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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 3, EPISODE 12 (PART 1 OF 2)

We open months ago, just after Sofia completed her transformation into War. War, having changed into her initial blue armor, sans helmet, follows behind a tired and weakened Apocalypse through the halls of their base.

APOCALYPSE: “Your training remains far from complete. You are now armed with the weapons you have earned, but you must still learn how to use them.”

SOFIA: “I believe I am already skilled with my winds. I have not forgotten anything.”

Apocalypse doesn’t doubt that, only what her imagination was previously capable of. She knew how to slice her enemies and disrupt their eardrums, but how far did she ever take that?

APOCALYPSE: “Have you ever torn the air from a man’s lungs and watched the light leave his eyes? Have you considered that with mastery over all that surrounds you, you could make the wind track the most minute of your opponents’ movements? These are the skills I will teach you.”

Sofia looks at Apocalypse from behind, in awe of him.

SOFIA: “Thank you, Lord Apocalypse.” He turns his head to glare at her. “Oh. I am sorry. I am still accepting that this is real…Father.”

APOCALYPSE, turning his head straight: “You are not the first child I have had since my first. Not by blood or by other means.”

SOFIA: “I’m not? Then where are they?”

APOCALYPSE: “Dead. Either killed or aged to dust. My genes do not guaruntee immortality. You are now the first since the original Horsemen to possess it.”

The two stop at the grand entrance to Apocalypse’s bed chambers.

SOFIA, smiling at him, now at his side: “Meaning I have plenty of time to get it right…my lord.”

APOCALYPSE, glaring back at her: “Meaning I would prefer you not going out of your way to annoy me for all eternity.”

SOFIA, playfully: “You made me permanently seventeen. Blame yourself.”

Apocalypse shuts his eyes and seethes as he has his servants open the doors and enters. Before Sofia follows…

SOFIA, still processing: “All eternity.”

Inside the bedroom, Sofia’s eyes dart around at the ornate furnishings, before Apocalypse holds something out to her.

APOCALYPSE, holding out a lightning bolt shaped sword: “The swords crafted by Isca the Unbeaten are unrivaled by any on this plain. I possess them all. I gift this one to you.”

Sofia, hands shaking, takes it and admires it. She notices that it’s different from the ones he uses; it’s much smaller. Apocalypse informs her that this sword was wielded by his wife. Her body was small, but her power was unmatched.

SOFIA: “You are sure she would want me to have it?”

APOCALYPSE: “She will decide that for herself when she meets you.”

Now then, War shouldn’t be thinking that her training will become any easier or less painful just because of his own ailments or her elevated status. Now that she is immortal, he can push her harder than ever. He will make her wish she could die. And she will thank him.

APOCALYPSE: “Are you ready?”

Sofia’s face lights up as she sheathes her new weapon.

SOFIA: “Always, Father.”

Elsewhere, a news broadcast is watched, as millions of people protest around the world against the rising threat of Mutants, not just motivated about everything else that’s happened in recent months, but two new pieces of breaking news. First, the thousands of mysterious deaths from Apocalypse’s plague having finally been tracked to have a connection to the X-gene, and second, Graydon Creed has been found dead.

Graydon’s two largest benefactors, Carlton Kilgore and Lenore Kensington, hold a press conference, surrounded by Friends of Humanity members, and with their respective son and daughter as their side. Since the news first broke forty minutes ago, the Friends of Humanity has gained thousands of new members. They will continue their work, now in honor of Graydon, and avenge his deaths at the hands of the Mutants by finding a new candidate to get America back on track.

The news reminds its viewers of where the source for this accusation is coming from, playing a clip from earlier in the morning of Lenore’s daughter, Wilhelmina, holding a kitten, crying in front of the cameras about how nice Mr. Creed was to her, and that she knows it must have been the Mutant Emma Frost who killed him; she was just meeting with him! She and her friend Kade saw her, but no one else remembers!

The TV this is being watched on is destroyed by an optic blast.

In the headmasters’ office, Cyclops and Magneto are equally pissed.

CYClOPS: “How does this keep getting worse?” He turns to Erik, his anger boiling and his fists shaking. “The news coming about Apocalypse’s plague couldn’t just have come out now by coincidence? The media must have been waiting for something like this just to drive it in.”

ERIK, scooting Scott back with his magnetism to get him out of his face: “Optics are your concern. You will figure something out. I want to know why Emma lied to us.”

Scott’s confused about what he’s talking about, but Erik tells him to not be stupid; Emma told them yesterday that neither she nor M were able to complete the assasination attempt. Scott says he isn’t stupid, he just can’t think of a single reason she would have had to lie.

ERIK: “As if that woman needs to reason.”

SCOTT, even more pissed, eyes glowing behind his sunglasses: “What was that?!”

Before the two can start fighting, Scott’s mind is telepathically soothed as Emma enters.

EMMA: “I don’t know what your problem is, Erik, but keep my name out of your mouth, hm?” She holds Scott’s hand as Erik glares at her. “If you would like to point fingers, consider aiming them toward the little twerps who miraculously avoided having their minds wiped.”

ERIK: “You are saying ten year-old children poisoned Graydon Creed?”

EMMA, narrowing her eyes: “Show of hands. Who here hasn’t had a child of that age, or younger, attempt to kill them?” Magneto can’t raise his hand. Scott smirks. “Precisely.”

