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In the shadow of the Cold War, tensions between global superpowers mirror a growing divide between humans and the emerging mutant population. Y/N Maximoff, a powerful mutant with abilities rooted in chaos magic and energy manipulation...
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The air felt thick with anticipation as Charles lay on the rocky ground, his body still and unmoving. You watched from a distance, the weight of everything hanging heavy in the atmosphere, the world seemingly holding its breath. You could feel the shift even before he groaned, the signs of him stirring apparent to you and Elohim. The silence was broken with a low, painful groan as Charles slowly regained consciousness, his brow furrowing as his mind fought against the fog.
"You're blocking me. How?" Charles asked, his voice hoarse, eyes squinting in the dim light, trying to focus on Elohim.
Elohim stood unmoved, his ancient eyes glowing with an unsettling calm. His presence was imposing, more so than ever before.
"I can shield their minds from your powers," Elohim replied, his voice deep and steady, as though stating an obvious fact. "It's one of the many gifts I've acquired throughout the millennia. But to see inside a mind... to control it... that's your gift. You saw it, didn't you? The glory of what's to come."
Charles, still groggy and struggling to sit up, looked around. His eyes narrowed, processing Elohim's words. He knew the stakes had risen beyond anything they had ever imagined.
"You're going to take part in all this killing... and destruction?" Charles asked, his voice shaky but filled with the weight of a thousand moral questions. His gaze turned to you and Erik, as though seeking answers.
Erik stood nearby, his expression resolute, filled with the calm of someone who had already made his choice. "It's all we've ever known," he said, his words cold and unflinching.
Charles' face twisted with frustration, his voice rising slightly. "No, it isn't. You've just forgotten."
Erik's jaw tightened. "No, Charles, I remember. Your way doesn't work." His tone was hard, almost bitter, as if the disappointment he felt in Charles was a long time in the making.
Charles opened his mouth to retort, but Elohim cut him off with his steady, commanding voice. "I've shown them a better way. A better world."
Charles looked at Elohim, disbelief painted across his features. "No, you're just tapped into their rage and pain. That's all you've done." The words came out like an accusation, the weight of truth in them making Elohim's claim seem shallow and manipulative.
Elohim's gaze remained impassive, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I told you from the moment I met you both, there is more to you both. There is good in you both, too," he said cryptically, as if trying to remind Charles of something that once was.
But Charles wasn't having it. "Whatever it is you think you saw in me, Charles... I buried it... with my daughter."
The words hit like a physical blow. The weight of loss and regret was palpable, heavy in the air. It was a painful confession, and though you could see that it tore at Charles, you also knew there was no going back for him. Not now.
