Chương 13: chpter 6 :wake up (complete)
Waking up, my soft bed hugs my back and, for a few moments, allows me to forget the responsibilities that await outside these walls. Dawn light filters through the windows, drawing patterns of shadow and light on the quilt.
There is no rush in these first minutes of the day; It is a sacred time for me, a moment of stillness before the world demands my attention. I stretch slowly, feeling every muscle awaken with me.
The silence of the room is broken only by the soft hum of life outside the mansion. I sit on the bed, my feet touching the cold wooden floor, and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool morning breeze that comes through the half-open window.
I get up and walk to the bathroom, where I face my reflection in the mirror. A quick face wash helps me clear away the last vestige of sleep.
The routine is always the same: brush my teeth, smooth my unruly hair, and a light touch of cold water on my eyelids to fully wake up.
I go back to the room to get dressed. The shirt, although ill-fitting for my thin body, has something comforting about it. Every fold and every button are reminders of my purpose and my place in this world.
The fabric conforms to my body, preparing me both mentally and physically for the day ahead. Once dressed, I head to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee guides me almost by instinct.
The kitchen is already bustling with activity; Some of my companions are already there, talking softly while eating breakfast. I pour myself a cup of coffee and join them, exchanging greetings and sleepy smiles.
Breakfast is a mix of healthy foods that provide us with the energy necessary to face our workouts and classes: fresh fruits, cereals, and some protein. With the cup in my hand, I look out the window that overlooks the backyard.
The sun is already higher in the sky, its rays illuminating the faces of those who are out there, practicing or simply enjoying the peace of the morning.
I join them soon after, empty cup in hand, ready to begin the rigors of the day at the academy. With my mind clear and my body ready, I head into the classroom ready and relaxed to learn something new.
Here, every day is an adventure, and I can't wait to see what today has in store for me. Heading towards the mansion, walking through the green gardens along the way, I observed my destination.
Entering the X Mansion is always an overwhelming experience. From the outside, its imposing stone façade looks like something taken from a bygone era, with its large arched windows and towers pointing to the sky. It is surrounded by sprawling green gardens that at any moment can be filled with mutant students showing off their unique abilities, a constant reminder that this is no ordinary school.
Walking through the front door, the foyer greets me with its classic elegance; shiny marble floor and a spiral staircase that seems to extend forever upwards. The air is filled with a respectful silence, but also with the vibrant energy of young mutants learning to harness their powers.
To the right, the main hall functions as a meeting point for teachers and students. With its leather sofas and shelves filled with books ranging from classic literature to complex science manuals and mutant philosophy, this space is a welcoming heart to the mansion. Here, students can relax and share, always under the watchful eye of the portraits of the founders and mutant heroes that adorn the walls.
Beyond the lounge is the danger room. This advanced facility, almost futuristic compared to the rest of the mansion, is where the X-Men train. It is a camera capable of simulating any environment and challenge, adapting to the user's powers to test their limits and teach them control and strategy.
The dining room is another living space, with a long table where all the residents of the mansion gather to share meals. It is a place of camaraderie, where stories are exchanged and friendships are forged, under the soft glow of chandeliers.
Finally, the hallways that connect these areas are decorated with art objects and artifacts that tell the story of mutants through the ages, a mix of museum and home that serves as a daily reminder of the X-Men's mission: coexist in peace with humanity, protecting those who fear and misunderstand their gifts.
Every corner of the X-Mansion is a testament to the struggle, hope and resilience of mutants.
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But sooner rather than later I arrived at my destination, the classroom of my respective classes with Professor Xavier, the children settled in their seats waiting for the last ones to arrive like me.....
- Good morning Aleis - as always sitting and n the chair that defies the laws of physics by keeping his invalid and bald body in motion
-Good morning teacher- With a greeting back I proceed to sit down to start the boring history classes.
As I settled into my seat, Professor Xavier began class with his characteristic calm and wisdom.
His voice echoed through the classroom as he guided us through the annals of mutant history, from the earliest records of supernatural powers to the most recent events that had shaped our world.
I immersed myself in the lesson, absorbed by the stories of bravery and sacrifice of those who came before us.
Professor Xavier's every word was like a thread weaving the tapestry of our mutant heritage, reminding us of our responsibility to honor and protect that heritage. As the class progressed, I found myself reflecting on my own role in this story.
As a student at the X-Mansion, I had the privilege and burden of carrying on the legacy of the After history class, we headed to the training ground for our daily powers practice session.
There, under the watchful eyes of our instructors, we embark on exercises designed to strengthen and control our unique abilities.
The training ground was a melting pot of energy and activity, with mutants of all ages and abilities working together to improve.
From telekinetics lifting objects with our minds to pyrokinetics controlling dancing flames, each of us was engaged in our journey of self-discovery and growth. After an intense training session, we met in the dining room to have lunch and share our experiences of the day.
Between bites of food and laughter, we grew stronger not only physically, but also emotionally, remembering that together we were stronger than any adversity that could face us. At the end of the day, I returned to my room in the X-Mansion, exhausted but full of energy.
As I prepared to go to sleep, I reflected on the day that had passed and on the challenges I would face mastering these new powers that I have, the psychic mutation fused with my innate vector ability in the face of the nightmares of days past haunting me, my insomnia got the best of me and I ended up leaving the house. room at night going down and down the stairs I find the entrance to the garden that leads to the school cemetery I decide to walk through it.
The night enveloped the cemetery with its dark mantle, and a soft breeze made the leaves of the nearby trees dance.
I stopped in front of the sculpture, observing the inscription on the tombstone with curiosity and respect. "In the name of Jean Grey, beloved student and wife." The words echoed in my mind, evoking a feeling of melancholy and reverence. Jean Grey. He had heard her name before in the stories circulating around the X-Mansion, but he had never had the opportunity to meet her.
According to what he had heard, Jean had been an extraordinary mutant, gifted with unmatched psychic powers and a noble and brave heart.
I stood there for a moment, reflecting on the life and legacy of Jean Grey. I thought about her stories of her exploits as a member of the X-Men, her fight against evil and her ultimate sacrifice to protect those she loved.
Her memory seemed to inhabit the cemetery, permeating the air with her indomitable spirit and her eternal presence. As I looked at the other headstones scattered around the cemetery, I realized that each one told a unique story of bravery, sacrifice, and love.
