Author's Chapter Notes:
So this chapter pretty much sucks majorly but what can I say? Anyways, this chapter does follow the story line very closely from the Movie but I've added some new scenes and removed some other ones. Enjoy.
Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters:

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” Logan admitted as him and the X-Men sat once again in Xavier’s study.

“I understand that Rogue is a very powerful mutant,” Logan continued, “but why is it that all of a sudden this Magneto character needs her right now at this exact moment? I mean he had almost fifteen years with her.”

“It is a question I my self have been asking all evening. I have known Eric for along time and he has never done anything to this magnitude,” Xavier confessed to the group.

“When you where with Senator Kelly this evening Professor did you find anything about whatever Magneto is planning on doing?” Jean asked as she went to sit next to Scott. She placed her perfectly polished hand gently onto his knee. She felt the tension of losing his sister spring in waves off of his body.

“Yes Senator Kelly was transformed I guess you could say by a machine that Magneto had manufactured. It severely weakened him when he used it,” said Xavier.

“So this machine draws its power from Magneto,” Scott asked coming to a conclusion.
“Yes, in fact it nearly killed him,” Xavier nodded in response.

“He's going to transfer his power to Rogue and use her to power the machine,” Wolverine spoke aloud from his own corner of the room, “when we were at dinner the other night you said Rogue drains the powers of mutants and their personality for a little while right?”

Xavier nodded in response.

“She is the perfect candidate for Magneto, Professor. Maybe that is why Magneto took her from that lab; he was already fabricating the machine. He new before hand even before he tested it on Senator Kelly, on what it would do to him long term,” said Jean as she too nearly stood from her seat at the discovery.

“He doesn’t know his machine kills others,” Ororo reminded everyone thinking back to Senator Kelly’s death only an hour beforehand. The dieing man’s words and his sudden, unexpected death set unsettled with her as they discussed Senator Kelly and what it would mean for the rest of humanity.

“Scott prep the black bird, Jean please come with me we have to make sure that we find Rogue and Magneto before it is too late,” Xavier said as the three of them left the room.

Storm and Logan sat quietly in the room waiting for word on where Rogue might be going, both hoping desperately that they could save her before it was too late.

“Magneto’s right you know, there is a war coming. Are you sure you are on the right side?” Logan asked Storm who had at some point stood up and was now staring out of one of the large floor to ceiling windows. The moonlight reflected off of her snow white hair, making it shimmer in the poor lit room.

“At least I’ve chosen a side,” She said just above a whisper to him, still staring out of the window. Clouds had mysterious started to form outside, shifting the shimmering beauty of her hair to a more ominous look as the moon drifted behind the concealing clouds.

“Yeah great side you picked. Can’t even keep your own people safe,” Logan accused from across the room. He had sat down about the same time Ororo had stood up.

“Help us then!” She said louder than Logan had ever heard from her before as she whipped around to face him, “fight with us!”

“Fight with you? Join the team? Be an X-Man? Who the hell do you think you are?” He yelled back at her as he jumped up from his seat and strode over to her.

“You’re a mutant Storm. The whole world out there is filled with people who hate and fear you and you’re wasting your time trying to protect them. You’re wasting your time trying to be their superhero. I’ve got a lot of better things to do than do that kind of shit!” Logan continued to yell at her. Ororo just stood there looking at him before she shook her head and responded.

"There's more to it than simply possessing super powers. To be an X-Man means possessing strength of will--of self identity-- that nothing can subvert. For better or worse, being an X-Man means not merely being born a mutant... but a hero.”

“Yeah and whose hero are we going to be tonight Storm if we fail and Rogue dies and half of the world leaders go with her? Tell me who, then Storm, who will be their hero’s then?” Logan asked her but before she could respond Scott all but kicked down the door trying to reach them. Both Storm and Wolverine stopped their small disagreement and looked at him in bewilderment.

“We found her,” Scott said answering Logan’s look before he answered, “but apparently someone broke into the mansion and corrupted Cerbro’s main system. Xavier seems to have placed into what Jean assumes is form of a coma. This type of coma is created when a telepath of the Professor’s level automatically place them into when they feel that their minds are under attack. Jean can’t seem to get through to him. I’ve already called Hank from Washington he’s on his way now.”

“Scott if something has happened to the Professor then how do you know where Rogue is?” Storm asked her comrade in arms as she moved towards him. The evening events weighed heavily upon her.

“Jean used Cerbro,” was all Scott said as he turned and left the room, heading towards the war room.

