The Trap Springs
Mystique ran from the Xavier mansion, seething.
How dare he? That bastard!
Called her beautiful, made jokes mid-fight… and she hadn't even scratched him.
Even Azazel—her demonic counterpart—had been hurt by her strikes before.
But Elias? Nothing.
Whatever he was, he wasn't human. She had to warn Magneto.
No—Magneto couldn't know. If he found out there were demonic mutants, he'd try to use them.
That would be catastrophic.
Mystique clenched her fists. "Stay away from my children," she muttered, before vanishing into the night.
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Back inside, I finally got into the mansion.
It looked exactly like the cartoons, only real—and louder. Music blasted as dozens of teens danced wildly.
"You came!" Kitty shouted, grabbing my hand.
"Let's dance!" she said, pulling me into the crowd.
We danced close, her hand brushing my neck.
"So, where are you from?" she asked sweetly. "Big city, right?"
She's fishing for information. Definitely.
"I came from a temple in the countryside," I replied, resting my hand on her waist. "But what about you? Heard you had a thing with Lance, the bad boy."
She looked guilty for a second, then smiled shyly. "He's just a friend."
Yeah, right. Confused women are trouble.
Still, she was clearly trying to gather info—a perfect chance to play along.
"Wonderful…" I said, leaning in until our faces almost touched. "I'm very glad to know that."
"So… want to go somewhere quieter?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.
This is definitely a trap.
"Lead the way," I said, grinning.
We walked down a hall into a strange empty room.
"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Protheus," a calm voice said.
Standing before me was Charles Xavier himself, with the X-Men lined up behind him.
"I've been looking forward to your arrival."
Damn it…
It really was a trap.