ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

'I will return. I will return home.'

Erik shut up. He was in the middle of one of his speeches in a local pub to recruit mutants for his Brotherhood. But the audience interrupted the Master of Magnetism with these words.

They repeated them over and over again before they all began to leave the pub.

Erik was confused, and frowned instantly. He was lucky he had his helmet on. Otherwise he'd share the same fate as the few of the pub, the many in the world.

The metal bender grabbed one of the mutant's shoulder. A girl with long blonde hair who didn't even turn around to face him. No one paid attention.

"Tell me, child, what is happening?"

But there was no response. Just these words again. Onslaught had opened a connection between him and the millions of mutants, well, except Erik. But that wasn't going to be unnoticed.

As soon as Erik had a physical contact with the young mutant, Onslaught noticed this....disturbance. Even though he was powerful, he couldn't get past that shield that the helmet of Erik created to protect his mind.

But that didn't stop the entity to get in contact with the Master of Magnetism, oh no. Onslaught took full control of the young mutant.

Her head immediately turned to face the one who dared not to obey him. And wasn't that surprised to see it was Erik.

"I'm coming after you, Erik. You, my dearest creator." Onslaught's voice merged together with the woman's. The voice was getting louder and louder but always repeating the words.

Erik released his grip on the girl's shoulder as soon as he heard 'creator'. What did it mean? For as long as he can remember, he didn't 'create' someone...did he?

"Did you really think you could hide from me? I'll find you anywhere." That twisted laugh of the psionic entity was transmitted. This was too much fun.

But it was all game. And for the hope of mutants and humans, it wasn't a single player one.

Erik shoved the mutant away, and ran. He just headed out of the pub before he levitated himself. Away from this madness that was displayed in front of his own eyes. What he knew, was that he was going to need a plan.

A good one because for the first time since a very long time, he was alone. No one could help him during this situation.

The metal bender watched the marches. They were heading to one place. And that place was the key to end this.

"Whoever is responsible for this...I won't allow it."

He was determined to stop this for the sake of his brothers and sisters. But how if the enemies seemed to be exactly his BROTHERS and SISTERS?

'Erik...' Charles could see what Onslaught was doing. His voice was only a very faint sound in Onslaught's mind. He pushed and locked away Charles far enough in the darkest parts of his mind that he no longer paid attention to what the telepath said. Well, not fully.

Onslaught disapproved of the sound of Charles's voice, even though it was barely hearable.

"Don't fight it, Charles. Can't you see that I'm doing this for you? I'm helping you! I'm bringing all children to your school. See it as a gift from me to you."

Charles had a bad feeling about this, about everything Onslaught was doing. but he was helpless.

He was like one of his students. At least he felt like it.

Onslaught needed to be stopped until he was too powerful.

Erik, who was unaware what the psionic entity was doing to Charles, figured he wouldn't be able to survive this.

This was enslaving the mutants, and the Master of Magnetism hated to see this scenario. Bad enough that mutants were treated like slaves, but the worse seemed to be that a fellow mutant was the cause of this mess.

"Returning home, huh?" He remembered the words that filled the pub. "Guess I will do as well." And by that, he meant the mansion. Charles' mansion.

The place where all the mutants were going to. Erik didn't know but was soon taught better.

"I'm coming home...Charles."