"Erik, don't!" Charles screamed, reading the intent like a black sun rising in his friend's soul.
"He will never stop," Erik said, tears freezing on his cheeks in the cold wind. "This is the only way."
One by one, they left. Alex, unsure. Raven, defiant. Hank, heartbroken. They stood behind Erik, who lifted his hand and raised the Soviet submarine from the water, its conning tower forming a terrible crown. X-men- First Class
Charles Xavier closed his eyes and reached out with his mind. Not to fight. But to find the next scared, lonely mutant. The next girl who couldn't touch anyone without killing them. The next boy who saw colors in sounds.
Erik’s jaw tightened. "I'm always thinking about Shaw." "Erik, don't
The human ships, seeing the mutants as a greater threat than the Soviets, opened fire. A naval barrage tore into the beach. A stray shell struck Charles in the spine.
The battle on the beach was chaos and beauty intertwined. Alex, unsure
Charles, bleeding in the sand, looked up. He saw his sister choosing the path of rebellion. He saw his brother choosing the path of vengeance. And he realized the truth of the name the newspapers had already given them.
Charles tried to freeze Shaw's mind, but the helmet deflected him like a mirror. "You cannot reach me, Charles!" Shaw laughed, absorbing the concussive force of his own ship's cannons. He grew stronger, more radiant, his body thrumming with stolen energy.