Erik questions why they would do this even if they are responsible but, letting go of Scott, Emma thinks they need to table this discussion; they have to worry about their own children.

EMMA: “Our X-Men in Training are gone. All of them.”

Scott asks what she means, with Emma explaining that none of them, or Laura, are here, and from the scan she and Danielle ran, none of them ever came home last night either.

ERIK “They’re rambunctious children with high-stress lives. I’m sure they just–”

EMMA: “I’m not sensing any of them in New York, either.”

Cyclops, clenching one of his fists, exiss the office as he presses on his com.

CYCLOPS: “Danger, prep my jet.”

Emma and Magneto follow after him, wondering what he’s planning.

CYCLOPS: “I’m not losing any more people. I’m done playing games and asking questions. We’re going to have a chat with the one person who has all the answers.”

We cut to the Egyptian dessert, as four figures in the distance trudge through it. Just before we see them, it becomes clear who they are as they start talking.

PITOR: “I already told you, I do not wish to speak about it.”

KURT: “Oh come on, Pete, if anyone can understand the strange emotions of your sister dating your ex, it’s me!”

LOGAN, leading the group and sniffing the air: “You mean because you used to kiss your sister?”

KURT: “That is not what was happening!”

ORORO, clearly happy to be back with HER team: “It isn’t contrary to what transpired either.”

KURT, frustrated even Ororo is teasing: “Storm!”

PITOR: “As soon as our mission is complete, I will express my feelings as I see fit.”

ORORO: “Does that mean a painting? I hope you will be in the mood to share, little brother.”

Pitor smiles. He’ll make sure she gets to see it.

KURT: “Okay, but seriously guys, I wasn’t kissing my–”

LOGAN, cutting him off: “Shut it, Elf. I’ve got something.”

Pitor doesn’t know what he’s talking about; there’s nothing here. Ororo pulls out a device, and adds that, according to the coordinates Kitty gave her, Apocalypse’s base wasn’t far from here before its destruction.

Logan growls as he continues to sniff. He sniffs high, he sniffs low, and eventually…

LOGAN, cringing: “Slim, you idiot.” Kurt questions what Scott did. “That man thinks of everything. But he didn’t think to look underground!”

A pink light flashes and sand is blasted in their faces. The season X-Men prepare for battle, with Logan popping out his claws, Nightcrawler drawing a rapier, Ororo pulling out her knives, and Colossus transforming into his metal form.

“Welcome X-Men!”

Exodus reveals himself, floating above them as he keeps the sandstorm raging.

EXODUS: “Your timing couldn’t be more perfect. Have you come to oppose destiny or to submit?” He holds out the hand he used to steal Ororo’s powers. “Storm?”

BEAT

STORM: “I do not know if anything can be done for me.” She twirls her knives. “But you are not leaving this place with that hand. To me, my X-Men!”

Colossus and Wolverine start the fight with a Fastball Special (Classic Edition), with Pitor tossing Logan at Exodus. Exodus casually flings him away, but the X-Men quickly follow up, with Nightcrawler teleporting Colossus above Exodus’ head to smash him. Bennett reacts quickly enough to fling them away as well, but Colossus grabs his arm and throws him into the ground.

Storm and Logan rush him while he’s down, but Exodus launches a massive energy blast at them. Nightcrawler teleports them both out of the blast’s range, while Pitor lands, crashing his knees into Bennett’s chest. Exodus screams, as Colossus pumbles him, drawing blood, until Exodus blasts him away in a rage.

Even as Exodus picks himself up though, the X-Men don’t give him a moment to breathe, as Storm distracts him by throwing one of her knives and slicing his face, giving Logan the chance to move in and slash his chest. Nightcrawler returns with a badly injured but stil standing Colossus, above Exodus, ready to smash him again, but Exodus has had enough of this. The Omega-level telekinetic blasts all of them away with a gargantuan wave of TK energy in all directions.

Logan and Colossus pick themselves back up, while Ororo and Kurt are conscious, but too injured to stand.

EXODUS, enraged: “You actually thought you weaklings could come here and overcome ME?”

LOGAN, trying to get under his skin: “We were actually thinking about your boss, not you.”

COLOSSUS: “Now that we stand here though, I do like our odds.”

Exodus derides them for the fools they are. His power is unrivaled! And them? Two of them cannot even fight on their own. And the metal men are hardly a threat themselves.

Logan and Pitor are tense as they stare him down, knowing he’s right. But…

STORM, forcing herself to stand: “You presume too much, Exodus.” Bennett sneers at her. “Iceman defeated you, did he not? And you have served not one, but three masters. Your power does not seem unmatched to me.”

EXODUS: “Silence!”

STORM, smirking with her single knife at the ready: “You had to cheat to defeat me at my best. Forgive me for favoring my chances while at my worst.”

Ororo’s words get to Bennett, just like she hoped, but not in the way she expected. This depowered, arrogant woman with a blade standing up to him makes him think back to when he was first training Sofia, and become livid that he allowed her to remain such a nuisance.

Exodus screams as he unleashes another blast encompassing the entire area.

In Clan Akabba’s base, Lady Akabba walks past the cells holding Laura, Julian, Noriko, Cessily, and Roxy, not just with her usual grace, but an extra pep in her step. Death and Dust follow behind her, with Sooraya’s eyes guilty as they pass by her friends, and Akihiro assuring Sofia that they won’t wake up until she’s ready for them.