They were reminders of those who had come before us, of those who had given their lives to the mutant cause and of those who had left an indelible mark on the world. I was humbled by the greatness of those who had passed through the X-Mansion before me.
Their stories were a reminder of the responsibility we shared as mutants, of the need to defend and protect our community, even as we faced our own inner demons and challenges.
With a sigh, I silently said goodbye to Jean Gray and the others resting in the cemetery. As I returned to the As I walked back to the X-Mansion, doubts and questions continued to flutter in my mind.
Was there anyone else in the world with powers like mine? Someone who could really understand what it meant to be able to control and manipulate vectors?
I felt alone in my thoughts as I walked through the quiet garden of the mansion.
Although he was surrounded by fellow mutants, none Not one of them seemed to share my unique gift. How could I feel truly understood if no one else had a similar experience? Upon entering the mansion, the feeling of loneliness intensified.
Although the halls were full of life and activity, I felt separate, like I was in a world apart because of my special ability.
The need to find someone who could relate to me, who could understand what it meant to be different in that way, became an obsession in my mind. I decided to look for answers.
I headed to the mansion's library, a quiet and serene place where I knew I could concentrate and look up information about mutants with powers similar to my own.
I spent hours going through books and archives, looking for any hint of someone who shared my experience.
After hours of exhaustive searching in the library, my eyes finally landed on an ancient text that seemed to hold the key to what I was looking for. The book told of a legendary being, a mysterious figure with red hair who had existed throughout the centuries and was said to possess an extraordinary amount of psychic powers.
I devoured every word hungrily, absorbing every detail about this enigmatic being. According to the text, this figure had witnessed countless events throughout mutant history, from the first manifestations of power to the most critical moments of the fight for coexistence between mutants and humans.
As I read, I realized that this figure could only be the equivalent of a mutant messiah and soon after reading I found myself realizing that I wasted hours and hours of my life reading a children's story about Jesus with the x gene.
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My hopes of finding answers about my own power were dashed by the reality that what
I had been reading was simply a mythological story, a tale that had become exaggerated over time. I felt frustrated at having wasted so much time and energy on a fruitless search, and I wondered how I could get carried away with the excitement and excitement of finding a quick solution to my deepest questions.
With a resigned sigh, I closed the book and returned it to its place in the library. I promised myself to never fall into the trap of wishful thinking and rumors again, and instead focus on accepting and understanding my own power through practice and patience.
As I left the library and returned to my room in the X-Mansion, I decided that even if this search had been in vain, there was still much to discover and learn about myself and the mutant world around me.
Even if I didn't find easy answers, I was determined to move forward with perfect control of my telepathy.
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. Like Charles Xavier, I feel surrounded by the stillness of my study. Bookshelves full of ancient and modern books surround me, each containing a fragment of knowledge I have accumulated over the years.
I glide across the room in my wheelchair, feeling the soft carpet under my hands as I pass by the window, looking out over the gardens of the X-Mansion beyond. My mind is full of thoughts and worries, as it always is.
I care about every student here, every mutant who seeks refuge in our mansion, every life that is in my hands. But I am also filled with hope, an unwavering faith in the potential of each of them to change the world for the better.
My psychic powers give me a unique perspective, a window into the minds and hearts of those around me. I often spend hours in meditation, tuning into the emotions and thoughts of my students, seeking guidance on how to guide them down the right path.
But today, in this moment of calm before teaching, I allow myself a moment of personal reflection. I remember my own story, my own journey from the dark days of my youth to becoming the mentor and leader of the X-Men.
Every experience, every challenge, has contributed to forming the man I am today. I wonder about the future, about the legacy I will leave behind when I am gone. Have I done enough to prepare the next generation of mutants for the challenges they will face? Have I been a good leader, a good mentor, a good friend?
These questions continue to swirl in my mind, but I find comfort in the knowledge that I have done all I can with the gifts I have been given. My purpose is clear: to work tirelessly for a world where mutants and humans can coexist in harmony, where peace and understanding reign over fear and hatred.
With a renewed sense of determination, I settle into the chair and I prepare to face another day. There is a lot of work to do, but I am ready to face any challenge that arises. Because I am Charles Xavier, and as long as I breathe, I will continue fighting for a better future for all.
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In the main room of the Xavier Mansion, the students are seen like a honeycomb, moving between hallways and teachers' rooms.
One specific hallway got much of the attention of the male students, gawking at the group of girls in which they stood out; They were all blondes.
The attention they received from the other gender did not go unnoticed by the adults who were only heading to the main room on their way to Xavier's office, ignoring the commotion.
At the same time, a pale, thin boy walked in the direction of the blonde who seemed to start a conversation with the three of them without any problem.
When their eyes met, the albino immediately started a conversation with her.
-Hey! Ashley, are you available? -He said, somewhat nervous because of the looks on her back.
-Hello, Aleis, first let me introduce you to my friends: Phoebe, the youngest, Mindee as my dear, and Celeste, the oldest. They are triplets, it's great isn't it? -
-Ah, hello everyone. Nice to meet you, I'm Aleis - the boy responded with a friendly smile.
- Ashley, could we talk alone for a moment? I have something important to tell you.
-Of course, Aleis. Girls, do you mind if we step back for a moment? -Ashley asked her friends.
-Of course! See you later, Ashley - the triplets responded in a chorus, waving goodbye as they walked away.
Ashley nodded towards a more secluded spot and the two walked away from the bustle of the main room.
Once they were far enough away, Aleis took a breath and looked at Ashley determinedly.
-You see, Ashley, I've been thinking about you a lot lately...
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In Charles Xavier's office the doors opened, respectively letting in only the professors who were called by him.
Logan only entered with his cigar in hand and his beer, sitting on the couch following the action of the clawed mutant, the others sat down.
"Well, for starters, these last few weeks the cases of attacks on mutants have increased and the X-Men are not enough to stop all the cases," said the psychic, sitting down in his floating chair.
"Professor, we should discuss the recent anti-mutant protests in the streets," said Ororo.
- Is the real reason for this meeting because of those brats and the entity, Charles? -Logan said while he drank without any manners. The only ones paying attention to the real issue were Scott and Hank.
- Huh? Is that true, professor? - said the white-haired girl.
