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Erik watched her. She was saying that she could not, but he did nothing. Said nothing that persuade her. It was not his words that she needed to be prompted with, but rather, the circumstances; the responsibility that was now suddenly thrust upon her. She repeatedly whispered for him to stop them and he looked forward at the advancing men. "No," he stated stubbornly. His voice filled with a strong tone of finality, one that indicated he was not going to change his mind. Nor could she. Everything then began to change. Her voice grew louder, more intense and she began to yell out. Cursing him. Whatever she needed to do, he let her do. Whatever she needed to say, she began to shout it out. And he just stood there, witnessing the scene that was beginning to unfold before them. And then, she began to scream. It was loud, piercing, and almost made Erik want to cover his ears. But instead, he felt the power from it. He embraced it. He closed his eyes, a smile, almost a smirk, formed on his expression as he slightly raised his chin.

This is what he had forced her to unleash. The consequences of it had yet to be determined, but he knew that whatever they were, it would be strong. The aura of such power surrounding them and it was truly exhilarating. When the yelling was over, Magneto waited a few moments before he opened his eyes and saw the scene before him. All the guards were lying on the ground. Incredible. Were they alive? He could see their chests heaving with breath, so they weren't dead. Just temporarily unconscious. Keeping his gaze forward at the scene, he spoke to her. "Good girl," he commended, though she may not be able to hear him. With that, he raised his hands forward, waving them in opposite directions to open up a path; which did just that. The group of guards split into two groups -- as Magneto was able to control them due to the heavy metal they wore. He pushed them against the wall, still leaving them lying on the ground, but now, there was a clear path ahead of them. He bent down to lift her up into his arms, carrying her down the open pathway. When he got to the others, who were also unconscious, he checked to make sure they were all there, before proceeding to carry Lana.

He had known she could do this. He knew she had it within her to dispose of a crowd. All she had needed was the right incentive. With time, she could control that rage within her. After all, it was what he had done in order to gain better control of his powers. She held that potential he had always believed her to. And this was a prime example. Even she could not argue how strong she was. No longer could she disagree with him when he told her she had the ability to eliminate a small army. For she had done so today, and he doubted this would be a memory that ever left her mind. When he reached the exit and looked around. No one else had been alerted. While Magneto was not overly concerned with it, he knew it would be a good time to get the other mutants out. He set her down on the ground next to him and turned to face the building. Unsure of how deep their state of unconsciousness was, he ripped open the metal doors to the facility, knowing it would be easier to get them out if they had more space in their exit. He turned to look at her, and noticed Lana begin to stir. She was awakening. "Best find a way to raise the mutants from unconsciousness. Otherwise, it will be a lot of dead weight to carry," he informed her.

The helicopter ride was silent. He looked outside practically the whole time, his mind playing over recent events, or more specifically, recent discoveries. He knew that he should be relieved that Manicore was destroyed, but how many more industries would be built for the sole purpose of experimenting on mutants? He would be lying if he were to say that was the only thing on his mind. Magda. She was a mutant. After all this time, she had been one of them. And he had not known. Otherwise, he would have protected her and she would not have had to experience more cruelty at the hands of humans. Soon enough, the helicopter descended onto the safehouse where they had all initially convened. "Stay here," he instructed both Magda and Toad. He then got out, watching the other mutants hurry inside, where they would be looked after. He could not stay here with them. He was a wanted man and he would not endanger such a large group of mutants with his presence. But, he had gotten out of the helicopter for one main reason.

Without going inside, he extended his hand, searching and eventually sensing the metal. With his abilities, he pulled it toward it and within seconds, his helmet was sticking to the palm of his extended hand. Lana was standing there, but he did not pay any attention to her, or anyone else really. His job here was done. He placed it on his head -- just in case one particular mutant was attempting to look for him -- and returned to the helicopter, hopping inside, seating himself across from Magda. "To our headquarters," he stated. She would come with him where they could have some time to speak of things, in a private and securely hidden location.