SOFIA, with absolute confidence in her voice: “Good. I don’t want them waking up in these conditions. It will send the wrong idea.” Sofia notices the look in Soo’s eyes. “Do not worry, Dust. Once they understand their place is among the strong, this will be their world as much as yours.” She giggles. “Well, a little more Hellion’s.”

Akihiro narrows his eyes.

AKIHIRO: “My lady, may we speak in private?”

Lady Akabba is quietly amused as she thinks she knows what this is about and asks Sooraya to leave them, informing her the servants will get her anything she needs.

SOORAYA: “I…thank you.”

Soo gives a small bow, before flying off as a cloud of sand. Sofia watches her depart with a smile on her face, before turning back to Akihiro to smirk at him.

SOFIA, mockingly: “Something to say?”

AKIHIRO, displeased: “I would of course never question you…but you still intend to make that boy your king?”

SOFIA: “Why wouldn’t I? I love him.”

AKIHIRO: “He may be fit, but he is hardly worthy of you. You deserve nothing less than an Omega.”

SOFIA: “If memory serves me right, the only Omega men on Earth presently are either incorporeal energy beings, gay, someone I intend to kill, or more than one of the above. That is not what I am looking for.”

AKIHIRO: “And you have just forgotten the way he betrayed you?”

SOFIA: “Love is pain, and pain is love. Besides, you all misled me. He never once slept with Surge while we were together.” Akihiro tries to speak, but she talks over him. “And just as I knew they would, they broke up on their own. So there are no problems.” She tilts her head. “Unless you wish to tell me that you are jealous.”

AKIHIRO, aghast at the prospect: “Jealous? I’ve told you before that if I wanted you, I would have you.”

SOFIA: “And you have never said why you don’t.”

Sofia shoots Akihiro a taunting grin as she strokes his muscular arm, Aki not appearing too happy about it.

EXODUS, approaching: “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He tosses down the unconscious bodies of Storm, Wolverine, and Colossus. “But we have a problem.”

As Lady Akabba and Death compose themselves, they have Famine explain that the X-Men were finally able to find them. He dealt with the intruders with ease, of course, but they have a little issue.

SOFIA, realizing who’s missing based on her inside knowledge: “Where is Nightcrawler?”

We cut to the Danger Room, where Escapade and Foxx are sparring. In the command room above, Kitty, while watching over her student, is also on her computer, desperately trying to track down the X-Men in training.

KITTY: “Come on. Where are you guys?”

Behind Kitty, Illyana leans against the wall, brooding, thinking about Pestillence’s offer to free her from her suffering. She shakes her head.

MAGIK: “KItty, may I ask you something?”

KITTY: “A little busy babe, but shoot.”

Illyana weakly smiles at the term of affection from her girlfriend. Before she can say anything though, Nightcrawler BAMFs in, laying heavily injured and exhausted on the floor.

KITTY: “Kurt!”

Kitty drops to the floor to check on him, and asks if he’s okay, quickly following up by asking where the others all are. Kurt tries to answer, but before he can, he passes out. Kitty and Yana share a look of concern.

We cut to a familiar large Missisippi home, where elderly Irene Adler is spreading rhubarb jam on a piece of toast. She moves calmly and precisely, before pausing. She sighs.

DESTINY: “I wish you’d knock.”

Irene’s door is blasted in by an optic beam, before Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto barge into her house.

EMMA: “Mystique isn’t here.”

ERIK: “Good. I don’t think I have the patience for that right now.”

IRENE, off-screen: “Excuse me?”

Irene crunches down on and chews her toast, before swallowing and dabbing her face with a napkin.

IRENE: “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

EMMA: “And do you always have the patience for her?”

Irene cracks half a smirk.

IRENE: “I believe you’re the one with something to say here, Mr Summers. We can talk about it while Ms. Frost writes me a check for my door.”

Cyclops stomps up to Irene. Destiny isn’t afraid as he attempts to appear imposing, taking another bite of her toast.

SCOTT: “Where are the Horsemen? Where are they keeping our students?”

DESTINY, swallowing: “What makes you think I’ve had any visions about that? And why didn’t you come to me about them two months ago?”

SCOTT: “Your first question confirms you know what I’m talking about.”

IRENE: “And your dodging my second makes me suspect an answer.”

SCOTT: “Don’t care. You know about Lady Akabba.”

IRENE: “I do. She attempted to recruit Raven and I. Horrible young lady. Absolutely no manners.”

SCOTT: “We know. Where is she?”

IRENE: “The home that is her present, but not her future.”

ERIK: “We do not intend on allowing her to live. If you see her future, then we have already lost.”

IRENE: “Do not be such a downer, Magneto. My visions are not always accurate.”

SCOTT: “But you do see where she is.” Cyclops’ visor glows, the sound of his beams loud enough for Irene to hear. “And you’re going to tell us right now.”

Irene’s face becomes expressionless, before she sticks the last piece of her toast in her mouth. She smirks at Cyclops’ frustration as she chews.

EMMA: “I take it back, Irene. You and Mystique are perfect for one another.”

Destiny swallows.

IRENE: “I know. Just as I know that the only reason you’re breaking down my door now and weren’t knocking on it months ago is because you’re afraid.”

SCOTT: “Don’t push me.”