"This and for the only time I agree with the furry animal," Emma said as she filed her nails without giving much importance to the topic of discussion.
"Well, my concerns are for both of you and I wanted to ask about your progress in class," Professor Xavier said in his floating chair.
"The girl is a pain at reading minds and she learns quickly, nothing more remarkable," Logan said, taking the beer from him.
-The same thing I say, it stands out in her notes but nothing extraordinary-McCoy's opinion is not different from that of his partner.
- My opinion about both of them is the same, they are just teenagers having fun in class, they are not really problematic - said the white-haired girl.
-She definitely has talent, Xavier-with just that comment, Emma Frost finishes her evaluation of her.
- ... - At that moment, Charles Xavier remained silent, analyzing his students' evaluations.
- At the moment, the only person who has responded for both of them is Ororo.
- Don't you have something to say about young Aleis or is it the same opinion? - addressing everyone in the room, Professor X.
- The boy is...
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- Wimpy.
- Not very productive.
-Too relaxed-
-I'm just saying that he is incapable of doing three push-ups without losing his lung in the process-
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I would love to hear the reasons for his problems but classes are about to start; "We should finish the talk for the day, we have to teach," said Charles, moving in his chair towards the door.
With the end of the talk, everyone in the office began to retire to their respective rooms to teach classes to the young mutants.
Charles glided through the hallways, his mind filled with worries about the challenges his students faced and how he could help them overcome them. Arriving at the classroom, he found the students eager to learn and develop their mutant abilities.
The passion and determination on his face inspired him, reminding him why he had dedicated his life to guiding and protecting young mutants. With a smiles Reassuringly, Charles began the class, sharing his knowledge about controlling mutant powers and the importance of using them responsibly.
As he spoke, he could feel the positive energy and curiosity of his students, which filled him with optimism for the future.
At the end of the day, as the students dispersed through the hallways, Charles stayed in the classroom for a moment of reflection.
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-Have you ever been to the mansion's library? - Bobby Drake said to his friend.
-Yes, I've been a couple of times. Why do you ask? - says the beauty with two-tone hair
-I was thinking of going this afternoon to look for some books for my history project. Would you like to come with me?-
-Clear! I love the library. There is always a calm and relaxing atmosphere there. Also, it would be good for me to study a little too-
-Perfect. See you there at four then-
-Brilliant! See you at the library at four- The boy's goofy smile couldn't be bigger, accelerating to the boys' dormitories as if his life depended on it, and on the way he runs into a certain blonde and his lighter.
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The first time I experienced the supernatural was when I was just ten years old. I was playing in the backyard of our house when, suddenly and without warning, my mind was flooded with strange images and sensations.
I saw flashes of events that had never happened to me: happy moments and sad moments, unfamiliar faces and places I had never seen before. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as some of those voices and images became more recognizable, I knew it was something more.
Since then, I have experienced the power of reading minds and memories of people, as well as others, unconsciously on the first occasions.
Sometimes the thoughts of the people around me come out of nowhere, like a sudden flash of light in the darkness.
I can see someone walking down the street and suddenly I have a vision of their childhood or a pivotal moment in their life. Other times, the images and voices are more subtle, like a distant echo that I can barely perceive in the corner of my mind. I learned to live with these powers, although it is not always easy.
I often find myself struggling with the duality of certainty and uncertainty, knowing what is to come but unable to change it. Sometimes I wish I didn't have this ability, but I know that it has also given me a unique perspective on the world and the people around me.
When I was a teenager, I discovered that I could use my powers to help others. By stopping malicious people, I was able to warn friends and family about dangers or guide them toward life-changing decisions. But I also learned to be selective about who
I revealed my powers to, aware that not everyone was ready to face the truth about them. Sometimes I would see flashes of memories and thoughts of strangers on the street, wondering about their lives and the stories that lay behind their tired or smiling faces.
As I grew older, I also discovered that my powers were not just limited to influencing the minds of others; I could project this mental energy in practical ways. With the abilities I had, the excitement made me tell a close friend, who also awakened her mutant powers. Everything was great until one week when she suddenly disappeared and, searching for her for a whole day, I came face to face with a sinister-looking, turbaned guy who seemed to emit dark psychic energy. Without the opportunity to defend myself,
I just fell before her powers and ended up losing total consciousness. When I came to my senses, I had spent an entire week possessed by the entity. Now, today, a month after the kidnapping, I have learned to accept my gift as part of myself
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. Through the hallways of the mansion, the Canadian followed Professor X, who was heading towards a new room. Bitterly, Logan only slowly followed him until they reached the hallways.
"Charles, I know you want to talk about the pale boy," the clawed mutant said. - I'm worried that Shadow King will return. The last time he entered the boy's mind, his emotions were uncontrollable and his psychic powers unstable.
-So...-without wanting to continue talking, Logan begins to light his cigar.
- Logan, I know you've been following him and I thank you for that - said the bald man, avoiding the smoke that the mutant exhaled.
- That, huh? Nothing weird, just another idiot teenager beating up petty criminals for practice, I guess.
"So that's what I did at night when his presence disappeared from the bedrooms," he said, analyzing Logan's revelation.
- I wouldn't worry so much about that issue, Logan. I can solve it with a talk. The child alone does not know his direction
"He's beating people for his father's death," said the bald mutant.
- I wouldn't trust myself so much, Charles.
"It's not the first time a psychic has caused problems by going crazy," he said, with memories of the past.
- Now there are more of us than before and these types of accidents can be avoided in time...
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- What's going on! -The moment Xavier screamed, the mutant next to him ran in search of the source of the thunderous explosion.
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The days go by and the nightmares keep getting worse, my insomnia gets worse. The fact that personal research into my new ability demands a share of beaten thieves, leaving them with broken bones at night, brings little rest to my body.
Regarding my new skill, I have discovered and adapted to how it works.
First, unlike what I could originally control with my calculations, the vectors used had to be previously known, however, now that my ability seems to require mental energy to function automatically, I control the surrounding vectors.
Second, prior to this ability, I could not directly sense vectors, but with these new abilities, my perception of reality is more sensitive. I am now able to feel the lower frequencies and my reaction speed has improved tremendously.
The problem with going out at night to play with my powers is that the teachers would stop me immediately. However, now, with my enhanced senses coming into contact with the ground, I can check the entire mansion from top to bottom for anyone I came into contact with before.