Magneto’s Secret Undisclosed Lair:

I panicked. When I woke up I was sitting in a dank, dark cell and every nightmare I had ever had seemed to come alive at that exact moment. This of course included the multiple of personalities I had as well. Logan, Slim, Victor, Remy, Wonda, and yes even Magneto all screamed in protest to being in the small enclosure, trapped once again and locked up where no one can hear our screams. So yes, I panicked.

I screamed for all I was worth and kicked and pulled at the metal bars that held me in. I paced the inside of it and ran my hands across the walls looking for anything that would help me in my escape. But in the end my efforts where futile and I should have known better than that, seeing as how my captor was Magneto I didn’t even stand a sliver of a chance.

“Would you stop screaming?” a very large and bulky Victor Creed asked me.

“No,” I spat at as I stood in the middle of the room trying to control my panic. Trying to do all I could to push the terror filled voices in my head back into their little rooms.

“Now Roguey don’t be that way,” came the seductive voice of the one and only, blue skinned mutant Mystique.

“Raven you know if I ever get out of here I will personally see to it that your skin is no longer that brilliant blue hue that you love so much. So why don’t you be a dear and let me the hell out,” I said to her flashing her a bright smile.

“Do not call me by my slave name girl,” Mystique replied before moving to stand next to Sabertooth, draping her arms over him. I swear I never knew what she saw in that man or him in her.

“Let me go Mystique,” I said saying her name with a drawn out edge to it, “and I won’t tell Victor your dirty little secrets.”

She stopped at that, released her hold on Victor and sauntered over to my cell door. I swear that woman has been manipulating that man for ten years at least if not maybe even longer. You would think he would be smarter than her with his animalistic senses and other mutant abilities. But then I again this is Mystique we are talking about and that woman could charm a snake if push came to pull.

“What?” She said to me through clenched teeth, she balled her hands into tiny fists as she did so.

Victor seemed more than interested to hear whatever information I had on his lovely lover. Probably just now figuring out that yes, I still know every secret from everyperson whom I had ever touched. I mean seriously I can’t believe I used to work and live with these people. I mean really they had no common sense what so ever.

“Now, now Mystique I know you haven’t forgotten about Graydon. Because I know he hasn’t forgotten about you?” I say to her in a questioning manner as I placed my hands on my hips. I just couldn’t help it; I was enjoying this way too much.

“Shut up, before I remove that pretty little smile from your face Rogue,” Mystique whispered to me through her still clenched teeth.

“Who’s Graydon Raven?” Creed asked as he moved forward towards her.

I don’t know what it is with ferals and cheating. But let me tell you ferals do not like it when their partner (or mate as they call it) bunker up with another person. It’s like a territory thing or something.

“Let me out Raven and I’ll knock him out and he’ll never know we even had this discussion,” I tell her using her own memories as my only weapon of escape.

I watched as Mystique thought it over. I couldn’t believe she would even consider letting me go just to cover up some stupid secret. I mean really it wasn’t all that bad. I bet Victor would even agree with her on what she did.

“Come on blue we ain’t got all day,” I say louder as I move my arms from my hips to cross atop my chest.

“Raven,” Victor growled out, “Who’s Graydon?”

“Don’t you see what she’s trying to do Victor? She’s trying to manipulate us into letting her go. She’s using fake information on us to get us to let her go. I don’t have any idea on what she’s talking about,” she lied through her teeth. I mean really the woman should know. That man can smell a lie just as good as Logan can. I mean hello! They have the same freaking mutation.

“You’re lying Mystique,” he says to her.

“Kind of stating the obvious there Chief,” I say watching them. I am pretty sure by now I am not getting out of here. But hell if I am going to go down then so are the rest of these circus side show wonders.

“Go on Raven tell him who Graydon is and oh don’t forget about Kurt either,” I say and watch as her eyes widen in horror at mentioning Kurt’s name.

I know it was a pretty low blow especially since this is Kurt we are talking about here. Kurt doesn’t deserve her, he doesn’t deserve not knowing and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve me saying this stuff about him either. But well I am pretty damn desperate right about now. I know he’ll forgive me, it’s what he does.

“Kurt and Graydon? Nice names, who are they Mystique?” Victor said walking towards her in that menacing kind of way that most large, animalistic type of men do.

“Stop Victor,” Raven said putting her hand up.