When he had opened the door, she embraced him and he placed one hand on her back in return. He did not let his expression soften. Though holding her like this, being near her, knowing he could keep her safe, was a relief, he still had not forgiven those who had put her here. When they pulled back she looked at him, silently showing that she was ready to continue. He turned toward the door, making sure she was right near him as they made their way down the hall. Noticing the signs, he read the holding cells for the other prisoners. Though she was the main reason he had come so quickly, he needed to get the other mutants out before he destroyed the place. So instead of immediately going up the stairs, he went toward the holding cells. Upon arriving, he saw the other seven mutants accounted for, and in cages, which conveniently, had metal bars in front of them. In one swift motion, he raised his hand and pulled all the bars off, releasing the mutants. He then turned back toward Magda, and continued to lead them to safety as the other mutants followed.When he had got there however, it was far from safety. Helicopters flew around in the air and more vehicles had come to response to the threat: to him.

He instinctively stood in front of Magda in a protective manner, refusing to let any harm come to her. Fools. They never learned and at the moment, Magneto was not complaining. He moved his hands in the air, causing the helicopters to collide into each other, resulting in an explosion, then doing the same with the cars. He piled up all the vehicles in one massive stack, causing them to crash and burn. Next, came the police. He turned around, facing the facility. It was time that Manicore came to an end. This time, instead of just tearing off the roof, he lifted the entire building waving his hands over to the other side where it crashed on the group of law enforcement, crushing all those that had come to stop them. He looked around, cautiously eying to see if there were any survivors. Another couple of helicopters grabbed his interest. They did not belong to the same law enforcement agency; they were their own. The other mutants rushed toward it and Magneto stayed close to Magda, ensuring that there were more attacks on them. The mutants went in two groups; most inside of one, Magneto, Magda and another couple inside their helicopter. Magneto motioned for toad to take off, and he gave a thumbs up, piloting the aircraft. As they ascended into the air, Magneto looked down at what was once Manicore Industries. This battle was over, but there would be more. Far, far more.

Magneto was experiencing a whole new level of rage. One that could only compare to the hate he felt for Shaw for all those years before he'd killed him. This time, it was not about avenging the death of someone he loved. He was about punishing those who had hurt someone he loved. She was still alive, and he was going to ensure it stayed that way. Magneto stood outside the facility, the anger so strong inside of him, that he was not thinking what the most strategic action to take was. His main priority was getting her out, and would go through any means necessary to do so. And he was going to make sure that every homo sapien here tonight, saw his face as the last image their eyes beheld before they died at his hands. He began to walk toward the building, raising his hands and pulled away the fence with such force, that it immediately alerted the guards standing there. "What the-" What, they weren't expecting him? Magneto took their guns from them with his powers, and immediately fired three rounds in each of their heads. Ordinarily, he would prolong the moment a little longer, let the bullets linger in the air, build the fear in them, but not today. He wanted them to die.

He continued to walk forward, more men rushing out at the sound of gunshots as the massive spotlight on the guard tower was pointed toward him. He could sense the sniper's weapons pointed toward him. He stood there, right in the spotlight. Good. They could see them. Raising his hands once again, he raised the vehicles parked in the lot, and threw them toward each guard tower with immense force. More men rushed out. But at this point, they seemed to realize that their weapons were useless, for they finally recognized who he was. He didn't have time for their pedestrian antics. He didn't move, not as a compliance to their commands which stated just that, but rather, so that he could eliminate each and every one of them. He took a deep breath and raised his hands once more. This time, he focused his energy onto the top portion of the building. Feeling a slight tremble in his body by the amount of force he was using, he directed his strength into ripping it off the building. All the armed guards in front of him grew distracted, their heads raising to see the part of the building, floating in the air. Magneto, guiding it with his hands, then slammed it to the ground, crushing all those who were in its path, which was most of the men who were trying to stop him. He then walked forward, on the way, pulling two guns from the corpse's of random guards. He positioned each gun on either side of him, floating in the air and moving alongside him as he walked.

