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The sun cast long shadows across the abandoned railyard, illuminating rusted train cars and overgrown tracks in a golden late-afternoon light. A dilapidated warehouse stood at the yard's edge, its windows broken, walls covered in graffiti. Despite its appearance, subtle signs of recent activity were visible – fresh tire tracks in the mud, a newly installed padlock on the main door.

From behind a stack of shipping containers, three figures observed the warehouse. Jean Grey studied the building intently, her red hair whipping in the wind. Beside her, Ororo Munroe—Storm—scanned the skies, her white hair contrasting sharply with her dark tactical suit. Hank McCoy—Beast—crouched nearby, his blue fur barely visible beneath a long coat, enhanced senses alert to any movement.

"Four... no, five distinct individuals inside," Beast reported, sniffing the air. "One smells of sulfur and brimstone."

Storm's brow furrowed. "Mystique?"

"No." Beast shook his head. "Different. But definitely mutant."

Jean pressed her fingers to her temple, concentrating. "I'm sensing significant psychic barriers. Someone doesn't want me looking inside."

"Cerebro couldn't locate Erik precisely, but the energy signature pointed here," Storm said, her eyes scanning the perimeter. "If the Brotherhood has him..."

"Then they may also be responsible for the White House attack," Beast concluded grimly. "Two birds, one stone."

Jean lowered her hand, her expression troubled. "Let's not assume. The Brotherhood operates on Magneto's philosophy, but they're not mindless followers. Something feels... off."

She closed her eyes, concentrating. Small objects around her – pebbles, dust, a discarded can – began to levitate slightly as she extended her telepathic reach.

"There's something... anguish. Pain. Not physical but..." Her eyes snapped open suddenly. "We need to get in there. Now."

Storm glanced at her. "Direct approach?"

"I vote for direct," Beast said with a smile that revealed sharp fangs.

Storm walked toward the front door, her eyes turning white as clouds gathered unnaturally fast overhead. Thunder rumbled as she raised her hands. A lightning bolt struck the padlock, blasting it apart in a shower of molten metal.

The door swung open. Four figures emerged rapidly – a massive man with reptilian skin, a woman with quills protruding from her face, a thin man whose skin appeared to be constantly rippling, and a red-skinned teleporter with a pointed tail.

"X-Men," the quill woman hissed, readying her spikes. "Should have known Xavier would send his pets."

Beast stepped forward, his posture both diplomatic and ready for combat. "We're looking for Magneto. Stand aside, and no one needs to get hurt."

The ripple-skinned man laughed. "That's funny coming from Xavier's pacifists. What happened to peaceful coexistence?"

"That's still the goal," Storm replied, eyes still white, electricity crackling around her fingers. "But the path there isn't always smooth."

Jean stepped forward, her voice steady. "Where is he? What have you done with Erik?"

The red teleporter disappeared in a puff of smoke, reappearing directly behind Jean. Before he could touch her, he was thrown backward by an invisible force. Jean didn't even turn around as her eyes flared briefly with telekinetic energy.

"Don't," she warned.

"You think we took him so what that has nothing to with you guys?" the reptilian man growled. "Lady, we've been trying to keep him alive!"

Jean and Storm exchanged confused glances.

"What do you mean, 'keep him alive'?" Beast asked.

The quill woman gestured toward the warehouse. "Why don't you put away the storm clouds, and we can have a civil conversation?"

Storm hesitated, then nodded. Her eyes returned to normal, and the unnatural clouds began to disperse. The tension didn't fully dissipate, but the immediate threat of violence receded.

"I'm Quill," the woman introduced herself. "That's Anole, Masque, and Azazel."

Jean fixed her with an intense gaze. "What happened to Magneto?"

Quill's expression grew serious. "Three days ago, we intercepted a military convoy. Heavily armed, heading north toward Canada. We'd received intelligence that they were transporting Erik."

"From whom?" Storm asked.

Quill hesitated before answering. "Mystique. She's... undercover. Has been for months."

"As who?" Jean asked skeptically.

"That's not relevant," Anole interrupted, his reptilian features contorting with impatience. "What matters is that we got to him, but barely. He was... different. Like they'd hollowed him out."

Beast's expression hardened. "Take us to him. Now."

They were led through the warehouse to a makeshift medical area. Crude but functional equipment surrounded a bed where Magneto lay completely still. His normally commanding presence was diminished, his skin pale and waxy. A young mutant with golden skin sat beside him, hands glowing faintly as they hovered over Magneto's temples.

"Elixir has been keeping him stable," Quill explained, "but whatever they did... it's beyond physical healing."

Jean approached, her medical training evident in how she immediately checked his vitals. "His mind has been traumatized. Systematic psychic invasion... extraction protocols."

Beast examined a nearby monitor. "His brainwave patterns indicate a coma-like state, but there's unusual activity in the limbic system. Whatever they did, they forced access to deep memory centers."

