Erik stood amidst softly glowing light. Lighting the menorah, his small hand cradled in his mothers. Slowly they sang a soft song of peace and hope. A prayer to God in thanks for family and health. For a place in the world made just for them. A promised land. While Erik did not know this land, or the men who had lead his ancient ancestors towards it; had served as a place of solace for him during the darkening times of the Second World War. The madman Hitler was pushing for more regulation of Jewish citizens within German controlled territories. His mother and father were so afraid. So was he. But fear could not touch him while they sang. When she held his hand, he did not stand alone.
But she didn’t hold his hand anymore. Her voice had been snatched from the air by Shaw. Simply for the man’s experiments so he could understand mutation. Erik’s mother had simply been a pawn in some game to gain power over human and mutant alike. Erik had been little more than a pawn himself in that game. Until he had met Charles Xavier; a British telepath from a world of privilege and education. At first the idealist had seemed so different from Erik. But only at first. While Erik preferred a more severe approach to achieving and objective, Charles could coax a victory from conflict with a light touch. Even without his powers. Erik had discovered that the two of them had complimented each other in a way that he had never seen in all his life.
Together Charles and Erik had grown stronger. Organized. They used the government’s tracking machine, Cerebro, to find Shaw. While Shaw and his Hellfire Club had put up a fight, they had lost.
Shaw most of all….
The Hellfire Club had proven to be little more than that. A club of little rascals with superhuman abilities. Erik smirked, recalling the satisfaction of splitting Shaw’s skull open. The helmet had proven to be of little aid to the megalomaniac… Metal was Erik’s friend. The fact that he now wore the helmet, adorned in glossy scarlet and purple, showed that he had been the only completely in control in the situation. No matter how strong Sebastian Shaw had showed himself to be. He had not been strong enough to over Xavier and Erik together. And while the two men had different ends to their means, their means were justified by Erik’s end.
Shaw had died for the murder of Erik’s mother!
Erik, kept his eyes locked on the tender moment from his child hood in the recesses of his mind. The young version of himself, embracing his mother happily. He could never hold her again. The cold vice of anger clenched down around his heart. The bliss of the moment was over-ridden by the rage it made him feel when set in brilliant contrast against the great time in his life. His eyes snapped open as he plummeted through the air of the massive dining hall.
He struck the ground with such force, that the helmet was sent flying from his head, skittering against the hardwood floor, landing as a set of fair skinned bare feet. Erik grit his teeth from the impact, not moving from his position on his side for a moment. He glanced up towards the ceiling, only aware of the fact that he had indeed been floating, but unsure how high he had been. He rose slowly to his feet, locking eyes with Raven. “Ah, Mystique…” He commented, dusting his shoulders off as she knelt to pick up his helmet. “How high was I?” He didn’t want her to know she had managed to sneak up on him. That he had been lost in the meditation to grow stronger, all so her could understand the ebb and flow of the magnetic field of the earth. To control it. Master it.
Yes he would be The Master of Magnetism.