MAGNETO • 90 • SAVIOR, CONQUEROR, VILLAIN... AND HERO •
BROTHERHOOD OF SUPERHUMANS • LIAM NEESON.
The first feelings you get about Erik or Max or Michael or Prisoner #214782 is that he is simply a spent man. His life span extended way beyond the human norm - his body beaten, abused and weakened, Magneto is a man who has lived a very long time. The next thing you might notice is his survivors guilt - out of all the Jew's loaded into the fires, he survived. Out of all those people he lead to Genosha - he survived. Out of the family that he tried to create - he alone remains.
Possessing a grim and melancholy view of life and the future as it now stands, Magneto seldom smiles and even more seldom speaks to anyone or involves himself with others. A man possessed with a goal - on a mission to protect some few flowers from the destruction to come, Magneto isn't concerned with the actions and behavior of the rest of the world. Despite his doomed outlook on life, Magneto believes that some small portion might be saved. And for the first time in almost seven decades he's doing his utmost to ensure it.
Magneto is old. He doesn't look old - well, not very - but he FEELS old. Like too little jam smeared over a dry piece of toast. Having already lived almost to his hundreds twice, Magneto isn't eager to see them a third time. His depression, exhaustion and disillusionment make him slower to fight - for the first time since donning his moniker of Magneto, the 'old man' has taken to mercy. Having seen countless wars and endless suffering and pain, Magneto is hesitant to cause more. At one time he had such mercy - such love for his family and friends. He was a normal man once and as he's grown older he has begun to remember that young dreamer who loved the gypsy girl and protected her and their daughter...
Magneto gives his enemies no second chances - that is who he's become. But for the first time... he now gives them a FIRST chance. And that, in and of itself, is amazing.
There are times - Magneto thinks - that he might have been able to use his powers in a latent way since he was much younger. Such as the javelin contests he would perform as a child - his tiny but firm body should never have been able to win those contests... and yet it did. He attributes his late power development to a long spate of hepatitis that almost killed him. The fever and growth spurt that should have triggered his powers was delayed by his body fighting off the disease - and the powers he now possess remained dormant until he was well past puberty and into adulthood.
Whatever the case, Magneto's ability to use, alter and manipulate magnetic fields gave him power unrivaled that - at one time - he sought to use to dominate those who would question him.
Possessing the gift of flight and the alteration of magnetic material - Magneto only became more powerful with the advent of radio and electronic technology. Capable of tapping into radio waves, computers and even advanced weaponry with a simple touch - Magneto affected the motto that if a magnet is strong enough to affect something - then just try and imagine what he can do.
Magneto possesses latent telepathic and empathic gifts that he has been able to tap since he was a child. These gifts not only account for his astounding leadership skills - but his charisma and the interactions that led him to befriending Charles Xavier. Nowhere near the skill of true telepaths or empaths like Emma Frost, Jean Grey or Charles himself - Magneto is unable to read minds or even reach another person's mental state without touching . While his empathic abilities give him a natural grace and charm (even on the truly gifted because they don't normally sense his borderline talents) the only place that Magneto's mental gifts are anything more than a party trick are in defense.
Because of his years of friendship with Charles Xavier, Magneto's mental walls are second to none. His force of will is ferocious and it is very difficult (though not impossible) to access even his basic thoughts. Such has been his devotion to creating an unpenetrable mental defense, that Magneto designed his various helmets. As he contributed to the original projects that would lead to Cerebro - and would eventually secure large stashes of Shi'ar technology, Magneto was able to create a design that allows him to virtually disappear from a telepaths senses as long as he is wearing the helmet.
Magneto's body is a major weakness. Possessing the scars and bruises a man would have from living through the holocaust - Magneto also carries the bruised ribs and cracked bones of a man who has seen war unending. Physically tired almost constantly, Magneto's years in imprisonment have left him far thinner than he used to be and he has started to rely more on his powers during a fight.
His powers - themselves - are also weaker than they once were. His mind carries the memories of a man who has lived almost a hundred years. Add to that the process of being de-aged twice, then imprisoned and beaten. Followed by the usual psychosomatic trauma left over from a ninety year old holocaust survivor, and it can become very... difficult to focus your gifts. Further, calling Asteroid M to it's height, keeping it hidden and properly positioned requires regular cycles of 'maintenance' from Magneto's powers. Wonderful though stolen Shi'ar technology is, the use of it would set off sensors across the planet.
