A Dream of the Days Future Past It had been a long time since Erik contacted Charles. Two years sinc
A Dream of the Days Future PastIt had been a long time since Erik contacted Charles. Two years since Charles found himself almost unemployable in the intelligence service after one bad call. Shaw was dead, which counted for something even if he shouldn’t have gotten involved with (or rather “in”, Raven had snickered) with Erik Lehnsherr. Charles had been on his best behavior since then.When he picked up the call, Erik, no, Magneto, sounded as mad as he’s been purported be. “He’s coming for me,” Erik said, then the phone went dead.-=-=Two weeks and sixty thousand miles later, Charles found himself in Westchester, New York- the Xavier estate, tracing an insistent thought. It made no sense.The answer stepped out behind a pillar.“He will always betray you, Charles,” said the man. He was bearded and older, but that was the same face which Charles saw every day in the mirror in the morning. “I didn’t think you would find me.”He was a telepath, too, Charles realised. He couldn’t read his thoughts. “What have you done with Erik?”“Extracted our revenge. I am from across the future. I’ve travelled across dimensions.”“To what? Hurt an innocent man? Where’s Erik?” Even if Raven persuaded Moira to believe him, it would take days to sweep the whole estate.His alterego shook his head. “You and I both know that Erik Lehnsherr is not innocent. How long did it take before you could walk again? It’s the 21st century. You’re fortunate.”“It was an accident!” Charles couldn’t hurt him with his mind, but this was Kurt’s study, which meant there was a gun somewhere. “Erik didn’t mean to hurt me.”“He never means to, but he always does.” He sounded gentle. “I am you, Charles Xavier. At least, I had been until travel…broadened my horizons.”“Who are you now?” Charles asked, inching closer to the gun in the trick drawer.“Onslaught.”Charles raised the gun and cocked back the safety. His mind had narrowed on the thought. It must be Erik, incoherent and faint. In one of Kurt’s bunkers, then. “Being me, Onslaught, you know I don’t share.” -- source link
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