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"If we don't save your people now, how will you save them once war broke out, Charles? Humans...Homo Sapiens will come after us one day.
Then what will you do? Let them suffer? Even though they already suffered long enough? Suffered even though there was no reason to?

You insist in your plan of coexistence between humans and mutants. But what if the humans don't want that?

Think about it.

They'd /eliminate/ each and everyone of us. Your petit friends, family, children. All will die if you don't stop them, dearest Charles.

I have complete and utter faith in you that you will be able to solve this problem."

Charles' head was pounding. The persona that had grown and grown in his mind had such a great influence on him, it was remarkable. And dangerous. The psionic entity was another step ahead of its freedom. If it could get Charles to do what it wants-- How doomed would the world be?

"I will help you, Charles. You'll possess a power that no one can even match at the slightest."

The voice kept going. Oh, it had been talking all these years and he didn't see an end to it. Created by the consciousness of two powerful mutants, the one from Charles and the other being Erik, had led to the result that Charles called 'Onslaught'.

Charles knew it was wrong to eliminate humans. For so long he had fought for equality and peace between humans and mutants but his goal seemed to be farther away than he thought. He /stumbled/ on his path but didn't fall down just yet. Not yet.

"Humans deserve the same respect we want to achieve to get. Killing them will only lead to more tension and...war."

As if war hadn't broke out yet. Humans couldn't even stop discrimination of their own race.

Onslaught wrapped its own mind around Charles' in a protective manner. Or more like...to shield him away from the outside world.

"We cannot sit here and wait, Charles. Do it for your people you try to protect so much. Your /children/ are in danger."

The more Charles let the entity in his mind, the more he was losing control of himself. As if he was pulled into the darkest parts of his great mind. A place where nithing but darkness ruled. The place where Onslaught had been locked away.

Until now.

"What...will you do, Onslaught?"

Charles' voice was barely a whisper. He couldn't possibly let the entity win, could he? Too far...Charles's mind had been pulled too far into the darkness he feared for so long. But it was too late to stop the progress now.

Onslaught's in control. Of his mind and his body. And what a fantastic feeling it was to be able to move!

"I'm bringing back your children."

And not just Charles's students, no. Every single mutant around the globe. That way the Homo Sapiens could be defeated for once and for all.

Erik's consciousness was the strongest present at this very moment. Mutants to rule over humans. As it should be--

Onslaught took the helmet of the Cerebro in his hands before he slipped it on his, or rather Charles's head. He didn't concentrate on the humans. Not yet. The time to attack hadn't come yet.

As...allies were just as important as a brilliant plan.

Onslaught's voice filled Cerebro, and went straight to the minds of the mutants. Inheriting his creator's abilities was a great gift he'd never trade for anything. He wanted to lure them /all/ to Charles's mansion.

... Onslaught was in control. His voice was loud and firm but it was controlling every single mutants' mind. Except for...one with a special helmet.

They moved, and Onslaught grinned.

"Mutants...come home."