IRENE: “You’re not going to murder me in cold blood. That isn’t you. It’s who you’re scared you’re turning into.”

SCOTT: “Emma, get the info from her head.”

EMMA: “I’ve been trying, Darling. She’s had more than a few decades to learn to protect her mind.”

IRENE: “Well? Will you order Magneto to bring my house down on me, next?”

ERIK, pissed: “I do not take orders.”

IRENE: “Of course not. Supervillains like you and Ms. Frost are like me; you only give orders.” Scott’s blood boils and Irene enjoys watching it happen. “I know. You didn’t want to get into bed with another one. But here you are.”

A small amount of energy bubbles out of Scott’s visor, but before he can shoot…

EMMA: “She gave me the coordinates. We’ve been played. They’re underneath their original base.”

Erik is pissed enough by this revelation that multiple glass objects around the house explode. Irene remains unphased.

IRENE: “I suppose I should go clean that up. Good luck saving the world…X-Men.”

As Scott continues to pant and sweat and seethe, Emma calms his mind again, putting an arm around him and leading him out of the house, Magneto floating behind.

EMMA, telepathically: “What she was saying. It’s true then.”

SCOTT, telepathically: “Yes. I’m sorry.”

EMMA: “I don’t particularly care if I’m seen as a hero or villain. You’re getting a little old for that as well. Do you love me?”

SCOTT, without hesitation: “Yes.”

EMMA: “Then we have no problems. At least not between us.”

As they hold each other on their way to the Blackbird, the camera pans over to Magneto. Magneto calls Cannonball over his com. He needs him to bring all the teachers together, immediately.

In Clan Akabba’s base, Exodus and Malice float down a hall together. Malice groans, as she dusts her hands off, with burnt pieces of skin falling off.

EXODUS: “You’ve held this form for nearly a year, and only on the eve of our victory are you beggining to burn?”

MALICE: “I wasn’t fighting for most of that time. I was fine, but the princess and the wannabe prince were more challenging than I anticipated.”

EXODUS: “Well keep it together. You will have your new body soon enough. It would just be tragic if the X-Men arrived and we fell because of you, wouldn’t it?”

Exodus floats away from her with a smirk.

MALICE, annoyed and dusting off more burnt skin: “I’m not the one who keeps losing to them.”

Both Horsemen arrive in a chamber, away from the other prison cells, where Wanda and Pietro are shackled to the wall, with power dampening collars on them. Malice calls upon the power of Pestillence and opens the red eyes on her palms, and rips the poison out of Wanda, absorbing it back into herself.

Wanda wakes up, gasping after her extended slumber.

EXODUS: “Hello, Witch.”

Wanda’s eyes fill with rage as she takes note of her surroundings, including Pietro, and attempts to blast her way out. But nothing happens.

EXODUS: “There is no sorceress more powerful than you, Wanda Maximoff.”

MALICE: “But even you are subject to the incantation placed on this chamber to block magic.”

Wanda struggles, but soon accepts she’s trapped.

WANDA: “I was asleep. For a long time.”

MALICE: “Two months exactly, love.”

WANDA, glaring at the face of her sister: “What do you want?”

EXODUS: “It is just as the two of you discussed. Your chaos magic will break down the fabrics of reality, and resew them to form a beautiful quilt of Mutant dominated perfection.” BEAT. “Although…our specific ideas do differ from our diminutive queen’s.”

Exodus grips Wanda’s chin tightly.

EXODUS: “In the world you forge, I will rule alone as king, my rightful place as the strongest of all. And my world will have no use for humans…or for filth.”

Wanda shakes her head and Bennett lets go.

WANDA: “I’ll die first.”

MALICE: “No. You won’t.”

Exodus and Malice’s eyes both glow, and Wanda screams.

In Laura’s cell, she continues to lay unconscious. Until she suddenly jolts awake.

AKIHIRO, standing over her: “I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this. But I guess you’ll always be your father’s daughter.”

When Laura doesn’t respond, only glaring back, Akihiro tells her they always knew what she was doing. Lady Akabba tells him everything. But still, it was fun training her while it lasted.

Laura looks away.

AKIHIRO: “I can see it, you know. You being the ultimate weapon. If you’d just let go of the idea that it’s all you’re meant to be, I’m not even sure I could stop you. You’ll never be normal. But you’ll also never be what they wanted you to be.”

Laura seethes. She then sniffs, picking something up. Laura looks back at Death.

LAURA: “And I wasn’t lying.”

Akihiro questions what she’s referring to. Laura sardonically explains that her understanding where he’s coming from wasn’t an act. If Logan really did what Akihiro said, she gets his rage.

LAURA: “But Logan’s here. I smell him.”

AKIHIRO, mockingly: “And you think I just need to hear his side of things to hug him and call him Daddy?”

LAURA: “I think I need to hear. Then I can choose which of you I kill when I’m free.”

AKIHIRO: “And what makes you think you’re ever getting free?”

LAURA: “Because…” she trails off, choked up. “Sofia may have lied about sharing my feelings. But she still loves me.” Laura forces a smirk. “And you woke me up for a reason.”

Akihiro thinks, circling his tongue around his mouth.

AKIHIRO: “I’ll think about it. For now…” With his pheremones, Akihiro puts Laura back to sleep. “There’s another brat I need to chat with.”

In a low-end, New York City bar, we catch up with Roberto, who’s cheered on as he wins a round of darts with a bullseye. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this environment, wearing a three-piece suit.

