

Dealing with this monstrous anomaly?

(End of this chapter)

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Bab 141: Destruction

Alex effortlessly demolished the human defenses and pressed onward, a formidable presence in the skies above Washington.

Witnessing the massive shadow looming, the citizens of the capital were awestruck. "Oh my god! What is that?" They pointed at the colossal silhouette in disbelief.

"It looks like a sword."

"Someone's standing on it."

"He's heading towards the White House!"

The crowd turned their gaze toward the iconic presidential residence.

Indeed, the direction was unmistakably towards the White House.

Alex manipulated the enormous sword, slowly raising it into position.

Hovering in the air, Alex unleashed a magnetic storm. Steel from Washington's buildings was swiftly drawn out, coalescing into a smaller blade that merged seamlessly with the colossal sword behind him. The visible destruction of Washington's infrastructure sent the citizens into panic, fleeing for safety. This was only the beginning.

The colossal sword continued to grow, casting a chilling gleam. Washington's residents stared in horror at the impending catastrophe.

"Alex, stop this madness! Are you out of your mind?!" Charles arrived at Alex's side aboard the X fighter, urgently reaching out to him through their psychic connection.

"I'm fine," Alex responded coldly.

"Please, reconsider! The people of Washington below are innocent! If you proceed, how many innocent lives will be lost? Do you really want to become a butcher?" Charles pleaded, desperate to reason with him.

Alex's expression shifted, but he held firm, his voice cold as he spoke, "I didn't choose to be a butcher, but humans have pushed me too far. All I wanted was a peaceful life, but they want me dead. They've forgotten the fear of what had happened in Cairo twenty years ago. Perhaps Washington will remind them."

His words carried across Washington, stirring anger among its citizens. Voices rose in condemnation of the current president. "Are these fools trying to provoke a catastrophe?"

Charles fell silent, grappling with how to respond. The desire of humans to end Alex's life wasn't unfamiliar, and their reaction wasn't unexpected.

After a moment of silence, Charles gazed down at the furious crowd and implored, "The people of Washington are innocent. They shouldn't suffer. I don't want to become a butcher like you or Apocalypse."

Alex narrowed his eyes at Charles for a moment before replying casually, "Consider this a lesson. Next time, the city won't be spared."

With those words, the colossal sword descending from the sky plunged into the ground, cleaving Washington in two. Downtown was now dominated by a massive steel blade.

The impact shattered buildings across the city, causing widespread destruction. The steel sword created a deep rift through the heart of Washington. Leading to wide spread earthquakes.

Initial reports suggested around 200,000 casualties in the aftermath.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Alex had relented this time. Even though casualties were high, it was a small mercy compared to the complete annihilation of Washington.

Alex stood defiantly in front of the White House, surrounded by nervous soldiers who were clearly shaken by the recent events.

"Let the president come out!" Alex's voice carried a casual tone as he spoke without entering.

"Mr. Alex, perhaps this is all a misunderstanding," one of the senior soldiers attempted to intervene before calling for the president. Moments later, the president emerged with a smile.

"Misunderstanding? I don't see it that way. You agreed to authorize the Sentinel plan, didn't you?" Alex's hand extended, and the president was lifted into the air, held firmly in Alex's grasp. With a cold edge to his voice, Alex addressed the President of the United States directly.

"Alex, calm down. He's the president, you can't…" Charles began, but Alex cut him off sharply.

"Back off! I won't say it again," Alex's voice thundered.

"Hey," Charles sighed helplessly, shook his head, and stepped aside.

It had been Alex's greatest mercy just moments ago. If he continued disregarding right and wrong, even his friends would have to stand against him.

"It's not just you. Anyone who approved the Sentinel plan is implicated. There will be no escape. They will die," Alex's grip tightened. Not just the president and congressmen, but even Nick Fury, the architect behind the plan's resurgence, had to answer for it. It was non-negotiable.

Regardless of who orchestrated it, they all must pay with their lives. There could be no mistakes!

"Stop!" A figure landed directly in front of Alex. After gently setting down the person on her back, she advanced toward Alex. Her focus was on the President of the United States held in Alex's clutches.

"Move aside! Can't you all see right from wrong?" Alex's voice cut through the tense air.

Ready to mete out justice to everyone involved, Alex pondered the mastermind behind it all.

They all had to pay the ultimate price. Wasn't that only fair?