But the only one who has been able to find me while I'm away is Wolverine and his heightened senses.
Now I find myself looking for my classmate to talk about a topic that has me intrigued. I walk through the hallways of the Xavier mansion, feeling the oppression of new sensations that I can't get used to and the burden of my own worries.
Finally, tired of walking, I use my ability to find my partner in one of the study rooms. I calmly approach her location, aware that my words may end the matter. As I reach her side, I clear my throat to get her attention.
She quickly introduces me to her new friends who leave the hallway leaving us alone or so we assume.
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"You know they're spying on us, right?" I asked her first before acting.
-hmm normally she would feel the presence of people nearby- she seemed to try to find them somehow without success.
-They are those three psychics, right?-
-Hey? How do you know that, wait is it them? - Her face showed a little disbelief.
"Yes, they just moved locations but I can feel how they are actively trying to enter my mind," I said, trying to concentrate on maintaining the mental barriers that professors Xavier and Emma taught us to use.
-They really must be powerful because they hide their presence from me perfectly- -hnmm... we better move to the library, they are close there, regardless of whether it is a woman or three, my mind will not be penetrated again by anyone.
- I get going immediately, planning to use the contact forces to scare them. those three.
-Hey! Swain, what do you think you're going to do, I can see your bad intentions on your face, you know...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah
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.....blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...blah... ....Blah blah blah blah. - The blonde didn't stop talking along the way, repeating the same thing.
"You know you can't read my mind anymore, right?" I said as she watched her face contort in an inhuman effort to retain my mind or the attempt at that.
-You know before this I wanted to ask you what you saw?
- My doubts about what I observed inside my mind last week have me worried.
-Really few memories, we were just practicing and I apologize for that Aleis
- her words don't convince me but at this point we already arrived at the library and.....
-What the fuck??- I think my expression couldn't be more appropriate given what I've seen.
-EH??- my companion observes the same thing with a look of clear surprise. My thoughts take a dizzying turn at the strange scene in front of uss.
s. A demonic ritual in the Xavier mansion library? What is hapening here? My partner and I exchange looks of disbelief before our minds can even fully process the situation.
-We should summon a demon!- exclaims the voice of my roommate who participates in the strange ritual.
-We should summon a demon!- exclaims the voice of my roommate who participates in the strange ritual.
For a moment, I feel paralyzed, unable to comprehend what is happening. Is it possible that some mutants are trying to summon demonic entities? What reasons could they have for doing something so dangerous?
-I think it's a great idea - the guy I recognize as Bobby, a friend of the blonde classmate, speaks, and the girl named Rogue seemed concerned about the situation.
"I support this thing," I said immediately. The opportunity to summon a demon is not present every day.
- Of course not... It's ridiculous - the blonde says
"Hey, this is serious, let that lighter burn," she says, rogue.
- Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha!
Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! Haha Mamani Mamanan Haha! - John Allerdyce satanically began to recite in a language unintelligible to me, beginning the ritual the flames in the center circle were the size of a person.
- Aleis, please stop him! - Ashley shouts exasperated.
-I?! That - I didn't want to get actively involved in this ritual.
- "Do something," the girl with the strange hair tells me the same thing, and soon I watch as Bobby uses his powers to try to put out the fireball that escaped from the ritual circle, and that ends up spreading in flames in the mansion floor.
Just a blow to the air manipulated the currents within the classroom to extinguish the flames, resulting in an instantaneous temperature change as the ice and fire in the room came into contact.
The burning disaster doesn't end until the lighter falls. When these elements meet, in an instant an exothermic chemical reaction that releases a large amount of heat and gases causes an explosion with a shock wave, sending the pyromaniac flying, as well as everyone present.
The moment the explosion hit, I managed to manipulate it and redirect it in the opposite direction. As a result, the use of my psychic energy leaves me fainting slightly. My heart was pounding, not only from the excitement of having stopped the dangerous attacker, but also from the exhaustion I was beginning to feel in my already tired body.
The explosion was complete chaos, with the deafening roar ringing in my ears as I struggled to stay on my feet. Smoke and dust rose around us, enveloping us in a thick cloud that made it difficult to breathe.
With superhuman effort, I managed to maintain my concentration, even as my mind spun and my body shook from the effort. The psychic energy I had used to redirect the explosion left me exhausted, as if I had run a marathon without rest.
As the chaos slowly began to dissipate, I could see around me the stunned and confused faces of my companions.
Bobby, with his determined look, moved through the rubble, looking for those who might need help.
The strange-haired girl approached me, with a worried expression on her face. "Are you OK?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.
I nodded weakly, trying to focus my mind as I fought the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew I couldn't let myself pass out now, not when there were still so many unanswered questions about what had just happened.
With a concentrated effort, I forced myself to stand, leaning on the nearest wall to keep myself upright. Although my body trembled with the effort, my determination remained intact.
As the teacher and the others arrived to assess the situation, I struggled to regain my composure and stay calm. I knew I would have to explain what had happened, but I also knew I couldn't let fear or anxiety get the best of me
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Suddenly, Professor Xavier broke the silence. "I regret having to take this action," he said in a calm but firm voice.
"But the security of the Xavier mansion is a priority, and we cannot allow students to engage in dangerous activities." I nodded silently, understanding his words although I still felt resentful of the punishment
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As the professor's car moved down the road, a heavy silence took over the atmosphere. We all seemed deep in our own thoughts, reflecting on the events that had just occurred at the Xavier mansion. I was frustrated and confused by the unfair punishment we had received.
He had only been observing the ritual, not actively participating in it. He did not understand why he had been punished in the same way as those who were directly involved in the act. I looked out the car window, watching the trees speed by.
I had no idea where we were headed, and the uncertainty only increased my anxiety. The strange-haired girl sighed next to me, looking equally frustrated.
"I can't believe they punished us for something like that," she muttered, her voice filled with indignation.
The rest of the trip passed in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts and emotions. As we approached our unknown destination, I wondered what awaited us and how we could get through this situation.
One thing was certain: life at the Xavier mansion would never be boring
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"Wait, why isn't Ashley grounded too?" I asked, letting out my annoyance. I felt frustrated and somewhat resentful at the apparent unfairness of the situation.