Magneto's gifts at redirecting radio and radar signals are good - but they aren't quite that good.
The asteroid remains hidden because it gives off such a low energy signal. Propulsion would place it at risk and Magneto won't do that now that he's trying to protect the future.
The most important tool in Magneto's arsenal is Asteroid M. Carved from an asteroid Magneto called from the belt between Mars and Jupiter, Asteroid M possesses cutting edge earth equipment hybridized with stolen Sh'iar technology. Capable of transporting people on and off of Earth through Shi'ar teleportation pads; Asteroid M requires a location disk (basically a small round disk-shaped object) to be carried in order to teleport a person BACK onboard the asteroid. Further, once teleported to a location, the location disks require a full thirty minutes cool-down before the asteroid's systems can lock onto them again - though they do have the bonus of being able to home in on partner location disks and teleport a person to the location of the other disk before needing to recharge again.
Capable of housing a city's worth of people - as well as the potential for self-sufficiency through a hydroponics bay as well as synthetic forests and pastures full of various cloned species of animals, plants and insects that Magneto has chosen over the years. Asteroid M also carries full scientific and medical capabilities. A training center. An armory. Various kitchens, cafeterias, sleeping quarters and even a central laundry bay - when needed.
Having created various prototypes before the final version of Asteroid M, Magneto only called it from it's hiding place shortly after escaping 'the cage' as his slavers so appropriately called it. Using one of his various aliases to get adequate funds (one of the positive points of being alive for so long is that you have a lot of backgrounds to call on) Magneto stocked, supplied and then restocked his new home and - though it is currently populated only by him - it is fully functional as of... right now.
Outside of M itself, Magneto's trademark helmet is another marvel of technology. Because of his gifts, Magneto is able to alter computers and various types of technology just by touching them - but actually processing the information is a bit harder. Which is where the helmet comes in. Not only a fully capable telepathic shield (thanks to early cerebro prototypes and hybridized Shi'ar tech) the helmet carries a flash-learning drive that allows Magneto to basically use his brain as a slave drive. Capable of storing vast amounts of physical data quickly, the helmet is limited to short bursts of information and risks overloading (and even killing Magneto) when used too often or too quickly.
The helmet also carries a fully function Shi'ar holo-shroud. Much like the Stark-Industires image inducer (though not reliant on a power source) the holo-shroud is capable of creating a holographic 'shroud' around the hosts body. Able to mask his face or clothes with the shroud, Magneto is limited to replicating his own height and physical stance when creating a new appearance as the shroud can't cover up a sense of smell or touch when someone get's too close to the surface of the shroud. Replicating a shorter or non-human body with the shroud is even more problematic as it will cause the holoshroud to short out and show parts of the persons normal appearance along with the attempted mask.
Though, it should be noted, when blending in with humans - or accessing one of his various cover identities - the shroud has no equal and has proven invaluable in avoiding the various agencies that have files on Magneto's identity as Erik Lensherr.
Erik Lehnsherr - born Max Eisenhardt - was the son of a hero. A man who fought during world war one, Jakob Eisenhardt was a God to the boy who would become Magneto. Sitting serenely at 'Gods' right hand, was his uncle Erich Eisenhardt. Between them there was nothing they could not do.
Except prevent the rise of the Nazis.
The life of a hero did little to put bread on the table - despite their accomplishments, Jakob and Erich bore the 'stigma' of being Jewish. Even in pre-nazi Germany this meant difficulties. Difficulties that Max faced daily from the bullies and older children in the academy. Becoming known for his talents at Javelin throwing, Max entered contest after contest to win the favor of his teachers - AND the favor of a young gypsy girl by the name of Magda who he had befriended. The child of a cleaning lady and a dustmen, Magda had a joy and cheerfulness that surprised Max and made him yern to earn her smile just for him. Such was his mania to impress her that he finally suceeded and proved himself superior to the other students during a javelin competition that earned him a medal.