ROBERTO, blowing kisses: “Thank you! Thank you! You’re all too kind!”

His disgruntled opponent pulls out his wallet and gets the money together to pay him for their bet, but Beto assures him that isn’t necessary.

ROBERTO: “Next round is on me!”

The whole bar cheers even louder.

PATRON #1: “Doesn’t he seem to be a little too yuppy to be hanging out here?”

PATRON #2: “He kinda reminds me of those rich guys from the movies who like to kidnap and kill people.”

PATRON #3: “Both of you, shut up. He’s paying, and I’m not complaining.”

Roberto sits down in a booth, where, on his phone, he has a million missed calls and texts from Monet. Most of Monet’s texts are monosyllabic and vaguely threatening, and one of them is just a picture of her glaring at him with a raised eyebrow.

Beto rubs his forehead, as he thinks back to the ultimatum he received last episode. He buries his face in his hands.

BETO: “What would you do, Papa?”

As the door to the bar is opened, someone wearing black and red high-heels steps in. One guy hollars, only to get slapped by his friend; where does he think he is?

PATRON #3: “Hey Bobby, she a friend of yours?”

Beto picks his head up. He should have known he couldn’t hide from Monet.

Sunspot gets up, only as he does so, everyone else in the bar disappears.

BETO: “What the…?”

“I thought we could use some privacy.”

Beto’s eyes widen in horror as the woman who’s entered the bar reveals herself. Along with her black and red heels, which perfectly complement her long, flowing red hair, she wears a bright green business suit with gold shoulder-pads, a gold belt, and various gold and emerald jewelry.

JEAN, smiling sweetly: “Hello, Roberto. It’s nice to see you again.”

In the school’s medical bay, Kitty and Illyana stand by as Danger treats Kurt, with assistance from Melody Guthrie.

DANGER: “She wants to be a nurse, and began aiding me after the riot. Isn’t that sweet?”

YANA, still brooding: “Like a pony.”

Kitty is a little more supportive and gives Aero a smile and a pat on the shoulder, as Melody leaves to get something.

KITTY, sitting down next to Yana: “You still wanna talk?”

MAGIK: “Not really. Feel like I should say something though.”

KITTY, holding her hand: “What’s up?”

Yana takes a deep breath.

YANA: “How would you feel if I went away again?”

Kitty’s immediately worried by the question, and demands that she be direct with her. Magik sighs and explains that she’s just not sure what she’s really doing here. Yes, she’s with her friends, and fighting to protect Mutants but…

YANA: “The only times I’m not sad are when I’m with you.” She summons the anti-soulsword. “I’m not a demon. But I’m barely a Mutant either. My body doesn’t feel right, food doesn’t taste right. I thought I could handle being…this…but I can’t.”

Kitty’s so sorry. But she’s also really glad Yana is at least able to come out with this on her own. She used to have to practically force it out of her when she was a teenager.

KITTY: “Right now…right now, just know that, whatever you are, I love you. Because no matter what, you’re still Magik.” Yana weakly smiles. “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to do more for you. We haven’t had a chance to breathe lately. But we’re about to beat the Horsemen, and when we do, we can take the deepest breath of our lives, and save Wanda. And if it’s what you want…”

YANA: “She has the power to fix me.”

Kitty hugs Yana, promising they’ll get through this. Then maybe Yana can finally take her out on a real date.

YANA, getting red: “Me…taking you out?”

KITTY: “I know what you want.”

Yana’s face flickers between peace and distress.

“Hi Ms. Pryde!”

Kitty and Yana untangle as Foxx enters the medical bay. She heard Nightcrawler was here, and she wanted to make sure he’s okay.

FOXX: “He was one of my favorite teachers. Blue solidarity and all.”

KITTY: “That’s sweet, Foxx, but you can’t be here right now. I’ll ask Kurt to come see you later, okay?”

FOXX: “Hmm. Okay. So he hasn’t even woken up yet?”

KITTY: “Afraid not. Don’t worry, he will soon.”

FOXX, smiling: “Cool.”

As Foxx leaves, Magik asks Kitty if she’s talked to that girl about kissing Bling! yet , with Kitty replying that right now, she’s just worried about where Bling! is.

The camera follows Foxx into the hallway as she pulls out her phone and sends a text.

FOXX, texting: “Nightcrawler is unconscious. He hasn’t said anything.”

“BABY DICTATOR”: “Make sure he doesn’t.”

Foxx grins maliciously.

We cut to the past, where Apocalypse is training a newly recruited Akihiro in his arena. As the two duel, Apocalypse complements the Muramasa blade; next to his own, it is one of the finest he has seen.

Apocalypse guts Akihiro, and kicks him to the ground.

APOCALYPSE: “But its side effects are unfortunate.”

Akihiro pants as he heals, saying that the sword doesn’t change anything.

AKIHIRO: “It is as you said. Death is all I am. It is all I need to be.”

APOCALYPSE: “Correct. But being Death is something to relish. Not something to have infringed upon you.”

AKIHIRO, standing: “Listen, my lord, me and Muramasa are on the same damn page. The world is worthless, and everyone in it deserves to die.”

Apocalypse grumbles. He grabs Akihiro’s head and makes him scream, as his skin is completely covered in scars, and his eyes are gouged out.

