First Class Alternate Ending for The Mutant Brotherhood RPG
An alternate ending to X-Men First Class for the Mutant Brotherhood RPG.
Erik could feel them. The rockets. The metal.
"Go ahead, Charles. Tell me I'm wrong."
And Charles checked. He probably didn't know what to make of the fact that Erik had murdered Shaw, though he'd given Charles fair warning that he would.
Erik saw on Charles' face the moment his assertion was confirmed. The humans were firing on them. All the humans. They'd come to fight each other, were made aware of the mutants - the mutants who'd saved their lives - and united to turn against them.
Moira ran back to the downed plane to call off the attack, as if her commanders didn't know whom they were firing upon or that she was there. Oh, they know, Moira, he thought. The foolish, foolish girl. He'd told them this would happen.
He knew the moment the order to fire was given because he could feel them begin to move. The firepower focused on them by two navies would be enough to take out a city and they'd turned it on a handful of civilians.
And it wouldn't be enough.
Erik knew this as the rockets approached and he reached out... and simply stopped them. They hung in the air for a moment and then, with the slightest of movements in his wrist and the briefest glance at Charles, he turned them around.
Then he threw them back.
"Erik, no. We have the chance to be the better men, here! Show them some mercy! There are thousands of people out there. Good, innocent men who are only following orders!"
Erik's jaw tightened. "I've been at the mercy of men only following orders before. Never again."
"Erik!" Charles implored.
He saw the others from his peripheral vision, and Moira - poor, foolish, human Moira - move, as though they weren't sure what to do but that Charles might need some sort of back-up here.
Charles held out a hand to stop them.
"Erik," he said earnestly. "Please. Listen to me. We can end this right here."
Erik paused only a moment. He didn't agree, but he could see he would need to turn Charles around if mutants were going to be united. There would be another time.
With another flick of his wrist, the rockets skittered off-course and detonated harmlessly in the water. Erik turned and stalked past Charles, away from the sight of the ships that had attacked them.
"Thank you," Charles breathed, reaching a hand out to Erik's arm as he passed.
"Don't thank me," Erik practically hissed, spinning to face Charles. "I didn't do us any favours."
"You've taken the first step, Erik."
"Towards what? Our annihilation? Do you think this is the end of the battle, Charles? That they'll stop because that didn't work? It's only just the beginning. They know we're here now. They'll find out who we are and then they'll come for us."
He turned and looked at Moira, instead, not waiting for Charles to answer.
"And what about you? Where will you stand when they force you to choose between your own people and us?"
"It doesn't have to be that way, Erik," Charles said softly.
Erik gave Charles a sharp look. "I'm sorry, Charles, did you miss the rockets?" he said witheringly, gesturing towards the armada.
He looked at Moira again. "They knew you were here. They were ready to kill you for standing with us. They've already presented you with your choice."
To her credit, she held his gaze, but she didn't answer. He turned away from her and she moved closer to Charles.
"We have to get out of here," Erik told them. "Before they figure out another way to attack."
Charles didn't disagree with that course of action.
"We'll go back to the mansion," he announced. "We'll make sure it remains a safe haven for people like us."
Erik supposed they did still need some place safe to go. They joined hands and the teleporter - Azazel - transported them to Westchester, New York.
Erik could feel them. The rockets. The metal.
"Go ahead, Charles. Tell me I'm wrong."
And Charles checked. He probably didn't know what to make of the fact that Erik had murdered Shaw, though he'd given Charles fair warning that he would.
Erik saw on Charles' face the moment his assertion was confirmed. The humans were firing on them. All the humans. They'd come to fight each other, were made aware of the mutants - the mutants who'd saved their lives - and united to turn against them.
Moira ran back to the downed plane to call off the attack, as if her commanders didn't know whom they were firing upon or that she was there. Oh, they know, Moira, he thought. The foolish, foolish girl. He'd told them this would happen.
He knew the moment the order to fire was given because he could feel them begin to move. The firepower focused on them by two navies would be enough to take out a city and they'd turned it on a handful of civilians.
And it wouldn't be enough.
Erik knew this as the rockets approached and he reached out... and simply stopped them. They hung in the air for a moment and then, with the slightest of movements in his wrist and the briefest glance at Charles, he turned them around.
Then he threw them back.
"Erik, no. We have the chance to be the better men, here! Show them some mercy! There are thousands of people out there. Good, innocent men who are only following orders!"
Erik's jaw tightened. "I've been at the mercy of men only following orders before. Never again."
"Erik!" Charles implored.
He saw the others from his peripheral vision, and Moira - poor, foolish, human Moira - move, as though they weren't sure what to do but that Charles might need some sort of back-up here.
Charles held out a hand to stop them.
"Erik," he said earnestly. "Please. Listen to me. We can end this right here."
Erik paused only a moment. He didn't agree, but he could see he would need to turn Charles around if mutants were going to be united. There would be another time.
With another flick of his wrist, the rockets skittered off-course and detonated harmlessly in the water. Erik turned and stalked past Charles, away from the sight of the ships that had attacked them.
"Thank you," Charles breathed, reaching a hand out to Erik's arm as he passed.
"Don't thank me," Erik practically hissed, spinning to face Charles. "I didn't do us any favours."
"You've taken the first step, Erik."
"Towards what? Our annihilation? Do you think this is the end of the battle, Charles? That they'll stop because that didn't work? It's only just the beginning. They know we're here now. They'll find out who we are and then they'll come for us."
He turned and looked at Moira, instead, not waiting for Charles to answer.
"And what about you? Where will you stand when they force you to choose between your own people and us?"
"It doesn't have to be that way, Erik," Charles said softly.
Erik gave Charles a sharp look. "I'm sorry, Charles, did you miss the rockets?" he said witheringly, gesturing towards the armada.
He looked at Moira again. "They knew you were here. They were ready to kill you for standing with us. They've already presented you with your choice."
To her credit, she held his gaze, but she didn't answer. He turned away from her and she moved closer to Charles.
"We have to get out of here," Erik told them. "Before they figure out another way to attack."
Charles didn't disagree with that course of action.
"We'll go back to the mansion," he announced. "We'll make sure it remains a safe haven for people like us."
Erik supposed they did still need some place safe to go. They joined hands and the teleporter - Azazel - transported them to Westchester, New York.