"Because she helped carry them out of the flames," Professor Scott answered.
Logan was growling under his breath, clearly displeased at having to deal with us.
The atmosphere inside the car became tense as we headed towards our unknown destination.
Logan continued to mutter under his breath, his frustration clearly visible from him.
Finally, we arrived at the exit of an uninviting looking bar.
The teachers quickly got out of the car, leaving us there. "Hey, Logan, are you going to leave us alone outside a bar?"
The only girl in the group exclaimed, with a tone of challenge in her voice.
The grumpy mutant responded without looking back: "If they know how to blow up the mansion, they will stay undisturbed."
Her words were a grim reminder of the consequences of our actions and the weight of responsibility we carried as students of the Xavier mansion.
With a resigned sigh, I looked around, wondering what the night had in store for us in that seedy bar and how we would manage to get out of this new situation unscathed.
"Are you serious?" the blonde muttered next to me while he played with his spare lighter, he had enough in our room to burn down the Notre Dame Cathedral alone.
-yes..- With that last thing we are left completely alone..
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The bar was located on a side street, away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. Its red brick façade was marked by flickering neon lights that announced its name in worn letters.
An old wooden door, worn by time and use, opened inward, revealing a dark, smoky atmosphere.
To one side of the bar, a narrow alley stretched. The walls were splattered with graffiti and damp stains, and the floor was covered in puddles of stagnant water.
The light barely penetrated the alley, creating ominous shadows that seemed to dance between the outlines of the dumpsters and abandoned boxes.
At the end of the alley, barely visible in the gloom, was an emergency door. Its worn paint and rusty handle gave the impression that it was rarely used.
Despite its neglected appearance, it was the only exit visible from the alley, offering an escape route for those who wished to disappear into the darkness of the night.
"Hey big boss," said one of the men who was chasing the X-Men to the bar in his truck.
"Ummm yeah?" The man in charge is impatient for the men to leave the alley.
"These children come with them, what do we do?" asks the roundest member of the same group about the minors accompanying the mutant adults.
"We don't know if they are also mutants," said the chubby boy's partner.
—They paid us to carry out a few mutants the children serve, look at their appearance—said the criminal in charge.
—but the only one with an unusual appearance is the ghost boy and the dyed girl?—replies the little fat ball
—I agree with the boss, he looks like a white rat or a teenager in advanced malnutrition with a strange skin color, it must be one of them.
— Soon the colleague agrees to what was previously discussed by the group and the boss.
"If the child and the adults are mutants, the rest should be considered mutants. It doesn't really matter, they paid us for this. Call the rest of the anti-mutant team," the boss said,
"immediately," the criminals resounded in unison.
As the men continued their argument in the alley, one of them pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number, calling the rest of the anti-mutant team to join the operation.
The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for reinforcements to arrive.
-We must ensure that we neutralize adults first- the man who seemed to be in charge insisted, his authoritative tone making it clear that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission.
-Children are just collateral damage, they do not represent a real threat- While waiting for reinforcements to arrive, the men remained alert, their eyes scanning the surrounding streets for any sign of movement.
The tension in the air was almost tangible, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. From the shadows of the elite team's facilities, separated from the surrounding streets, they carefully observed the situation.
Equipped with the latest technology and trained to face mutants, the anti-mutant team was ready to act with determination and speed.
The man who seemed to be in charge of him maintained his authoritarian stance, his orders echoing in the alley firmly.
It was evident that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission and that his main objective was to neutralize the adult mutants, considered the true threat for their ability to resist and counterattack.
The others nodded in agreement, sharing their leader's determination. Meanwhile, inside Meanwhile, inside the bar, it is observed how the adults were getting completely drunk.
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The bar is located in a dark, quiet corner of the city, away from the bustling main streets. Its red brick façade is adorned with flickering neon lights that announce its name in bright but timeworn letters.
In the dark alley behind the bar, the shadow of a car crept between the peeling walls.
From our position, we could see how three men with masks covering their faces emerged from the vehicle with conspiratorial gestures.
As the men continued their argument in the alley, one of them pulled out a cell phone and determinedly dialed a number, calling the rest of his team.
The sound of the ringtone mixed with the murmur of the city, creating an atmosphere of palpable tension in the air. We remained silent, watching from the safety of our position.
We didn't know what those men were planning, but their presence in that dark corner of the alley did not bode well.
"We must make sure to neutralize the adults first," the man who seemed to be in charge insisted, his authoritative tone making it clear that he would not tolerate any mistakes in the mission
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-Children are just collateral damage, they do not represent a real threat
- The others nodded in agreement, preparing to enter with their team. Meanwhile, inside the car, we remained alert, aware of the danger that loomed over us.
Bobby and John exchanged glances, silently communicating as they devised a plan to escape.
We knew we couldn't let the criminals capture us, but we were also aware that we were outnumbered and couldn't directly confront the anti-mutant team.
"What are we going to do?" the bi-color haired girl asked, her voice filled with concern as she looked out the car window, trying to catch a glimpse of the men following us.
Bobby frowned, quickly thinking of a strategy. "We have to act quickly," he said, his tone firm and determined.
-The four of us must find an exit at the back of the alley and try to escape with the car while keeping the criminals busy- We nodded silently, understanding the seriousness of the situation.
We prepared to get out of the car, ready to face whatever awaited us outside. We knew that the danger was imminent, but we were also up against the wall, the teachers couldn't help us while they defended themselves.
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As the criminals waited in the alley, tension was palpable in the air. We, the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, stopped as soon as we left, sensing the imminent danger.
My heart was pounding, and each of us exchanged worried glances, knowing that we had to act quickly and cautiously.
With palpable tension, the blonde began to start the car, desperately trying to get out of the bar alley. However, before I could move forward, a car was rapidly approaching us from behind, blocking our only exit.
"Something's not right," I muttered, watching the shadows move at the end of the dark alley.
The bi-colored haired girl, who always had a keen sense for trouble, nodded slowly. "They're waiting for us," she whispered, while her eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the best escape route or the way to deal with the situation.
Before we could form a plan, the men advanced toward us, their intentions clear in their menacing gazes and weapons that they carried in a poorly concealed manner.
The sound of the engine echoed in the narrow space of the alley, as the enemy car got closer and closer.