APOCALYPSE: “You birth family. The Hand. Romulus. They have all hurt you. They have all fed your hatred. And hatred can be a powerful tool, but it is not the strongest one there is.” Apocalypse makes Akihiro scream again, reversing his last procedure. “I do not hate humanity. No more than they hate the flies they swat at. True stregnth…”

AKIHIRO, interrupting, still in pain: “Please do not say it comes from love.”

APOCALYPSE, smiling: “I could say something else. But I would be lying. Hate only drives you to kill your enemies. Love drives you to do whatever comes after.” Apocalypse tightens his grip on Akihiro, before letting go. “You have never known love.”

Akihiro doesn’t respond. Apocalypse slightly crushes his skull, prompting him to spit out that that is correct. He values his lord’s words, but he is not capable of love. Nor is he capable of being loved.

Akihiro braces himself for more pain, but Apocalypse lets him go.

APOCALYPSE: “I am not here to be your parent. You are here to serve. But I see your worth. If you persevere and prove yourself, I will grant you all that I have to offer. You will have the respect you earn. Once you know respect, from within and from others, love will come.” Apocalypse turns his back and walks away. “And when you do find one you love, show all their enemies the power of Death.”

As Apocalypse exits, Akihiro collapses, panting.

In the present, we remain in the arena, as Akihiro screams, kicking Julian into a wall. Julian wakes up, still wearing a power dampening collar, with everything aching. Seeing Death, he processes what’s going on, and stands.

JULIAN, panting: “Where…is she?”

AKIRHIO, Muramasa in hand: “You mean Lady Akabba? Visiting Lord Apocalypse. She’s about to wake him up and take over the world. Big day.”

Hellion tries to power up, but groans as he notices his collar.

AKIHIRO: “Sorry. Death fears no one, but I still wasn’t taking any chances.”

Julian gets further pissed, knowing now that this is Laura’s creepy brother. Akihiro can’t deny either part of that description.

Hellion clenches his metal fists. He knows he’s a powerless prisoner and he’s up against a Horseman. But that isn’t an excuse not to try.

Julian rushes Akihiro, who licks his lips. Death swings at Hellion’s head, but Julian barely slides underneath Muramasa, only losing a few hairs. The X-Man then jumps out of the way as Akihiro brings his sword down on him.

AKIHIRO, not seriously chasing and swinging at Julian: “You must be curious why I have you here.”

JULIAN, barely dodging despite Akihiro’s lack of care: “Nope! Just thinking about knocking your head off!”

Hellion gets kicked upside the head, launching him up into the air before he crashes back down.

AKIHIRO: “Same powers and more as your friend. It would just grow back.”

As Julian struggles to stand, Death explains to him that he wanted to have a chat. To reach an understanding before everything changes.

AKIHIRO: “For reasons I can’t fathom, Lady Akabba still loves your boyish face. And she intends to–”

JULIAN, cutting him off: “Sofia.” BEAT. “Her name is Sofia.”

AKIHIRO, grinning: “Not anymore it isn’t.” Julian attacks him, but Akihiro casually dances around his punches. “ She is Lady Akabba. War. The daughter of Apocalypse.”

Death slices an “X” across Julian’s chest,before backhanding him away. He can’t get back up this time.

AKIHIRO: “And despite what she thinks, she no longer has a use for you. You are beneath her. So if you want what’s best for her, when she offers you the opportunity to rule at her side, you will decline. And you will bear the honor of dying at her hand.”

Julian grunts, scratching his hands against the ground.

JULIAN: “What…did you do to her?”

AKIHIRO: “I only gave a push in the direction.” He presses the tip of Muramasa against Julian’s forehead, drawing blood. “Do we have an understanding?”

Julian is pissed, but forces himself to grin up at Death.

JULIAN: “I don’t know a ton about what’s going on right now…but she’s not gonna fuck you, man.”

Death is incensed. We pan away as he does something else to make Hellion scream.

Elsewhere in the base, Hellion’s screams transition into Wanda’s, as Exodus and Malice continue to psychically torture her.

EXODUS: “I don’t know what Pestillence is seeing in there. Frankly, I do not care enough to look. All that matters is the power you do not deserve.”

WANDA, still able to speak on the physical plane despite her mind being invaded by Malice: “What…are you talking about?”

EXODUS: “We Mutants were chosen by the lord. In that way, we are all special. But your connection to the chaos force was born of sheer luck. When you build my new world, it will no longer exist.”

WANDA, struggling to hold in her screams, but standing strong: “It does not matter what you do to me. I will not grant you want you seek.”

EXODUS: “What you want is irrelevant. I am the strongest. And the strong always get what they want.”

Bennett turns up the psychic torture, making Scarlet Witch scream again.

We flash back to the past.

One year ago, a nude Bennett steps out of a steamy, ornate shower. He clears the fog from his mirror with his telekinesis and begins brushing his hair and drying himself off with his telekinesis as well.

As Exodus does this, he can’t help but admire his own attractiveness. He feels and strokes his own muscles. And then imagines someone else doing the same. Turning his head, a young knight in black stands behind him, smiling innocently as he massages Exodus.

Bennett at first appears at peace. He then cringes and shouts, destroying his bathroom with a telekinetic wave.

EXODUS: “No! No. I have purged myself of this sin. I cannot fall to it now.”

“You have been fighting this battle for centuries, and still have not achieved victory.”

