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Magneto watched as the mutants, some teens, some young adults, filed down the ramp in varying degrees of alarm, acceptance, or rage. Charles was so much better at recruitment. He sighed, running his fingers through his silver thinning hair, pinched his eyes shut for a moment, wishing for a moment that he could tune out all the sound berating him. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at the onslaught of people. Questions like "where can I go to sleep" "how can I leave" "What the hell am I doing here?" were all being leveled at him.

Alex glanced up to him and almost gave him a "your fault" shrug, before turning to the crowd,

"You've been gathered here today because we need the best and brightest of our kind. I will admit, Erik did bring you here a bit roughly, but it tells to the dire situation that we are in. As many of you know, most of the known trained mutants, myself included, are considered to be terrorists and are labeled kill on sight to most governments. However, we have gotten word of an impending threat facing the mutant race, and perhaps even the human race, and that is why we have gathered you all here today."

Magneto cut in, "But there will be no leaving. You've seen our faces, and our facilities, and you all must stay now. We are in need of your abilities."

Ben Ross

Ben sat alone in the crappy, threadbare chair that marked the only other piece of furniture, sans the bed and small coffee table, in his motel room. He leaned back into it, letting his thoughts overtake him momentarily. As the old plastic radio droned on in German, reading out a series of news reports, Ben pinched his eyes closed and let himself go. He had held things together so well after arriving in Berlin, but the life he had lost was beginning to set in and he could feel the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. The love he had lost, the friends he had lost, the sights he had lost. He was all alone in an alien world that he had only been calling home for twelve months now. As the first tear leaked its way out from underneath his pinched eyelids he heard a soft knock at the door. Ben called on the strength to lift himself out of his seat and walk across the room, wiping his sleeve across his face to wipe away the tears before pulling the door open. Outside was a drunken brunette college girl giggling with her friend. They were speaking in German, but Ben was able to understand them after having studied German,

"Oh mein Gott Steph das ist das falsche Zimmer.", Oh my god Steph this is the wrong room, the blonde girl, clearly inebriated as well, said in a giggly tone.

"Ja, aber er ist süß ist nicht er?!"Yeah but isn't he cute? The brunette said, turning her head to the other girl. 

Ben pursed his lips, giving the two girls a steel gaze as he said, in a broken voice,

"Hau ab. Finden jemand anderes zu stören.", Get lost. Find someone else to bother. With that he abruptly slammed the door in their faces, and turned around to resume his sitting, drinking, and crying. The room was exactly as he had left it just moments before, except for the ever growing pool that the condensation on his half consumed bottle of beer was leaving on the table beside his chair. It was all the same, except for the tall lanky three fingered man staring at him. The man wore a yellow faux leather jacket with the collars turned up, and the arms cut off.

"Hello there!" The man said, trying to be friendly through a thick German accent.

Ben immediately assumed a defensive posture and snapped back at the man "The devil himself took time out of his busy schedule just to see me? I know I'm going to hell but personal valet service was unexpected."

The sarcastic response helped to hide the growing anxiety that he was feeling from the familiar mutant before him suddenly appearing. 

"No I am not the devil!" Kurt shot back, sounding almost offended, "I am Night-"

"I know who you are Kurt." Ben interrupted, "But what the hell do you want?!" 

"Oh I am glad to hear this. There is a team of mutants assembling and we would like-"

"Go fuck yourself." Ben said dryly, motioning to the window "And see yourself out of my damn motel room while you're at it."

"I must please ask that you come with us! It would be much more, how do you say, pleasant if you were to come with me easily."

"Was I not clear about what you could do?" Ben asked, clearly annoyed "I can draw you a picture if it'll help."
Kurt shook his head, clearly disappointed, and began moving towards the man, arms opened. When he was almost to Ben, Ben jerked his arm and the bed came flying across the room, smacking into an offguard Nightcrawler. 

The mutant recovered by teleporting out from underneath it to next to Ben, but he was already running. He had kicked down the door which he had previously slammed shut, and was running down the staircase. Night crawler followed him down and Ben began doing whatever he could to avoid the other mutant. Jerking his arm again, the railing on the stairs began to detach, wrapping around Kurt. Letting out a deep growl Kurt teleported clear, before launching a kick into Ben's chest and wrapping his tail around the man's leg, before teleporting away. 

Ben woke up, groggy and his eyes blurry. He attempted to rub his eyes, but felt a shock go through his body, its effects not nearly as painful as the practitioner had clearly hoped. From the dull throbbing pain on the side of his head Ben quickly realized that Nightcrawler must have kicked him upon their arrival, rendering him unconscious. Ben let out a sick smile as he pulled harder against the restraints, feeling them feeding him,

"Clearly whatever dipshit designed these restraints didn't know who I was." he muttered more to himself than any of the other people that he was vaguely aware inhabited the space with him. 

As he felt the energy absorb into him he could feel his powers grow. He had been operating on low levels of energy, most of which he had used up at the hotel, in order to avoid detection. These restraints, however, were solving that for him. One final tug drained the small power cells, meant to stun, or render unconscious, the wearers should they restrain against them. He waved a finger and the side of his large bulky cuffs ripped away. Another finger wave and the other side tore away as well, the cuffs dropping to the metal floor with a dull clank.

Ben, now clearly pissed off, waved his hand, and the restraints that came over his shoulders, locking him in like a sick carnival ride, popped away, creaking with clear displeasure. He heard another mutant pipe up from across the room, clearly also restrained,

"Can't you tell? You're in some kind of Mutant training center. Kurt fucking Wagoner is like the obsessive boyfriend that can't take no. Except instead of a clingy relationship, he wants you in his speshul boy band."

Alex Summers turned, concerned, to Magneto and inclined his head, "Did we really need to take them against their will...? Shouldn't Kurt have just left them alone if they didn't want to come."

Magneto waved a hand, his mouth forming a snarl, "My dear boy, we needed them. They resisted. Kurt did as he was instructed. I expect you will do the same should the time come.

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