My hands gripped the seat tightly, as I felt the adrenaline rush through my body. The blonde was trying to maneuver the vehicle, looking for an alternative exit, but the presence of the enemy car had us trapped.
The situation was growing more tense by the second, and I could feel my partner's pulse racing as we both waited anxiously for an opportunity to escape.
John, joining us after dropping the car off outside the bar. Although he seemed worn down by the accident, his control behind the wheel does not waver.
We moved forward, using another ice shield as cover as we moved towards a side alley. The criminals fired, but the bullets were deflected or absorbed by the new improvised wall of ice and gravel that protected us.
Once we were far enough away, we stopped to catch our breath, relieved to have momentarily escaped danger.
As we drove away from the building and the bar, with the blonde at the wheel, the brunette as the co-pilot, and the girl with two-color hair in the back of the car, we realized that our escape was not over yet.
Looking back, we saw about twenty men in masks and special suits chasing us in several vehicles, starting a new chase.
Adrenaline began pumping through our veins as the car sped through the city streets, trying to lose our pursuers. The sound of roaring engines and screeching tires filled the air, as the cityscape flew before our eyes.
"We have to throw them off!" the driver shouted, his voice full of determination as he skillfully maneuvered between cars and corners.
Bobby nodded, his face hardened with concentration. "I'm ready to make the entire ice rink," he said, ready to freeze them.
The bi-colored haired girl and I clung to our seats, holding on tight as the car swerved and dodged obstacles with pinpoint precision.
Every sharp turn and every acceleration brought us one step closer to escape, but we also knew that our pursuers would not stop easily.
As the chase continued, John desperately searched for a way out, trying to find a place where we could hide and lose our pursuers from sight.
The city lights flickered around us as we entered narrower, less busy streets, hoping to find respite in the darkness of the night.
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Bobby with an ice attack destroys the track by several meters. The metal of the truck is pierced by the thrown pieces of ice that end up retaining the first truck.
The survivors of the chestnut attack try to stop the car, the others in pursuit, launching a shower of stray bullets at the teenagers who are held back by the ice shield.
The destroyed asphalt began to float and move in the air, forming a tornado of dirt and gravel.
—Accelerate! —said the boy. The car, driven by the young blonde, began to move at high speed towards the mansion.
—Hey, he's running away, chase them! —said the head of the thugs.
—Black!
The moment they got into the truck, the bandits realized that the tornado of stones was continuing its direction towards them.
They quickly accelerated to finish off the mutants, but the stones began to stop spinning in the tornado, being at the same time attracted to a point and gathering into thousands of pieces that began to move forming a kind of anthropomorphic figure.
Soon, to the students, a stone giant became visible moving at the speed of a car, following the criminals.
—Wait, aren't they supposed to be chasing us? —said the girl with two-color hair.
-What are you taking about? —the boy who acted as co-pilot immediately responded.
-What the hell is that? —exclaimed the ice chestnut.
"You can keep quiet, I'm focused on preventing the colossus from falling apart," said the albino, trying not to waste his energy and maintain concentration to continue moving the gigantic being of splinters, making sure it didn't fall apart.
The car roared through the deserted streets as the tornado of debris continued its relentless pursuit.
Adrenaline ran through the veins of the young occupants, aware of the power that Aleis unleashed around them. The scene looked like something out of an action movie, with the thugs in their black truck casting terrified glances back, watching as the stone giant pursued them relentlessly.
—They can't be that fast! —one of the thugs shouted, watching as the stone giant absorbed more debris from the ground, increasing its size and speedity.
Aleis, with her eyes fixed on the road, concentrated her energy to maintain the shape of the colossus.
Her hands trembled slightly, but her determination was ironclad. He knew that they couldn't allow those criminals to reach the mansion; Much depended on his ability to stop them here and now.
"I need more power," Aleis murmured, feeling his energy begin to waver.
"Just keep up the pace a little longer, we're almost there," the young blonde encouraged from the driver's seat, dodging a pothole at high speed.
Aleis, moving a rock giant, was being recorded by the citizens in a scene as unreal as the last time they were recording videos of ancient aliens from a portal with the Avengers.
Concentrated and pale, Aleis kept his attention fixed on the stone colossus he had created.
The giant moved with a fluidity that defied its rocky composition, each step echoing like thunder in the silence of the chase. Aleis growled through clenched teeth, his hands shaking slightly from the effort of manipulating countless rock fragments simultaneously.
Beside him, in the vehicle making its way through the chaos, his companions watched, mixing admiration with concern. The vehicle roared down the road, dodging obstacles and debris that the battle had left in its path.
Suddenly, the driver, a young man with blonde hair and determined eyes, glanced at the rearview mirror.
-They're getting closer! -He warned, watching as the thugs' truck quickly gained ground. In the back seat, the two-color haired girl frowned.
"Shouldn't we be running away instead of creating more problems?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
"They won't let us escape so easily," Aleis responded, without taking his eyes off the stone giant. Back in pursuit, the stone colossus continued to advance, its form held together by Aleis's iron will.
Every step he took resonated in the hearts of those who watched, a reminder of the power that a single mutant could unleash.
The thugs' van attempted a desperate maneuver, swerving in an attempt to avoid the giant, but it was too late. With a precise movement, Aleis ordered the colossus to launch a huge block of asphalt from the ground hitting the truck and causing it to lose control.
The impact was devastating. The truck spun out of control, its wheels lost grip, and the vehicle overturned, sliding across the asphalt with a deafening screech before coming to a stop.
The tornado of stones dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared, dropping its load in a messy heap around the crashed van.
-Aleis, you did it!- exclaimed the driver, as the stone giant began to crumble, its fragments falling to the ground like a shower of gravel.
Aleis, exhausted but relieved, sank back into the seat, closing his eyes momentarily.
--- I need to rest- he murmured. But his rest was brief, interrupted by the cries of admiration and fear of the citizens who had witnessed the scene from a safe distance.
Aleis and his team quickly approached the overturned vehicle, prepared for any movement of the criminals. But as they approached, they saw that the thugs were either unconscious or too injured to fight.
"Good job, Aleis," said the young blonde, getting out of the car to make sure the criminals couldn't escape.
"Thank you, but it's not over," Aleis responded, breathless but determined.
—We need to make sure there are no more threats and alert the authorities—
The moment the boy finished speaking, two vans appeared on the other street, taking everyone by surprise.