Exodus sneers as Apocalypse appears in his cracked mirror.

APOCALYPSE: “Are you not ready to yield?”

Exodus spins around and fires a massive energy blast at Apocalypse, destroying part of his own home. Apocalypse merely reaches his hand out to disintigeate Exodus’ attacks, as he fires a speared tentacle out of his stomach to skewer Bennett, and pull him in close to him.

EXODUS, gasping for life: “I…will kill you.”

APOCALYPSE: “Another mission you have had for centuries, and another you will never achieve.”

Apocalypse shoves Exodus off his tentacle and onto the floor.

APOCALYPSE: “You will never defeat me. Just as you will never cease to hunger for the taste of the first you killed in my name.”

Exodus shouts again, launching an energy blast aout of his bleeding mouth, but Apocalypse puts a quick stop to that as he gets on top of Bennett, mounting him, and forcefully covers his mouth with his hand.

APOCALYPSE: “I require new Horsemen. And you, my once trusted Crusader, are whom I believe to be the fittest of Mutantkind’s present crop. The rest of the world’s Mutants are weak and soft in their own ways. But you are of another world. Another time. And you were built by me.”

Apocalypse’s eyes glow back as he attacks Bennett’s mind.

APOCALYPSE: “But before I upgrade you, my creation.” Exodus struggles, but can’t do anything to get Apocalypse off of him. “I will purge you of your weaknesses.”

Bennett is completely afraid.

Back at the bar, Roberto isn’t sure what to do in the presence of Jean. Jean, however, has no fear or anxiety, and hugs Beto.

JEAN: “I’ve missed you.”

BETO, even more confused: “I guess you’re not here to blow me up then.”

JEAN, pulling back: “We didn’t get to spend much time together on the X-Men, but it was never difficult to see the gentleness in your heart.”

Jean smiles warmly, allowing Beto to breathe and smile back.

BETO: “I’m guessing the Phoenix Force isn’t just here for a social call though.”

Jean holds her arm out to be able.

JEAN: “Please. Sit.”

Beto turns his head and sees that a whole buffet of food has appeared where there was nothing moments ago.

BETO: “You really can do anything now, huh?”

JEAN: “It’s just simple molecule manipulation.” Jean sits. “And don’t worry, the other patrons are all still alive.”

BETO: “Nice to know.”

Jean asks how Beto is first. Beto cheekily responds that she probably already knows.

JEAN: “Yes. But I’m trying to not forget all of my manners.”

Sunspot gives the cliffnotes of her current position. He has no faith in Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto, something he’s sure Jean and himself are in agreement on, and is still trying to support them, while also making his own, better plans, but they’ve made clear they don’t want him if he isn’t committed.

JEAN: “Isn’t the answer simple? Aren’t you more confident in yourself than them?”

SUNSPOT: “I’m more confident in my ability to protect us. I’m not confident I’ll like who doing so makes me.”

JEAN: “Not surprising. There are many shades of Erik and Emma in your plans.” Jean consumes a steak by tapping it with her finger and absorbing it into herself. “I’m so disappointed in Magneto. I didn’t think he’d be overrun so easily by the others.” Jean snaps her fingers. “That’s not how I’m supposed to eat here.”

As Jean picks up a fork to eat a salad, Beto acknowledges their ideas aren’t all bad. The problem is the people themselves. Of course, they’re far from the worst people.

BETO: “Could you imagine what my father would have done with the power of an Omega-level Mutant?”

JEAN: “We can ask him if you’d like.”

BETO, unsure if she’s serious: “Umm…no thank you.”

JEAN, shrugging: “This is tasty. I should grow my own food more often.”

Jean tells Beto that she never knew his father, she’s only heard stories. But from what she’s seen, Beto could never be like him.

BETO: “Big words from you.”

JEAN: “They aren’t all I have for you. I was drawn here by the machinations of an old friend of yours. John Sublime.”

Beto curses in Spanish, before Jean tells him it’s fine; he’s finally dead, and she stopped what he was planning.

JEAN: “However, I wasn’t entirely successful in what I sought to do.”

BETO: “I didn’t think you could make mistakes anymore.”

JEAN: “I can’t. But I also can’t always stop others from making them.”

At the table next to theirs, Beto sees Celeste, Phoebe, and Mindee, eating in silence, with cold eyes and shaking hands.

BETO: “The Cuckoos? What happened? Why are there only–?”

He bangs the table, not even needing to finish his question to know the answer.

JEAN: “I tried to save Esme. I did. But there was nothing I could do.”

As Beto beats himself up, knowing that, whatever happened, the Cuckoos wouldn’t have even been involved if they hadn’t let the riot happen, Jean tells him not to despair.

JEAN: “I’d like to ask you for a few favors.”

In Clan Akabba’s lair, Dust knocks on the door of Sofia’s bedroom. Classical music is heard from the bedroom.

SOFIA: “Enter.”

The guards at her door open the entrance for Sooraya, who steps forward to find Sofia, seated on her bed, waving her finger along to the music.

SOORAYA: “You wished to see me, So…Lady Akabba?”

SOFIA, getting up, in a good mood: “You are a part of my inner circle, Dust. War is fine.”

War has both good news and bad news for Sooraya.

SOFIA: “Thanks to the Celestial implant I gave her, your mother just woke up, and is on the verge of a miraculous, full recovery.”