Unfortunately, Max was faced with opposition by the other students - declaring that he'd cheated. The teachers backing their insults up and demanding he either turn over his medal or perform his 'tricks' with a 'regulation' javelin. When Max won that he not only was accused of cheating again - but his medal was taken from him anyway as he was beaten and cast out of the academy.
Bad things come together they say and it was on that long walk home that Max discovered his uncle Erich beaten and bleeding. Having crawled halfway home, Erich was carrying a sign around his neck that said he had 'dishonored' a 'German' woman and should be given no help. Helping his uncle home, Max told him of his troubles and was given some advice that would one day be handed to him multiple times over by Charles Xavier, 'Ah Max, we cannot punish them - but we can defeat them if we keep on surviving'. Even in those days Max was dissatisfied with hearing words of tolerance from his uncle and father - saying that causing trouble would only make MORE trouble for people like them.
Even when they tried to comply with Nazi law, Max's uncle and father were unable to protect their family from hardship as they were literally stacked on top of each other within the Warsaw ghettos. The harsh conditions and lack of food turned Max and his uncle Erich into smugglers and black marketers - at least until an outbreak of influenza that left Max nearly dead because his father and uncle were unable to secure medicine or even basic medical assistance from German doctors. Though Max recovered, it was a slow recovery - and with the advent of the extermination camps there was no time to really rest as Max and his family fled in the hopes of escaping the ghetto's that 'people such as them' were forced to occupy.
Fleeing did little good however, Max's uncle was the first person he lost that night - as his family was packing to leave Nazi soldiers came to round them up and as Max's sisters and mother were loaded onto the wagon, Max was forced to watch as his uncle charged back inside the house - yelling at his brother to get his children out before it was too late. The last thing Max heard or saw of his uncle was the sound of gunfire. Whether Erich died that night or not Max never learned - though his sacrifice proved useless in the end. While charging across the hot summer terrain, their horse came up lame and the family was forced to run on foot - inevitably leading to capture by Nazi soldiers.
As Max's family were lined up for execution - and Max (being the youngest) watched his sisters and mother go first, he was convinced his time was up. Only to receive a sharp blow to the back of his head. He didn't realize until much later that his father had knocked him unconscious - screaming and yelling at the Nazi soldiers that their pursuit had cost him his 'sickly son' - the soldiers executing Jakob on the spot and tossing him, his family and the rest of the Jewish escapee's in a mass grave - along with the unconscious Max. Weakened by his sickness, and buried under several bodies, Max barely survived the climb out of the grave - and would have perished if he hadn't been found.
Unfortunately, he was found by one of the local extermination camp troops and forced into service as a Sonderkommando (one of the Jewish men who was forced to help run the gas chambers, ovens, and fire pits of the extermination camps) Max spent most of his puberty learning how harsh and cruel humans could be to those they considered beneath them. It was during a particularly horrific bout of hepatitis (of which Max was an unwilling victim) that Max rediscovered his beloved Magda - now a servant working for the Nazi officers that ran the camp. Where once there had been freedom and beauty in her eyes - now all Max could see was a trapped animal hoping (perhaps pointlessly) that her cage might slip open some day.
Their reunion led to Max reestablishing his talent for getting things that couldn't be gotten. It was amusing to see a teenage boy giving orders to older men in the camp as he ran his little black market right under the Nazi's noses. When one of the Nazi officers took a shine to Magda and started giving her 'special attention' Max started working with the local rebels inside the camp and helped stage an escape - which was when he and Magda gambled for their freedom and fled to the Carpathian Mountain range in the hopes of avoiding the Nazi War machine as it spread across Europe. Originally hoping only to see Magda smile again - Max found himself falling in love with the gypsy girl and eventually - after they'd settled down in a small boarder village - his love was returned and they were wed. Producing a healthy young girl by the name of Anya some few years later.
Using his black market contacts again, Max was able to create fake identities for himself and his wife and daughter. Gone was Max Eisenhardt - taking a variant of his uncle's name, Erik, Max felt like he was being born anew. Convinced that his daughter deserved the future his uncle and father had desired for him, Max - now Erik - took his wife and daughter to the Soviet controlled city of Vinnitsa. Seeing a chance to increase his fortunes, Max/Erik took up work in the factories. Unfortunately, the line leaders and bosses were no easier to deal with than the teachers at Erik's old academy. When they began to beat their workers - halving their pay and demanding they work more hours than they were scheduled - Erik attempted to keep his head down. Knowing that he had to be strong and endure for his daughter.
