#cxeruleus

The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters was supposed to be a place where mutants could learn and grow, work together and advance their knowledge not only academically, but of themselves and the world they lived in. What Charles had never counted on was the very lifeblood of the school, the students, being taken from him. The Vietnam war drafted anyone older than eighteen, and even a few younger left in an attempt to enlist with forged papers. Parents began pulling the rest out of school, until all that was left were the few wards of the state that Charles had convinced to come to his school. It had killed him when he announced the school was closing, but there was just no point in keeping it open anymore.

Over the next several years, Charles spiraled, hurt deeply by the loss of his dream. He came to blame much of his pain on... Well, it didn’t matter, and just talking about his old friend soured his mood. These days, only Hank McCoy remained by his side, his only friend. He had always been there for him. When the nightmares came, it was Hank who shook him out of his terror. Hank who developed a serum for the pain, for the voices... who allowed him to walk again. Still, it wasn’t enough to keep his head above water. He drank too much, was angry too often, and spent most of his days alone. Charles barely even called for his only friend, save when he needed something.

“Hank!!” he shouted through the mansion. Why he needed such a big house was beyond him these days. But selling it would seem like really giving up. “HANK!! Where the bloody hell are you?”

@cxeruleus

Yes he is!! And now hes yours.

          A few days had gone by since the oblivious CLONE first set foot within the mansion, his arrival having caused quite a stir among some of the students who were ALL TOO aware of the features he wore and just WHO they came from. The more he learned about the man he was PRESUMED to be, this Magneto, or simply ERIK, as Charles had called him, the more the unwitting clone feared the man was apparently MEANT to be. Already he had seen first hand the magnitude of his anger, the red mist that sank into his mind once pushed too far, and it TERRIFIED him right down to the core.

          In the last days of his stay at the orphanage, believing the metal manipulating mutant to be Magneto, a gang of thugs took the children and Sister Maria de la Joya HOSTAGE, bargaining for his presence, DEMANDING that he pay for his crimes. Inflamed by fury, Joey had SLAUGHTERED every single member of the gang there and then before the children’s eyes, and when the dust had settled and bodies lay limp, it was the fear, the TERROR, that sparkled in the children’s eyes that tore him apart, and he knew from that moment, that this wasn’t the man he WANTED to be.