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"Let me help you, my child..." Respiratory, underneath droves of wisdom beyond all men Peter knew in his life. The cloaked figured tilted his head to his side. "To make you stronger..."
Cutting off the elder mutant, "Pfft! Man, you don't owe me anything. I was more than happy to do it." Peter let out a small laugh. "By the way—um, do you have any family that I can contact? Or friends? Or anyone?"
So quiet that not even a tomb could echo from it, "You, my son." Peter just kept going on like he was telling a story of a misadventure with Nightcrawler to Erik at the dinner table or some shenanigans. This was just supposed to be a normal run, a lap circumnavigating the globe. Oh! This was going to be a fun story to tell!
Adding, "I'm more than able to take to them or anywhere you want." Peter was always up to helping his fellow mutant.
"I am quite capable of going anywhere I please. Thank you for your concern but unnecessary. Lost child." Worthy indeed... of the destiny that awaited him.
"Are you hungry? Do you need water? Is there anything else that I can do for you? If you want, you can come with me to the Mansion. Whatever you've been through, like Charles can set you up with a hotel, a counselor, get you financially back on your feet. I-I know the economic downturn is hard—it's been hard on everyone." Scratching the back of his neck, "It's that what happened you? Were in a construction incident? At the archaeological site?"
"Be still and quiet, my child." The elder god mutant rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Exacerbated by the boys endless twittering.
Peter didn't hear as he walked away with his backed turned against the mutant he saved, so caught up in his own little world. "By the sands and waters, I bind you." Curling his fingers into a loose fist.
This mutant was far too serious. "I gotta go!" Checking his watch, He hadn't changed it for the time zones. But a quick run did him good. It would be almost sundown and he didn't want to be late for Shabbat. He was proud of the challah he made with Erik yesterday, finally getting the braiding down right, "I'm gonna' be late for late for dinner. My dads—" Twin full moons glowing back at him in large shard mirror across from him on the wall. Shrouded in shadows by his cloak the elder mutant remained faceless. All Peter saw was his eyes, his glowing eyes.
His legs refused to budge. Peter's pupils constrict into fine needlepoint, drew a quick intake of breath. Trying to grip his calf to lift it, but it was if his legs were full of bags of sands.
The elder mutant behind him stood up from the fallen stones that he made his throne. Stroll up to the younger mutant, every step precise and graceful.
His guts twisted as this heavy presence overtook him like a weighted blanket of a suffocating fog, spiced his eyes, breath stolen from his lung. An eerie hum pierced his eardrums. Shoulders bones crumbling and alchemizing into dust and charcoal of the Earth, bowing to this unseen force.
Lifting the child's chin up, straining Peter's neck to look at the elder mutant, "I wasn't done talking to you. You will leave. When I give you permission to leave.” Behind the wispiness were daggers of threats.
"What are you?" An uncontrolled shiver overtook his body. Not to upset this mutant even more. Peter didn't want to show just how utterly terrified he was. He choked down a sop, "What do you want with me?" Steeling his voice so not a string of fear crept in it.
Not an answer, "You are blessed by Khonshu." Twisting his head at an uncomfortable angle, to get a better look at his sliver hair. Peter’s bangs flowed across his forehead. Sharply letting go. But gave Peter no reprieve. Circling his thumb against Peter's cheek, the warmth of fast beating heart soaking into his palm. "I am Your God. I am the God of all mutantkind. I am your liberator. Your light when you are surrounded by darkness, stumbling in the dark. I vanquished the tyranny of humankind before freeing my sons and daughters. Now, I must do again. This world must be cleansed."
"YOU'RE CRAZY!" The backhand was harder than any punch.
"I will not take disparagement from you. Nor be spoken in such a way, especially from you, my son. You will respect me as I rule you and guide you on your path. You do not know of the world."
“What does it take to get it through your thick a thousand-year-old skull that I ain’t your fucking son?!? I’m the son of Erik and Charles has adopted me and—th-they’re more to me than just parents. They’re my teachers and mentors, something you’d never ‘now! Who the hell are you?” He was going to miss Erik’s Torah lesson tomorrow, and Charles’s stroll around the campus, talking about the week.
"Why have you enslaved for yourself, my son?"
"Erik and Charles—LOVE ME!"
"False gods. Idols. In guise of teachers, mentors all meant to keep the human powers in place. Away from my guiding light. They are not worth your time. Nor deserve your praise or glory. I am here now. I am here for you, my son." Pausing to give his words reverence, "You are a child of a God." Smirking, "It's time for you now to take your proper place by my side." Reaching with his hand in guidance for the new path lay before this child; fingers not yet uncurled.
"Ah—!" Peter's eyes widen. Such power! He'd never felt power like this way before! His dark night sky eyes were slowly being eclipsed by the moon, a luminating—No! He didn't want this! Shaking his head side to side and shutting his eyes. He'd mustn't look at the light! "Oh! —Dad! Erik—Please!! Charles p-p-please be on Cerebro! I need you! Help me, please!" Sliver tears flowed from his eyes. As pure white clawed upwards from his roots overtaking the immature sliver locks.
"Stubborn child, you will learn to heed me. I am En Sabah Nur, and you will be my son and no others!" Unfurling his hand fully.
A great white surf crashing and swept away the darkness, leaving no trace of it behind, plunging him down into the depths,
deep
deep
down.
Cold.
Sinking into that infinite darkness and the danger within it.
Bitterly cold...
Two hands plunged in after him, when those came before forgotten him. Brought up to gasp a new breath into the light of the warming rising sun of Amun-ra. Will onto power. A forever hug….
Warm, but not blistering hot. All life flourished. That spring that never left. He never wanted to leave.
If he wanted to stay all he had to do was obey...
That didn't sound too bad....
The moon needed to be protected by the sun.
That...wasn't so bad at all...
"RISE! My son!"
"Yes, Father! —my God."
Bright white eyes glowed luminous as the moon as the sun that stood behind it, providing its rays and guidance on its journey across the night sky