However, when they factory owners marked him out as a ring leader, Erik accidentally sent the crowbar meant to beat him across the head flying BACKWARDS at his assailant and knocking the huge man unconscious. Unable to fully comprehend what he'd done - Erik fled in the ensuing panic. Intending to reach his daughter and wife and flee before more trouble found them - unfortunately he was delayed getting back (the authorities having been called over the incident) and was forced to take the back roads... only to arrive just as a fire was being set to the inn his family was staying in. To Erik's horror his wife was being held back as she screamed and clawed and tried to get back into the inn to save their daughter - trapped in the upper apartments.
Breaking through the lines of men; Erik realized that most of the people who'd set the fire were his co-workers from the factories! Worse still, as he tried to use his new powers to levitate his beloved Anya to the ground, the factory owner slammed him across the back of the head with the same crowbar from earlier - causing Erik to lose his grip on his daughter and watch in horror as she plummeted to her death in the roaring flames. As Erik was dragged beside his sobbing wife - and told that 'people like him' were a threat - his full powers suddenly snapped into place and before he realized what he was doing the men around him began to crumple up like little balls of paper.
The gurgling screams and the snapping of their bones did little to contain Erik's rage - OR the lack of control he now had over his powers. The jeering crowd went next - their bodies and necks snapping. Pieces of steel and iron flying at random and scything down anyone Erik could see or hear. Even then, control remained elusive. Within a matter of minutes Erik had crushed, torn or shredded every living thing within the city limits. It wasn't until he heard his wife's sobbing that Erik was able to break the psychotic episode and return to his senses. Staring down at his wife - lying in terror at his feet - Erik forgot her for a split second and ran to find his daughter. Finding her charred remains buried under the rubble, Erik called for his wife - saying that they couldn't leave Anya here... but his calls went unanswered.
Magda had fled. And as Erik fought and clawed and dug to reach his broken child, he realized that he would never see Anya or his wife again.
Attempting to bury the charred remains of his daughter on the outskirts of the devastated village, Erik was set upon by KGB soldiers that had been called by the factory owners before their deaths. Weak and exhausted, Erik attempted only to protect his dead child so he could bury her. Taking multiple blows Erik was about to call on the powers he couldn't control when a gunshot went off and grazed his temple. The pain and shock was enough to give Erik the control he'd - up to this point - lacked. Tearing the guns out of the hands of the soldiers, Erik made them beg for their lives before he murdered them in cold blood. Using their weapons and gear to aid his escape after he buried his beloved Anya, Eric lay his wedding ring on her chest in the hopes of using it to find her again one day.
After that Erik Lehnsherr became a traveler and wanderer. At first he attempted to convince himself that he was just searching for his wife - but after pursuing her to the Wundagore Mountains he lost her trail and almost froze to death trying to find her in the resulting snow storm. Convinced that she was dead - or had evaded him - Erik gave up the pursuit and eventually settled in Haifa, Israel as Erik Magnus. Working as an orderly to assist victims of the holocaust, Erik befriended a man named Charles Xavier. Unlike the other Americans, Xavier seemed determined to actually help the patients here. Further, Xavier was impressed with Erik's almost natural talents for therapy with the victims and asked the managing director to allow Erik to help him work with the patients.
It was during the long nights and that they talked the most. Chess games. Checker games. Poker - anything to pass the time. The two men matching their whits in any way possible - debating everything from Nazi war criminals to the actions of the new organization known as HYDRA. Even the subject of 'mutants' - and though neither man revealed to the other that he was a mutant - this too became known after they joined forced to save Gabrielle Haller, from HYDRA itself. Though Charles was primarily concerned with his friend, Erik decided to seize the Nazi gold harvested by HYDRA - vanishing from Israel and indeed most of the known world for several years afterwords; only appearing to Charles every now and again when he had questions or wanted a debate.