She didn’t sound a bit scared, she was gaining her control back over her emotions. I knew Kurt would hit accord. Since, you know, he’s her favorite out of the two. But trust me I wouldn’t blame her on that either.

“Graydon and Kurt are my son’s,” she confesses and really I didn’t think she had it in her at all.

“Wow,” I say and start to clap in applaud at her achievement. Those two had to be her deepest and darkest secret that she has been carrying with her for a long while. I hope Victor appreciates that little bit of information, because I am pretty sure that didn’t come cheap.

“What?” he says confused. Really the man doesn’t catch on real easy.

“I have two sons. Kurt is the oldest, he’s from a pervious man I had relations with for awhile,” She said and I just raise my eyebrow at that.

“Still kind of do don’t ya?” I say with a raised eyebrow that could really out do Logan’s at this point.

“Alright fine! Kurt is Magneto’s son and no, he does not know about him and I would like to keep it that way for obvious reasons,” she says through those same clenched teeth. I swear the woman went from blue to purple in 0.2 seconds.

“Bucket head!?” Sabertooth says in complete shock.

“You really don’t think I am that close to Magneto without having something to hold over him, do you? But if it makes you feel anymore comforted Sabertooth we are not lovers anymore,” she says truthfully. I can see Victor looking past her at me to confirm.

“Sorry to burst you’re doubting bubble there Vickie but she’s not lying on that point. Since the last mission we went on she hadn’t at least,” I confirm I mean I had to give the guy a break.

“And Graydon?” He says moving on. I mean really this is like watching my very own soap opera. I should get kidnapped more often by evil mutant villains on a power trip.

“Well Graydon’s the youngest, he’ll be sixteen next month,” she says and almost doesn’t continue, “he’s your son.”

“Wow Raven I didn’t think you had it in you. You really do have a heart,” I say as I see the emotion on her face. I know I’ve hurt her but really the woman helped kidnap me and locked me in a cell in the middle of nowhere. I think we’ll call it even for now.

Before she could say anything in return Magneto walked into the large holding room I was in. Closely followed by Toad who then instructed to get everything ready it was time to move out.

I was escorted by Toad (much to my dismay) to a boat that had a large metallic thing loaded up on to the back end of it. Mystique was at the wheel, a dead man lay at her feet. Victor stood off to the side watching both Mystique and the metallic thing at the same time.

We drove in silence the entire way to what I assume was our destination. I could feel the cold from the water start to creep in and surround me. The water seemed to get chopper as we closed in closer to land. It wasn’t long before I realized where we were headed.

“Magnificent, isn’t she?” Magneto asked as we all looked up to the towering beauty of the Statue of Liberty.

“I’ve seen it,” I reply. Because I remember along time ago when I was really happy, my parents had taken me up to New York one summer. That was our last vacation.

“I first saw her in 1949. America was going to be the land of tolerance. Peace,” he says to me with a sort of venom I hadn’t heard from Magneto or Eric for that matter in the entire time I had known him.

“Are you going to kill me?” I couldn’t help but ask. I mean I am a curious creature. Maybe I should have been a cat. At least they have nine lives and I only have one.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Like I said, curious.

“Because,” he begins before looking from me and then up to the statue, “there is no land of tolerance. There is no peace. Not here, or anywhere else.”

I shudder at the thought.

“So what? You’re going to use me for the sole gain of mutant superiority? How pathetic! A man who spent his entire childhood in a concentration camp and he himself tries to vie for world dominance. Now if that ain’t irony I don’t know what is,” I scoff at him. He doesn’t say anything to me, just smiles sweetly, almost a little sad.

“Sabertooth, take our guest and place her on the machine. I’ll raise it,” Eric says to Victor who only lets out a lowly growl before grabbing me by the upper arm.

As Victor began to haul me to the back of the boat and handcuff me to ‘the machine’ as we were apparently coining it. I began to notice a curious fog that began to creep rather quickly along the coast line and surround the Statue of Liberty. It rolled in quickly and as thick as any winter blanket.

“We are no longer alone, Sabertooth once I have transferred my powers over to the girl I will be momentarily weakened. I’ll need you to protect me,” Magneto all but whispered to Sabertooth as Victor finished locking me into place in the machine.

I glanced past him then and couldn’t help but smile as I noticed the all too familiar outline of a large air craft landing not half a click away from us. It was nearly invisible except for the fact that the thick fog that had to be created by Storm for it rippled over and around the Blackbird. Oh yes, I couldn’t help but give a small smile at that.

