The metal doors groaned as Mystique pushed them open, revealing Magneto's private chamber deep within the Brotherhood's base. Kara followed her in, walking with slow, measured steps, arms crossed as though unimpressed, while Rogue trailed a step behind her, eyes wide and posture carefully timid. The warehouse around them buzzed faintly with electricity, Brotherhood members moving through the shadows like watchful ghosts, pausing only to stare at the two unexpected newcomers at Mystique's side.
Magneto sat at the far end, perched on a raised metal platform like a king on a tarnished throne, his fingers tapping idly against the armrest. His sharp gaze immediately locked onto Kara, watching her like a predator assessing a rival alpha, before sliding over to Mystique, one brow lifting.
"Why are you bringing me these two?" Magneto asked, his voice as cold as steel. "I don't take in strays."
Mystique, perfectly composed, inclined her head slightly, her posture straight and elegant as ever. "Kara and Rogue have come to see the truth, Erik," she said smoothly. "Humanity will never accept us. They've realized that and want to be on the right side of history."
Magneto's eyes narrowed slightly, flicking back to Kara, clearly still skeptical. Kara stared at him with a neutral expression, her chin slightly raised, her arms folded as though she couldn't be bothered to care about his suspicion.
Mystique stepped forward, her tone calm but firm. "Kara knows her power makes her better than them. She understands the need for mutants to rise above humanity. And Rogue…" Mystique gestured toward Rogue, who shrank back slightly, playing her role perfectly. "Rogue is young. She's seen the truth. She wants to help."
For a long moment, Magneto said nothing, his sharp eyes moving between the three of them, studying every shift of their bodies. Slowly, his suspicion began to ease, though it didn't vanish completely.
Kara let out a soft breath, dark amusement flashing in her eyes as she finally spoke. "I'm tired of pretending to be a hero," she said, her voice cool, sharp enough to cut steel. "Why shouldn't mutants rule?"
Magneto tilted his head slightly, a flicker of interest crossing his face. "Perhaps," he murmured.
Rogue took a tentative step forward, her shoulders hunched as though unsure of herself. She kept her eyes downcast, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. "I… I didn't know what to believe before," she whispered. "But Mystique helped me see what's right. If I can help… even if it means taking on some of your power to share the burden… I want to do my part."
Something shifted in Magneto's expression. His sharp features softened, just slightly, as if Rogue's supposed bravery touched some part of him he kept buried.
"You would take on such a burden for our future?" he asked, his voice gentler now.
Rogue nodded quickly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "If it means helping mutants… and you."
Magneto's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and for the first time, Kara could see the opening crack in his armor.
Kara shrugged, her posture casual but her words cutting. "Let's be real. You need people like me to pull this off. Someone strong. Someone no one will dare to cross."
Magneto leaned back in his seat, studying her with sharp eyes. The idea of having Kara Zor-El at his side was clearly tempting. After a long pause, he nodded once. "Perhaps you're right."
Mystique watched it all with calm precision, her sharp gaze flicking briefly to Kara and Rogue as though confirming that everything was proceeding exactly as she wanted.
As Magneto launched into a passionate explanation of his grand plan to turn world leaders into mutants, Rogue subtly fidgeted with her phone, pretending to check it as a nervous tic. In reality, her fingers moved with careful speed as she composed a message to Charles Xavier.
Text message: "Help. Magneto has abducted me and Kara. He's going to use me to power his machine to turn world leaders into mutants. Please help before it's too late."
The soft vibration of her phone confirming the message sent was the only sign of what she had done. Rogue slipped the phone back into her pocket, glancing sideways at Kara, who gave her the faintest nod of approval.
Far away, in his lavish office at the X-Mansion, Charles Xavier was brushing his long, luscious hair carefully in front of a mirror, admiring the way the light caught the strands. His phone buzzed on the desk beside him, and without looking, he reached out to check it, a small smile still playing on his lips.
As he read Rogue's message, the smile vanished. His hand froze, the brush hovering in the air as realization dawned. His eyes narrowed, the sharpness returning as his calm shattered.
"So Magneto really is going forward with this," Xavier muttered.
He set the brush down with slow, deliberate care, and turned his wheelchair sharply toward the door.
"Cerebro, alert the X-Men. Prepare for battle."
As he wheeled toward the hallway, he ran a hand through his perfect hair again, muttering under his breath. "If Magneto's plans cause me to get split ends, so help me, I'll make him regret it."
Back in the warehouse, Magneto was pacing now, energized as he spoke, gesturing to Kara and Rogue like they were already his closest allies.
"Senator Kelly was a warning to them," Magneto said, his voice filled with dark passion. "Now I will show the world what it means to be powerful. They will all become mutants—whether they like it or not."
Kara watched him calmly, her arms still folded, her expression unreadable. "And you think turning a bunch of bureaucrats into mutants will make humans submit?"
Magneto turned toward her, his eyes sharp and gleaming. "It will give them no choice."
Rogue looked up at him again, her gaze wide, her voice soft but unwavering. "If I can help take on your powers to make this happen, I'll do it."
Mystique stepped closer, her voice smooth and persuasive. "With Kara's strength, your vision will be unstoppable."
Magneto nodded slowly, his gaze resting on Rogue with something like admiration. "Then we'll begin soon."
As Magneto turned away, barking orders to Brotherhood followers to prepare the machinery, Kara glanced at Rogue, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement beneath her calm exterior.
"You know," Kara whispered softly, "I can't wait to see his face when you take everything from him."
Rogue's lips twitched slightly, though her expression remained sweet and reserved. "Neither can I."
Mystique stood a little off to the side, her expression unreadable but her posture relaxed—every piece falling into place perfectly.
As Magneto continued giving orders about Liberty Island, his voice echoing in the metal chamber, the trap had been set. And he had no idea he was already standing in the center of it.
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