In a way, during those early years, Charles became Erik's conscience. Even when Erik was working with multiple government agencies to hunt down Nazi war criminals, it was Charles who helped Erik hit on the idea of using the agencies that 'owned' him to turn the criminals over to Israel - hoping to help find closure for the people they'd damaged during the war. Attempting to stay on the path of righteousness and punish the guilty rather than the innocent, Erik was set upon by the very agencies he was working for - several of his friends rounded up and murdered in an attempt to draw him out. It seemed that his attempts to turn one Hans Richter over to Israel had upset one of the western governments and Erik was to be executed as consequence. Enraged at the betrayal and the fact that the agencies wanted to use Richter's 'highly scientific' mind rather than punish him, Erik murdered the agents sent to apprehend him and took up the name of Magneto. To his mind humanity was sick - and he was the Doctor who would cull the infection.
Years of conflict with not only the X-Men - but the Avengers, SHIELD and various government agencies would follow. Magneto's belief that the strong should rule the weak - that a government of order (rather than chaos) and a lack of a true power structure where title and name were handed to undeserving desk jockeys was ruining the world. Magneto was determined to bring about change. Even when he found not one - but two children, and then fathered another, Magneto remained determined that his personal life should not give way to the determination that mutants should be given the chances and the future they'd been denied over the centuries. When the X-Men and others managed to force failure on Magneto's efforts - he tried a different tact. Taking his daughters, his son and his brotherhood to an island he'd literally blackmailed the world into giving him, Magneto created Genosha.
At one time a nation that had enslaved it's mutant population - even transforming the children identified as mutants into mindless slaves. Genosha became the mutant haven that Magneto had longed for. Unfortunately, as powerful as the new mutant 'king' was, he was facing opposition he couldn't control. The humans who'd turned Genosha into what it had once been started a civil war - costing dozens of lives in the process. Managing to force them into the outer reaches of the island and establishing a modicum of peace, Magneto's peace was short lived when an army of sentinels invaded Genosha (the whole attempt by Magneto to blackmail the world into giving him his own country having been an attempt by other countries to get most of the mutants into one place) and slaughtered almost sixteen million people when the island itself was burnt to ash. In it's last hours Genosha's mutants were led by Magneto in a battle that destroyed the sentinels but left Genosha devastated. While the survivors fled, Magneto's original brotherhood joined with him to strip out the parts of one of the sentinels and leave it standing in homage of what had happened to the first and only Gene Nation.
Forced to return to the life of an on-the-run terrorist in an endless war, Magneto began to tire. His aging body and weakening strength beginning to fail him. Eventually he was 'revived' in what would become the first of two youth restorations. Hardly asking for what was done to him, Magneto lived well past his prime twice - even reaching the age of ninety in what would begin the debacle that would become known as the Civil War - or the War against Registration as Magneto would call it. While Magneto had experienced war and blood and death up to that point - nothing had prepared him for the devastation that would follow. Already strained trying to keep himself and the brotherhood alive, Magneto fought with the anti-registration group along the front lines. He was there at the blood bath of Riker's Island as brother turned against brother and villains and heroes fought for the approval or disapproval of a government that cared nothing about them.
Then he was nowhere
The first thing Magneto was aware of was that he was bleeding. That was no surprise as he'd just been in battle. He felt bones and sinews and muscles within his body broken and damaged. The powers of Franklin Richards were uncontrollable - and Magneto's particular abilities seemed to interfere with them somehow. While almost everyone else was yanked back in time to a short period just before the war - Erik was yanked back to almost a decade in the past! Worse, his body was left in the condition it had been in when he'd been fighting. Found and captured by a pathetic team of scientists, Erik was beaten and humiliated as they attempted to get information out of him concerning his 'Asteroid project'. Magneto could remember having dealt with these fools - allowing Sabertooth and Mystique to amuse themselves before the scientists had died in infamy...
Yet now HE was the one who'd been captured...