Without thinking twice, we started running in the opposite direction, leaving the car frozen in place.
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The sound of our footsteps echoed in the alley as we ran with all our might, trying to put distance between ourselves and the trucks.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and I could feel the tension in the air as we struggled to escape our pursuers.
The lights of the trucks followed us closely, illuminating the alley with an eerie light. My heart pounded in my chest as we desperately searched for a way out, any escape that would allow us to evade the danger that loomed over us.
"To the subway!" I shouted, remembering that there was an entrance not far from there that we could use to disappear into the city's network of underground tunnels.
It was risky, but less risky than directly facing a group armed and prepared to capture mutants. As we approached the subway entrance, screams and the sound of heavy footsteps behind us indicated that our pursuers were not there or they gave up.
We glide through the subway entrance with the agility of training, our steps echoing in the dark tunnel.
Behind, the criminals' truck approached, filling the air with a sense of urgency and imminent danger.
"Come on, hurry up!" Bobby shouted, using his abilities to strengthen the stone and ice shield that protected us.
Bullets continued to rain down on us, but the new wall was solid enough to withstand the onslaught.
John took the lead, making way with his speed as we headed deeper into the subway tunnels.
Suddenly, an explosion echoed in the tunnel behind us, sending debris and dust everywhere. We stopped dead, turning to face the new threat.
The criminals had thrown a grenade, trying to cut off our escape route.
-Damn! -Exclaimed the two-color haired girl, her eyes frantically searching for a way out.
"What do we do now?" Before we could respond, a voice echoed from further up the tunnel.
"This way, quick!" We looked ahead and saw John, with his lighter glowing in the dark, pointing toward a side passage.
Without hesitation, we ran towards him, leaving behind the explosion and the criminals who were chasing us. The passage took us to a network of narrower and darker tunnels, where light barely penetrated.
We moved carefully but determinedly, trusting in the guidance of the light to carry us safely out of reach of our pursuers.
Finally, we emerged at an emergency exit on a side street, away from the commotion and pursuit.
We stopped to catch our breath, looking around with relief.
"Is everyone okay?" Bobby asked, his face still marked by the tension of the escape. We nodded, each of us taking a moment to recover from the chaos we had just faced. We knew that this was not the solution to escape and soon we located an anti-mutant protest converging on the streets of the city.
The four of us thought about being able to hide in the crowd to try to eliminate our trail from our pursuers. We mingled among the crowds that crowded the streets, hiding our identity among the protests and screams that echoed in the air.
It was a strange feeling, being surrounded by people who looked at us with contempt and fear, but it also provided us with a layer of anonymity that we desperately needed at the time.
"Let's split up," the two-color haired girl suggested in a barely audible whisper over the bustle of the crowd.
"This way it will be more difficult for them to follow us." We nodded silently, understanding the logic behind her proposal.
We scattered in different directions, each one trying to blend into the mass of people in the hope of losing our pursuers.
As I moved through the crowd, I met the gaze of a middle-aged man holding an anti-mutant sign aloft.
His expression was one of disgust and distrust, but he didn't seem to recognize me as one of the targets of his hatred.
I kept my head down and hiding my face with my hood I continued forward, trying hard not to attract attention as I walked away from the area where the protest was thickest.
All around me, I heard the murmurs of the crowd, raised voices, and slogans echoing off the walls of the surrounding buildings.
It was a grim reminder of the division and hatred that still lingered in society, even in a place as diverse and bustling as the city.
Eventually, I managed to get far enough away from the protest to feel relatively safe. I stopped in a side alley, panting and trying to catch my breath after the run. I looked around, searching for signs of my companions, wondering if they had managed to escape undetected.
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Wolverine and Cyclops were caught off guard while drinking at the bar. They were relaxed, enjoying a moment of rest after a long day of training at the Xavier Mansion.
However, their peace was abruptly interrupted when a group of masked criminals broke into the place.
At first, Wolverine and Cyclops prepared to confront the intruders, ready to use their mutant abilities to protect themselves and the others present in the bar.
But their surprise was even greater when the criminals began to throw grenades through the windows, wreaking chaos and destruction in the premises.
The deafening sound of explosions filled the air, as smoke and debris spread throughout the bar's interior.
Wolverine and Cyclops were forced to act quickly, seeking cover and trying to protect the innocents who were caught in the middle of the attack. With his heightened senses, Wolverine launched himself forward, using his claws to disarm the criminals and stop the advance of the grenades.
Meanwhile, Cyclops unleashed blasts of controlled optical energy, attempting to contain the attackers and keep them at bay.
Despite the chaos and confusion, the two mutants worked together as a coordinated team, using their complementary abilities to counter the threat.
However, they knew that they had to act quickly and accurately if they wanted to get out of this situation alive and protect the others present in the bar.
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In the alleys of the city young mutants ran. In a moment, the one with bicolor hair ran into the albino again, quickly bonding.
Their pursuers began to catch up with them without options, so the mutants entered a building under construction near their location.
Upon entering, they encountered construction sites and obstacles that they jumped over.
The girl, with great speed, threw everything in the way against the men, while the albino, with grandmotherly speed, struggled to continue advancing towards the exit of the building under construction.
The criminals, however, soon found the emergency exit and quickly deployed anti-mutant collars and their respective weapons, unleashing deadly fire.
With the shooting, workers and passers-by quickly left the area around the building.
The mutants entered the next floor, with the albino reserving energy for his own attack.
The moment the criminals entered the second floor, Aleis, with a stomp, crossed the floor in destruction, creating hundreds of projectiles that, with his manipulation of the vectors, accelerated like remote-controlled bullets towards the guys.
Rogue realized that only a few fell into the trap and that the rest came up prepared to catch them with special collars.
Immediately, she warned her partner and they tried to flee to the third floor without success.
With each step, the guys in suits that covered their faces pointed menacingly at the young people, who seemed to give up.
However, the criminals' weapons began to rise into the air and turn in the direction of their users.
Bang! One of them shoots.
Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one. Bang! Another one.
Bang! Another shot follows.
The bodies fall like flies to the ground, unconscious, with damage to their heads and limbs saved by their special suits.
As the students hurried towards the exit. Before leaving, the boy stopped, staring at the fallen men, feeling a mixture of fear and curiosity that invaded him.