Instead of traditionally opening the doors, he pulled them apart, destroying them to grant him entrance. With every guard who tried to stop him, they were greeted with bullets from the guns next to him. He did not flinch. Did not stop walking. The only time he broke his gaze to what was ahead of him, was to read the signs of where the labs were. They would be held there, he knew it. And if she was not there, then he would rip apart the rest of this building to find her. As he made his way down the stairs, he continued shooting when necessary, and eventually let the guns drop when they ran out of bullets. He reached the lower level of the facility, seeing the lab doors. He, once again, pulled them apart, sending the pieces of metal flying to the side. That was when he saw them, and more importantly, her. She was in a glass box and the humans in the room were clearly preparing to experiment on her. He felt that all too familiar fury surface once more. Deciding to create some irony, he forced the metal scalpel that one of the humans clutched, into their throat, causing them to die instantly. He then motioned for the examining board to be thrust forward, pinning one of the scientists against the wall, once again, resulting in death, for Magneto did not plan to spare any of them.

The third one attempted to make a run for it, and Magneto simply used the metal in the clipboard that he was holding on to, rip from his hand and slice his throat. He did not give the deceased a second glance. Instead, he walked up to the glass box where Magda was being held. He placed his hand on the glass for a moment, a glimpse of sadness in his eyes for seeing her in this state. It however, only lasted a few moments. He moved his hand to where the keyhole was and tore it off, while also ripping the door of the glass cage off its hinges. He extended his hand for her to take, seeing her in an entirely new light. While he knew he always loved her, that love was not turned into a deeper one . . . because she was a mutant.

Magneto looked at Lana as she began to explain a bit more about the facility and those who were trapped inside of her. Eight. That was eight too many mutants who were taken. Forty guards was not so bad, easily manageable. When she finished explaining that part of it, she began to hold up the pictures of the captured mutants and simultaenously say their names. He looked at each one, starting with the first, the second, the third, and . . . it was when she got to the fourth that Erik paused. He stared at the picture and could hardly believe what -- or who -- he saw there. Magda. No. That was a mistake. She . . . was not a mutant. She was a homo sapien. Why on earth would they take a human to experiment on? Magneto knew that was not the right question to ask, for he knew the answer quite plain and simple: they wouldn't. Which meant, that she was a mutant.

That she had abilities. That . . . they had her because of that. He felt a surge of rage begin to consume every fiber of his being. A slight tremble, as the surrounding metal began to shake. Whatever shock he felt at this discovery was currently -- and perhaps temporarily -- replaced by the anger and infuriation he felt for those who had taken her. He was going to pay them pay. Every single one of them.Without a word of explanation -- or even acquiring of his helmet -- he walked right past Lana, right past the rest of the mutants, and left. There was no longer a strategy. No longer an emphasis on strength in numbers. He would not waste another second. Not with this new piece of information which had evidently changed everything. They had her. Because she was a mutant. The former piece of information was quicker to process in his mind, and once it was dealt with, he would start properly absorbing the latter revelation.

Magneto was a wanted man by practically every law enforcement agency. But with mutants, he was not a fugitive. After his televised speech, several had wanted to band with him; join with him. Erik knew what the future would have held in store, and just because they stopped this one particular threat, did not mean there wouldn't be more. It would be endless, until they stood up against all of them and proved that they were superior by being the dominant race. He was currently speaking with a few of the others, having gotten word that more mutants had been captured by Manicore. This time, they were taken to the actual facility rather than a temporary one. Magneto had a basic idea of where it was, but there would still need to be a great deal of planning involved.

If they were to go on this mission, they would need a strategy, and he had a number of those willing to go on this mission. They had apparently received a list of mutants who were captured, and Magneto was waiting to see it so that he could take into account how many were taken. Time was of the essence as well, for he did not want to get there too late. Who knew how long the homo sapiens would wait until they commenced their cruel experimentation. One thing was for sure though, when Magneto arrived at the facility, he was going to destroy ever last bit of research that Manicore had, whether it was their own or taken from Trask. He knew they would not be the last to experiment on mutants, but next time -- hopefully -- he would have a little more of a head start.

Tag Lana and then Magda

She was already getting in his way. She was trying to lecture him about being better prepared for the future, about staying together . . . but he had all the knowledge he needed. After the visit from Logan, he knew what the future held, or would have held. He'd been right all along: there had been an inevitable war. But he was not going to tell Lana that. They had changed the course of the future, so he was unsure what was happening in this current time. But he did not feel the need to prolong his exposure to it.