“We have company Eric,” Sabertooth said breaking the quiet that had been created as everyone worked together to get everything prepped.

“Mystique, Toad take care of our uninvited guest please. We can not afford for this plan to fail,” Magneto commanded as both Toad and Mystique gracefully raced across the thick lawn towards the entrance of the Statue of Liberty.

As soon as both had entered the large statue Creed removed the cover off of the machine. Magneto raised both of his hands into the air and lifted all three of us plus the machine in the air.

Oh yes, at this moment I would give anything to be a cat right about now.

The Blackbird:

“Do you people actually go out in these things?” Logan asked as he rotated his body in the skin tight leather uniform he was wearing.

“Well, what would you prefer? Yellow spandex?” Scott asked with a smile as he came closer to their destination.

No one said anything else as the Blackbird came closer to the Statue of Liberty. Each person was mentally preparing themselves for what was to come. Each concerned on what this moment in history would mean for the world, mutant and human alike.

“Storm cover please,” Scott requested as Storm had thick fog roll out of nowhere towards the large statue. It doesn’t even take two minutes before Scott begins to land the Blackbird on top of the choppy water. The water sloshed about down below the Blackbird landing with little or no grace upon the water’s edge.

“Sorry,” said Cyclops.

“You call that a landing?” Wolverine questions before everyone unloads from the jet.

They all walk cautiously towards the Statue of Liberty. She stands tall against the dark night sky. Lights from the city illuminate her as if a Goddess standing amongst the stars. The fog that Storm had created slowly starts to disappear and the leftover wisps languished about her feet and layered skirts. Making her look even more gigantic and ethereal amongst the flourish of city lights and technological advancements.

The group entered her from the base of her skirts. Even with as much caution as each person took Wolverine still let one of the security alarms off as he stepped through the metal detector. The sound alerting Mystique and Toad of their presence way before the team was even slightly prepared.

“There’s someone here,” Wolverine said aloud to the group as he began to sniff out his opponent.

“Where?” Scott asks as they cautiously move about the base of the Statue of Liberty.

“I don’t know. Keep your eye open,” Logan comments sarcastically as he disappears in search of the intruder.


The Machine atop the Statue of Liberty:

“So this is what you have been planning all along then?” I ask Bucket Head, (I decided that since he was going to kill me I might as well call him that. I mean everyone already does, even his own people), as I lay slumped up against the machine.

“I am surprised you hadn’t figured it out long before this my dear,” Bucket Head chided to me, “especially with all of that money I had invested in you. Really Rogue, all of that training to strengthen you mentally and physically, did you really think it was all for your benefit? No, it was all so that one day you would be strong enough to use my powers at the level in which I use them. But I guess that was something not even you could fully achieve.”

I just rolled my eyes at him. Seriously the man has ego issues bigger than that telepath I met last year, what was her name? Oh right Emma Frost. Goodness that woman has more money than Warren Warrington and you would think she would have clothes that one, cover up her body and two were in colors other than white. I mean did she wear after September?

“They’ve made it past Toad and Mystique,” Sabertooth reported back to Bucket Head as he stood next to us on the torch.

“We’ll head them off at the head. Make sure they don’t make it up to this arm Victor,” He replied to Creed with a warning in voice.

“Wow, couldn’t even keep the X-Men preoccupied for more than fifteen minutes. I am sincerely impressed. That beats your record Bucket Head. Now how long does it take for your stupid Machine to work exactly?” I asked with a smile.

I mean I couldn’t help it. They were coming to rescue me. Maybe I might actually make it out of here alive. At least then I know no one is going to die because of me tonight.

“If you excuse us Rogue we have to deal with your friends,” Bucket Head said to me as him and Victor descended into the head of the Statue of Liberty.

The Head of the Statue of Liberty:

“Everybody get out of here!” Logan all but yelled at the X-Men.

“What? Why?” Storm questioned as she and the others looked at Wolverine with inquisitiveness.

“I can’t move,” Wolverine respond as he was thrown up against the wall of the State of Liberty.


Chapter End Notes:
In the argument with Storm and Wolverine the line "There's more to it than simply possessing super powers. To be an X-Man means possessing strength of will--of self identity-- that nothing can subvert. For better or worse, being an X-Man means not merely being born a mutant... but a hero.” is actually from the comic book. I don't remember which one exactly. I just saw it while I was searching for lines from the movie and thought, yeah, that explains everything right there. That is exactly what it means to be an X-Men. So go Storm! Anyways...thanks for reading.
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