"What is that?" The boy asked, not knowing where to direct his gaze, while one of the wounded men looked at him with anger and contempt, causing a chill that prompted him to leave the building looking at his face.
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With police sirens echoing through the nearby streets, passersby began recording and insulting the mutants who immediately fled the town
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As I stayed hidden in the side alley, my thoughts wandered between the urgency of the moment and the need for a long-term plan.
I knew we couldn't stay hidden forever, but we needed to find a safe haven where we could regroup and plan our next move.
I looked up, watching the stars twinkling in the dark night sky now obscured by skyscrapers.
It was a reminder of the immensity of the city and its dangers. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the alley.
My heart began to pound as I prepared for the worst. But instead of being my pursuers, they were my companions emerging from the darkness, each with a look of relief on their faces.
"Are you okay?" Bobby asked, his voice full of concern as he approached me.
I nodded, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders as I saw everyone safe.
-I'm fine. And you?- The others nodded, sharing quick stories about how they managed to escape the crowd and lose our pursuers.
It was a small respite from the chaos around us, but it was enough to renew our resolve and our unity.
"We have to find a safe place where we can rest and plan our next move," the bi-colored haired girl said, her voice firm despite the tiredness evident on her face.
We nodded in agreement, knowing that we couldn't afford to let our guard down even a moment longer.
We set off, seeking refuge in the shadows At night, an idea began to form in my mind.
I remembered the bar where we had left Professor Scott and Logan drunk, and I thought that calling the X-Men would be a way to deal with the dangerous guys who were chasing us.
With a determined step, I headed back to the streets of the city, trusting that my companions would soon follow me.
I knew that facing the criminals directly was not a viable option in our situation, but returning to the x-men could give us an advantage.
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Following the explosion in the building, Wolverine emerges from the rubble, his body rapidly regenerating from wounds and burns.
Particles of dust and smoke slowly clear around his towering figure. He looks with suppressed fury at the perpetrators of the anti-mutant attack who are still nearby, observing the chaos they have created.
"We mutants have many names: freaks, homo superior, even children of the atomic bomb," Wolverine begins, his low, hoarse voice echoing with a tone of bitter irony.
He slowly approaches the attackers, his step confident and menacing.
"But we, we already existed before that horrible day even happened."
His gaze is penetrating and ferocious, fixating on each of those responsible who take a step back instinctively.
In the distance, emergency sirens begin to sound, approaching the scene of the disaster.
On the horizon, the silhouettes of other members of the X-Men appear, quickly approaching to provide support.
"They fear us because we are different, because we represent what they cannot control," Wolverine continues, stopping a few feet from the attackers.
The smoke around him rises, creating a dramatic backdrop to his hardened figure.
"But fear does not give them the right to try to exterminate us." One of the attackers, a man with a hard, determined look, steps forward, holding a device that appears to be a detonator.
"You are a threat to humanity," the man spits, his hand shaking slightly as he confronts the mutant.
"We will do whatever it takes to protect our species." Wolverine smirks, baring his teeth in a grimace of defiance.
"I see...protect," he says sarcastically.
"Destroying lives, spreading terror... is that protection for you?" Before the man can respond, a beam of energy hits the device in his hand, sending it flying away and disabling it.
Cyclops approaches from behind, his gaze steady and determined behind his visor.
"That's enough," he says, joining Wolverine.
"We will not allow any more violence." The attackers are now surrounded, with more members of the X-Men having gathered at the site.
Despite the tension, Wolverine remains calm, his posture relaxed but ready to act if necessary
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The moment the young mutants found themselves surrounded by one of the masked guys in the streets, the people at the anti-mutant protest recognized them and quickly lashed out at the four for the damage to the city.
Chaos broke out in the streets as angry crowds surrounded the mutants, accusing them and demanding justice for the damage they had caused.
They found themselves trapped in the middle of the angry mob, unable to escape the growing danger around them.
The voices of the protesters rang through the air, filled with rage and resentment toward us mutants.
They tried to explain that they were not responsible for the damage, that they were just young people trying to defend themselves, but their words were lost in the clamor of the crowd. The looks of hatred and distrust were fixed on their necks as the situation became increasingly tense.
They soon realized that they were in real danger and needed to find a way out before the situation got even worse.
With police sirens echoing through the nearby streets, passersby who had stopped to watch began recording and insulting the mutants.
However, their voices were interrupted by the blare of police sirens, which, in an unexpected twist, also began to rise into the air along with police cars and spectators' phones.
The master of magnetism had arrived.
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Suddenly, I felt my spine tremble with cold and fear. In front of me, I saw how twenty police cars were floating in the air as if nothing had happened, and there was Magneto, with his brotherhood of mutants.
My classmates also looked surprised by this fact, especially the girl who looked like she was about to faint on the spot.
Magneto's commanding presence and his ability to control metal left everyone in shock.
He was a brutal reminder of the divide between mutants and humans, and the threat they posed to those who did not share his worldview either.
As the police cars floated in the air, I felt the tension rise around us.
We didn't know what was going to happen next, but we were aware that we were in the middle of a confrontation between two powerful forces: the mutants led by Magneto and us, the young mutants fighting for our lives.
Suddenly my vision becomes blurry. I felt as if time stopped around me, and my brain seemed to split in two, fighting against the presence of the malevolent entity.
"How long has it been, child? A month? A year?" the voice asked, and I knew instantly who it was.
The Shadow King's voice echoed in my mind, filling it with fear and confusion.
"You?" I responded, in disbelief and fear. I couldn't believe that the Shadow King was still inside me, lurking in the shadows of my mind.
"Don't you recognize me, child?" he continued, his mocking tone echoing in my head.
"How are you still alive?" I asked, my trembling voice revealing my fear of being possessed by that evil entity again.
"Didn't they tell you I'd come back eventually? Anyway, it's about time I woke up," he replied coldly, as if he was looking forward to this moment.
"Wake up? What do you mean?" I inquired, trying to maintain my composure despite the growing sense of danger.
"Don't worry, kid. I'll just wait for the right moment to take over your body, when your mental defenses fail," he said with a twisted laugh at his words.
Panic gripped me as I struggled to remain conscious, knowing that any mental weakness could mean my doom and the rebirth of the Shadow King in my body.
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