"Can you wake him?" Azazel asked, his accent thick.

Storm gave him a suspicious look. "Why would you want that? Isn't he more useful to the Brotherhood as a martyr?"

"We don't want a martyr," Masque replied, his face rippling with emotion. "We want our leader.

Jean turned to the golden-skinned mutant. "Step aside. I need to see what happened."

Azazel blocked her path, his tail whipping dangerously behind him. "Why should we trust you in his mind?"

"Because right now, I'm the only chance he has of waking up," Jean replied firmly. "And the only chance any of us have of stopping whatever's coming next."

Quill studied Jean for a long moment before nodding. "Let her try."

Azazel reluctantly moved, allowing Jean to approach Magneto. She placed her hands gently on either side of his head and closed her eyes.

"Erik," she whispered. "Let me in."

As Jean's consciousness merged with Magneto's damaged mind, the physical world faded around her. She descended into layers of fractured memory and pain, navigating the shattered landscape of a once-formidable intellect now reduced to fragments.

What she found was devastating—fragmented images of a military facility, blinding lights, and overwhelming pain. For a telepath like Jean, entering a damaged mind was always risky. The psychic trauma could affect her own consciousness, blur the boundaries between herself and her subject. But this was beyond anything she'd experienced before. This was calculated destruction.

At the center of the chaos, a small protected sphere remained intact—the core of Magneto's consciousness, withdrawn and defensive. Jean approached it cautiously, projecting calm and recognition.

"Erik," her voice echoed through his mindscape. "It's Jean Grey. You're safe now. The Brotherhood found you. We're trying to help."

The sphere pulsed, suspicious but responsive.

"Jean..." Magneto's mental voice was weak, echoing strangely. "Xavier sent you?"

"Yes. We need to wake you. Something's happening—the president was attacked by a mutant the blame is on mutants."

The sphere flared with sudden alarm. "Stryker... his son... they..."

Violent images flooded the space, nearly overwhelming Jean's psychic defenses—Jason Stryker's glowing eyes, penetrating Magneto's formidable mental barriers, extracting memories of Cerebro's construction and operation with brutal efficiency.

"Focus, Erik!" Jean fought against the memory's intensity. "We need you conscious!"

In the physical world, Beast watched Jean's vital signs with growing concern. Her heart rate had spiked dangerously, her breathing became irregular, and her skin had taken on an alarming pallor.

"Her sympathetic nervous system is mirroring his trauma," he reported grimly. "This connection is dangerous."

Storm placed a hand on Jean's shoulder, steadying her physically even if she couldn't help with the psychic connection. "Jean knows what she's doing. She's stronger than she looks."

"That's what worries me," Beast muttered.

He moved to a case he'd brought, removing components and assembling them with remarkable dexterity despite his oversized hands.

"What is that?" Quill asked, watching him work.

"Psionic amplifier," Beast replied as he connected wires with precise movements. "If Jean can locate Erik's consciousness, this might help strengthen the connection enough to pull him back."

Azazel eyed the device skeptically. "You carry mind machines in your luggage?"

"I've learned to be prepared for anything when working with telepaths," Beast said without looking up.

He finished assembling the device—a sleek headset with multiple sensors. With gentle care, he placed it on Jean's head, then connected a secondary band to Magneto's forehead.

"Storm, I need you to generate a controlled electromagnetic field," he instructed. "Nothing destructive—think aurora borealis, not lightning strike."

Storm nodded, her eyes turning white as she extended her hands. The air around them began to hum with subtle energy, making the hair on everyone's arms stand on end.

"Perfect," Beast said, adjusting dials on the amplifier. "Hold it steady."

Inside Magneto's mind, Jean felt the amplification immediately. The connection strengthened, and the fragmented landscape began to stabilize. The sphere of Magneto's consciousness pulsed brighter, expanding slightly as his will responded to the external stimuli.

"They're helping us connect, Erik," Jean's mental voice grew stronger. "But you need to want to wake up. What did Stryker did to you?"

"Everything," Magneto's voice was clearer now, tinged with rage and fear. "About Cerebro. The mechanics, the designs... how Charles uses it to amplify his abilities."

"Why? What is he planning?"

The mental landscape shifted to reveal another memory—Stryker standing over Magneto, speaking while Jason's eyes glowed in the background.

"With Cerebro's power and Jason's abilities combined, we can make every human experience the terror of mutant aggression simultaneously. Five minutes of shared nightmare, and we'll have a mandate for eradication."

Horror washed through Jean. "Mass telepathic suggestion... he could turn the whole world against mutants in an instant."

"Worse," Magneto's mental voice grew more distinct, more like the commanding presence they knew. "If Xavier power is channeled through Cerebro... the illusions could kill. Millions. Humans and mutants alike we have to tell xavier and stop that rat."

