At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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- Lalia
I aimed the guard's guns at Stryker, the beams of light casting an eerie glow on his face. I had heard of him before, his son being one of the Professors former students.
With a quick gesture, the guards collapsed to the ground, leaving me alone with Stryker and Logan in the dimly lit hall. Stryker's eyes widened in terror as he saw me step out from behind Logan.
I glanced at Logan, urgently motioning him toward the door. "Logan, get out of here now."
Logan shook his head firmly. "You know I'm not leaving without you."
Stryker's eyes began to blink rapidly, his face a mix of shock and recognition. He looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost, his expression frozen in disbelief. It was clear that he recognized me, but I had never seen him before.
"Scarlet Witch," he breathed, a mix of awe and fear in his voice.
I froze at his words. Scarlet Witch. The name echoed in my mind, dredging up memories I had tried to bury. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Stryker. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of fear and fascination.How does he know me?
Tilting my head slightly, I demanded, "Why are you attacking my school?"
He completely disregarded my question, squinting his eyes as if questioning whether they were deceiving him. "I knew you weren't just a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation and extinction," Stryker responded, his voice filled with fascination as he cautiously took a step back.
I titled my head, his words echoed in my mind, leaving me in a state of confusion. "A being capable of spontaneous creation and extinction." Those were some of the exact words Chthon had used to describe me. How could Stryker know this?
"Who are you working for?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.
Stryker's laughter was cold and hollow, echoing through the silence. "I'm working for the higher power," he said, his voice dripping with a sinister calmness. It sent shivers down my spine.
"I have been enlightened about your triumph over that demon. Chthon, was it?" His eyes gleamed with a knowing look, piercing through my facade of bravery. "His scheme would have been our undoing," he continued, his tone dripping with mockery. "But do not be deceived," he went on, almost in riddles. "I have my own agenda."
The way he spoke, every word deliberate and calculated. It was as if he relished in the suspense, enjoying the fear and confusion he was instilling in me. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this terrifying puzzle.
Stryker's dark laughter echoed through the empty hall as he fixed his gaze on me. "You have no idea how dangerous you are."
Logan stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "What the hell are you talking about?"