For years Magneto remained silent. While the rest of the world finally 'caught up' with him (temporally speaking) Erik was assumed dead. Trapped miles bellow the Iron Range mountains, Magneto was secured within - what would become known as - the cage. Unable to access his powers within the machines that held him, Magneto was forced to endure experimentation. Torture and even mental rape as the scientists worked to get him to speak - his lack of speech becoming a fixation for them as they desired to know what Magneto would never say. During all this time the only thing Magneto wanted was freedom - though, to be accurate, he wanted death. But death THROUGH freedom would be enough. He could hardly believe his chances when the base was stumbled upon by the most likely group imaginable - breaking his pledge of silence, Erik tricked the scientists into letting the newcomer touch him, breaking him free of the cage and allowing his escape - though at the time he only thought to test his metal one last time before death. Though when it did not come...
Walking the surface of Earth in a wider step than he has in almost fifty years, Magneto has been searching. Mutants are in danger - the future cannot be avoided. If anything, with so many people knowing what's going to happen... they are only ENCOURAGING it. A long time ago, Magneto swore he would call no one Master - least of all one who would destroy the innocent along with the guilty. A monster - they'd called him. A demon and murderer... he had violated many people's trust. Broken many promise. Then it became worse - Magneto became smarter than his enemies... and manipulated people into taking their own lives in his name.
Feeling they owed it to him.
Where once Magneto was concerned only with the survival of mutants - the future he has seen has shown him super humans, mutants and even simple humans burning in a war that would cost them everything. In his own way Magneto has been trying to save the pieces he deems worthy - trying to protect them and hide them aboard his home and hearth; the technological marvel known as asteroid M.
Out of the pantheon of failure that has been his various lifetimes up to this point, Magneto has begun to realize that humanity, mutants and super humans are facing a storm in a skiff made of paper - and how it may end only providence can tell. But of himself, Magneto firmly believes that if the world is GOING to hell in a bucket - then he's going to be the one who holds the handle.
ERIK• CENTRAL DAYLIGHT TIME • 10... ISH.
"Cognac, Erik? Hm? Erik?"
being shaken out of his thoughts as he shuffled the cards again, Erik Magnus blinked as Charles Xavier (looking utterly relaxed in a straw hat) laughed at him and asked again, "Do you want some of this very fine Cognac? Hm? From my personal stock..."
looking at the glass - his eyes glinting in temptation - Erik wondered to himself... how long had it been since he'd last had a fine chilled... but the more he thought the more his head hurt - it was hard to focus, so all Erik said was, "Very well - I resent the need to get me drunk, Charles. You aren't that bad a player,"
Snorting, Charles poured Erik a snifter and then poured his own. Shuffling the cards again, Erik once more started to drift off - before Charles called his name again, "I'm sorry," Erik said with a nervous laugh as he set the deck on the table, "I- I- I- er... I just can't seem to focus lately," smiling at his friend, Charles went to speak - but at the last moment he seemed to change his mind. Reaching out and taking the snifter of cognac from Erik, Charles smiled apologetically, "I'll hold onto your drink - you may spill it," staring at Charles in confusion, Erik said, "What are you talking about? You just offered-"
Screaming in pain as the electrical surges died down enough for coherence to return to him, Magneto glanced at the wall clock on the far side of the room. Ten Forty-Five. Smiling to himself as smoke billowed off his half-naked body, Magneto pondered the fact that the 'scientists' were getting started early tonight. His one working eye (the other one too swollen to be of much use) slowly took in his familiar 'friends' as they scanned him and poked him and gave readings. A particularly fat man in a business suit with slicked-back hair and a pudgy nose wasn't like the others - he never gave any interest to what the machines were saying about Magneto.
He was more concerned with his prize's mentality than his physical condition.
"All these years, mutant. All these years we've been trying to get at your mind. At those secrets... what happened to the Asteroid project? The synthetic world?" as Magneto's stared at him with a dully grumpy expression, the fat man sighed, "You STILL won't speak to me... what about the institute? Your brotherhood? All that money you've hidden? That Nazi gold?" smiling to himself, Erik wondered how foolish this man was - did he really think the only funds Magneto had access to was the Nazi gold he'd stolen all those years ago?