"Erik, we need you conscious," Jean pressed. "The Professor and Scott went to meet Stryker. We've lost contact."

The sphere pulsed violently, expanding further as alarm surged through Magneto's consciousness.

"Charles went to Stryker? Willingly?"

"Yes. And now we can't reach them."

"Then they're already lost," Magneto's mental voice grew stronger with each word, fueled by mounting outrage. "Stryker will use Charles to operate Cerebro. He'll—"

An explosion of panic and rage emanated from Magneto's consciousness. The mental landscape trembled as his emotions threatened to destabilize their connection.

"Focus that energy, Erik!" Jean commanded. "Use it to wake up!"

In the physical world, metal objects throughout the room began to vibrate. The Brotherhood members backed away nervously as medical instruments rose into the air. Storm maintained her concentration, the electromagnetic field intensifying around them.

"It's working," Beast observed. "His consciousness is reasserting control over his abilities."

Jean's eyes snapped open, glowing with telepathic energy. She gasped as if surfacing from deep water, nearly collapsing forward before Beast steadied her.

"He's coming back," she warned. "Everyone stand clear!"

The metal objects spun faster, forming a protective cocoon around Magneto's still form. Then, with a deafening groan of metal, everything crashed back down as his eyes suddenly opened—clear, alert, and filled with purpose.

"How long?" His voice was weak but commanding, instantly recognizable as the Magneto they knew.

"Three days since the Brotherhood found you," Beast informed him. "We don't know how long Stryker had you before that." said jean

Magneto tried to sit up, grimacing with effort. Jean helped support him, concern evident on her face.

"Too long," he said grimly. "If Charles is with Stryker now, we have hours at most before he implements his plan."

"What exactly is his plan?" Storm asked, her eyes returning to their normal color as she lowered her hands.

Magneto's face hardened with cold fury. "To use his son—a powerful psychic illusionist—in conjunction with a Cerebro to project lethal illusions into the minds of every mutant on Earth. Simultaneously."

"Genocide," Jean whispered, shocked despite everything she'd just witnessed in his mind. "On a scale never before attempted."

Beast shook his head in disbelief. "But that's not possible. Cerebro requires a telepath to operate it. Even with the designs, Stryker couldn't—"

"He has Charles now," Magneto cut him off sharply. "The perfect operator. And his son's abilities will corrupt the process. Charles won't even realize what he's doing until it's too late."

"Where would he build such a device?" Storm asked.

"I saw glimpses," Magneto said, sitting up fully now. "A facility at Alkali Lake. Underground. Military."

Beast's expression darkened. "That's where Xavier and Scott went. They received a summons from Stryker—supposedly about the White House attack."

"A trap," Magneto laughed bitterly. "And Charles walked right into it."

He extended his hand, and his helmet—kept nearby by the Brotherhood—flew to him. With effort, he placed it on his head, the metal gleaming dully in the dim light.

"I need my strength back," he declared. "And then we need to move."

Jean placed a restraining hand on his arm. "You're too weak to fight."

"It's not a question of strength, Dr. Grey," Magneto replied with grim determination. "It's a question of necessity. If we fail to stop Stryker, there won't be any mutants left to save."

Beast stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. "The White House attack. It was staged, wasn't it? To create anti-mutant sentiment."

"A prelude," Magneto confirmed. "To ensure that when Stryker makes his move, the world is primed to believe the worst about us."

"Then we fight together?" Quill asked. "Brotherhood and X-Men?"

Storm and Jean exchanged glances, years of conflict with Magneto and his followers hanging unspoken between them.

"If what you've seen is accurate, Erik," Storm finally said, "we don't have a choice. This threatens all mutants."

"Indeed," Magneto replied with a cold smile. "And perhaps this is what I've warned Charles about for decades. The inevitable moment when humans would try to eradicate us all."

He struggled to his feet, metal objects around the room vibrating in response to his returning power.

"Prepare yourselves," he commanded. "We go to war."

Metal instruments and fragments swirled around him as his strength visibly returned, his face setting into the implacable determination that had made him both a leader and a terror to those who opposed him.

"We need to alert the mansion," Jean said quietly to Storm. "Get everyone to safety."

"Safety?" Magneto scoffed, overhearing her words. "There is no safety, Ms. Grey. Not anymore. There is only survival."

Outside, thunder cracked as storm clouds gathered—reflecting Storm's growing concern and resolve. The unlikely alliance of X-Men and Brotherhood began preparation for battle, united by the threat of extinction.

"Alkali Lake," Beast said grimly. "We'll need the jet."

Magneto's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "And we'll need every mutant we can find. Stryker has declared war on our entire species. It's time we answer in kind."

As the mutants mobilized around him, a grim truth settled over them all—this was no longer about ideology or peaceful coexistence. This was about survival.

And Magneto had been preparing for this day his entire life.

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