"If you want to stay with me, then fine. But as I said before, do not get in my way. And do not use your abilities to attempt to control me." He did not have his helmet on right now, but that didn't mean he trusted her. "Give me your word." Because that was the only way that he was going to agree to them staying together. He had planned to come here on his own, and that was what he'd prepared for. Suddenly, she was here. Which changed things but not too much. He still sought out the same thing. He merely had someone he had to take along with him now.

Her answer didn't come as a surprise. Had she still been with The Brotherhood, she would have been protected. They would have known about this far sooner and been able to stop it before it ever got to this level. "This should prove you wrong." Because she was not alone, despite his previous actions. Because obviously he cared, otherwise he wouldn't be here. He didn't expect this to regain her loyalty; he did not expect her to join him. He merely was showing her how a mutant helps a fellow mutant; and that was not done by fleeing when it became dangerous. Though, the lesson he had for her was not yet over. When she took his hand he helped her from the box and turned toward the door, though paused before moving any further.

"The other mutants are weakened because of the sedatives they were given." To keep them under control and contained. "Any moment now, a group of at least three dozen armed men are going to block our exit, and round up the other mutants, including the ones who came here with me." Why was he explaining this to her? He did not answer his own question as they made their way through the hall and sure enough, they were greeted with approximately the number of men he had predicted. Behind them, were the mutants. They had not managed to escape, and Magneto was not surprised. While he would not let any of them die, he was not going to do anything right now. "Don't move!" One of the humans demanded. Magneto complied, but not because he was told to, but because it was part of the plan. "Go ahead," he urged her. "It is your turn." For her to stand up, and fight against a common threat.

Manicore. This was Magneto's latest focus. They seemed to be continuing what Trask Industries had been attempting to do. And Magneto would not let them do so at the expense of mutants. This time, he would be better prepared for their attacks. He was not confined in a prison. He had a group of mutants who were willing to fight alongside him. So in the following days, since his visit to the shelter, he had been gathering information. Doing his research. They had a facility where they were planning on performing more dangerous and experimental tests on mutants. But it wasn't just about destroying the lab in which they worked. It was about destroying all of Trask Industries research. So that they had no starting point. So that if they wished to experiment, they would have to start from the beginning and Magneto wouldn't let them get very far. He had been collecting such information when word got out that Manicore had made their first attack: they had taken mutants from the shelter that Magneto had just been at not too long ago. This immediately made him prepare to get them out. He could not waste a moment. He had a fairly good idea of where they were being held. A few more mutants joined him, having friends that had been taken. While Magneto was receiving a list of names, one in particular peaked his interest. Lana. Well wasn't that ironic. He gathered the mutants with him, delivered a speech for morale, and went over the strategy. It would not be a massive army approaching the holding area. About ten mutants were captured. If they were wise about who went where, using their abilities to add to that strategy, then it would not be difficult to get them out.

When everything was ready and the plan was prepared, they set out on their mission. Thankfully, Magneto's research had proved to be effective. They found the facility the mutants were being held in and Magneto led the line, going to where majority of them were. As each guard was taken down quite effortlessly, Magneto's searched the prisoners for Lana. She was not here. One of the mutants said that they had taken her to a separate area: because she was the first to be tested. Erik told them to ensure no one was left behind, and he went to find her. Much to his delight, the facility was mostly made with metal. So each barrier he came across -- be it a guard or a locked door -- he could overcome it effortlessly. Finally, he got to a room, seeing her in what appeared to be a glass box. No matter. He looked at her from the other side for a moment before walking up to it, directly in front of the box she was being held in. He then raised his hand to motion for one of the sharp tools on the tray near the examining board, to start cutting a circle around the glass. When it was deep enough, he moved the cutting tool to the center, penetrated the circle and pulled out the glass. It was big enough for her to easily step out of. He extended his hand to her to help her out. "What did you realize when you woke up today?" He asked her, his words in reference to their last conversation. Did she still believe that mutants weren't as strong as humans? Did she still not see the world for what it was? Unjust, dangerous, and oppressive.