Staring at Magneto, the fat man asked, "You smiled, mutant... that was a mistake. You shouldn't have smiled. Did I say something funny? Was there a funny thing?" when Magneto's dull grumpy expression returned, the fat man sighed and nodded at the lab techs, "The next energy setting - if you please,"
"Now why did you go and do that?" blinking as he looked up from the cards in his hand, Eric stared at Charles and then noticed he'd knocked over the cognac sitting next to him, "I didn't WANT to do it," Erik said in annoyance as he grabbed a towel and quickly began to dab up the spilling liquid, "Lord Eric, if you can't play a decent game of cards we should REALLY consider going back to chess," making a face as he sorted the cards in his hand again, Erik winced as he started to notice a ringing noise, "I'm tired of chess," the ringing was annoying as hell - and getting louder, "We've been playing chess since..."
Mentally curing the ringing in his ears, Eric struggled to remember the last time they played chess - but it was too fuzzy to focus on, "We've played Chess too much - I want something a bit more fast paced. Poker," rolling his eyes as he laid down his hand, Charles said, "It WOULD be fast paced if you didn't keep screaming," snapping his fingers, Eric said, "Of course! That's what it is! It's not ringing - it's screaming!"
His throat raw from how loud his screams were getting - Magneto went slack as the energy field relaxed again and the pain stopped. Looking up at the wall clock again, he sighed at the time - Ten Forty-Six - and grunted as the fat man propped him up and said, "I consider myself a reasonable man," wiping at his face as Magneto spat at him, the fat man said, "I am Staten Von Nero - and you will recognize my authority!"[b] holding up his hand when Magneto struggled to spit at him again, Von Nero said, [b]"We will divulge your secrets - mutant," always mutant - never Erik or Magneto or Magnus, "The asteroid project - we cannot track your funds but we have found people you've contracted and worked with. All those governments you stole technology from... what were you building all those years ago?"
Instead of his usual dull grumpy expression or a contented smile - Magneto just let his head droop as he hung there. Groaning as the fat man grabbed him by his hair - Magneto stared at the control in the fat mans hand, "Do you see this? So far you've sampled pain settings one though seven - there are over fifteen settings. Do you want to try for eight? Do you really want to-" shouting as Magneto kicked him in the stomach and then grabbed the control with his teeth, the man could only gurgle and watch in horror as the mutant slammed the control against his chest... on setting Fifteen. Shouting for assistance the fat man grabbed Magneto but was blown backwards as the machine activated all over again and the techs scrambled to assist him.
"You can't win," blinking as he looked up from his hand, Erik raised an eyebrow, "Hm?" shaking his head, Charles said, "You're trying to win a game with no pawns and nothing in your hand. You can't Erik - sooner or later someone will call and you'll have to show your hand," grinning, Erik dropped a few chips in the pot, "That's only one hand, old friend - the game isn't over yet," laying his cards on the table - three queens - Charles said, "Every game ends some day, Erik... everybody loses,"
Looking at the three three's sitting in his hands, Erik grinned at Xavier challengingly, "Charles, when your down to your last card and you're facing someone whose won the house and all you have is a mess there's only one thing you can do," raising an eyebrow, Xavier sipped his Cognac and asked, "That being?" hooking his foot on the corner of the carpet, Erik leaned forward and got ready to yank, "That being kick over the table!"
Ignoring the blood pouring out of his nose and ears, Magneto groggily looked at the clock - Ten Forty-Seven. Smiling as Von Nero glared at him, Magneto actually laughed when Von Nero asked him, "I suppose you think this will set our questioning back, hm?" snorting at the fat man as he let his body go limp, Magneto listened as one of the techs started to speak, "He almost triggered a psychic storm, sir - whatever information is inside his head we can't get at it if his brain is turned into the consistency of oatmeal!" scowling at the tech, Von Nero growled, "I am the leader of this project, tech Johnson - you will not speak to me in that insolent manner. I would never have USED setting fifteen! It was he who-"
Grabbing the control from Von Nero, the tech said, "Then shouldn't we keep it away from him? If he kills himself-" snatching the control back, Von Nero said, "Enough! Stabilize him - widen the anti-magnetic field and get him healthy enough to resume questioning," glaring at Magneto as the mutant began to drift off to a dreamless sleep, Von Nero muttered, "Whatever it takes..."
Just as darkness took him, Magneto glanced at the clock - Ten Forty-Eight... they hadn't even lasted five whole minutes this time. And that put a smile on his bloody bruised face as he drifted away until the next 'questioning' session.
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