Sooraya presses her hands to her heart and says a swift prayer.

SOORAYA: “Thank you so much. May I go see her?”

Sofia’s face falls. This is where the bad news comes in.

SOFIA: “Some X-Men found us. We apprehended most of them, but Nightcrawler got away. There is a chance Cyclops and his team will come next, and before our plan is put into place.” Sooraya gets nervous, and Sofia picks up on this, floating over to her. “I will not make you fight them if you do not feel you are ready. Making you fight when you are not fit for battle would be foolish. If you would like, you may leave right now and go see your mother. I would like you at my side when I create our paradise, but it is your choice. And it is one you must make now.”

Sooraya hangs her out, taking a moment to think. Until…

SOORAYA: “May I ask a question?”

SOFIA: “Anything.”

SOORAYA, shooting Sofia a hard stare: “Did Apocalypse offer you choices like this?”

The question catches Lady Akabba off guard, but she keeps herself together.

SOFIA: “Yes. He did. Father never forced me to do anything. He only encouraged what was in my best interest.”

SOORAYA, demure, yet skeptical: “I see. And you don’t regret any of them?”

Sofia fails to maintain her composure this time, as she cringes.

We flash back to this bedroom, several months ago, where Apocalypse meditates, hovering above his bed.

While Apocalypse is trying to experience a moment of peace, it becomes clear he isn’t going to get it, as War floats behind him on her side, in a loose fitting yellow and white dress.

Apocalypse tries to ignore her as she casually flits around the room, but his frustration grows as he grumbles.

APOCALYPSE: “May I help you?”

SOFIA: “I am bored. I wish to train.”

APOCALYPSE: “I am meditating. Challenge Famine.”

SOFIA: “I don’t want to train with Famine.”

Apocalypse lets out a deep sigh, making Sofia giggle.

APOCALYPSE: “Do you know why I am meditating?”

SOFIA: “I once made a video about how it is good for your skin. But I doubt that is what this is.”

Apocalypse explains that he is attempting to heal his internal injuries, and regain some of his lost strength.

APOCALYPSE: “In my current condition, I estimate myself to possess strength similar to that of my original Horsemen. Tolerable, but not ideal.”

SOFIA, face filling with guilt: “Oh. I see.” Sofia sits down on the bed. “I won’t bother you then.”

Apocalypse returns to his meditation. But although the room is silent, Sofia’s thoughts aren’t.

APOCALYPSE: “What?”

SOFIA, exploding out of her seat: “You know what! It’s my fault you’re like this! You’re this injured and weakened because I wasn’t strong enough on my own.” Sofia shakes with guilt. “If you had never met me, no one, not the X-Men, not humanity, would have stood any chance of stopping you from achieving our dream.”

Apocalypse takes a few moments to respond.

APOCALYPSE: “Yes.”

SOFIA: “Yes?! And?!”

APOCALYPSE: “And I enjoy your company more than any I have had for the past century, so I do not regret my choice. I have faced 4,000 years of set-backs. This is just another.”

SOFIA, with a pained smile: “You really aren’t upset?”

APOCALYPSE: “I am. But I am not going to blame you for matters outside your control. I am your father, not the worm who gave you your first life.” He pauses to admire Sofia as her smile warms up. “Do you doubt that we are strong enough to destroy all who stand against us?”

SOFIA, shaking her head: “No. I do not.”

APOCALYPSE: “Then there are no problems.”

Apocalypse attempts once more to meditate, only to be hit with a burst of fire from behind, knocking him back.

He glares at Sofia as she smirks at him.

SOFIA: “I know that we are strong enough to defeat anyone. But I believe your full current strength should be tested. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Apocalypse momentarily looks pissed, before laughing and smiling at her.

APOCALYPSE: “You are so strange.”

The camera pans out, moving out of the bedroom. War laughs and screams as the sounds of their fight are heard.

In the present, Sofia has an answer for Sooraya.

SOFIA: “No. I have no regrets.”

Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto arrive back in the school, dramatically entering the foyer. Kitty lets Emma know telepathically that everyone’s together in the Mission Room.

As the three headmasters make their way there, Pixie and Blindfold take notice of them.

MEGAN, blowing up obnoxiously large bubbles with her bubblegum: “What are they in such a hurry for?”

RUTH: “I believe the time has come for this semester’s battle between the X-Men and those who seek to damn us all.”

MEGAN: “Uh, what do you mean, “this semester’s, Blindy”?”

RUTH: “Please don’t talk to me.”

Scott, Emma, and Erik arrive in the Mission Room, where they find Kitty, Magik, Dani, Warpath, Cannonball, Karma, and Wolfsbane all waiting.

SCOTT: “Alright, X-Men. Listen up. We know where the Horsemen are. And it’s time we–”

Sam interrupts Scott, apologizing, but wondering where Sunspot is.

EMMA: “We gave Roberto a choice regarding his future on this team. From the fact he is currently blocking out my telepathy, it appears he’s made his decision. Understood?”

None of the New Mutants look happy about whatever went on, but now’s not the time to dwell.

“Let’s get to the battle plan.”

Scott turns, and is surprised to see one more face: Iceman.

ICEMAN, shaking Cyclops’ hand: “Heard we were finally doing this.”

SCOTT, barely smiling: “Glad you’re here. Sit down.”

The headmasters fill in everyone on what they know. The Horsemen’s base is located directly underneath their previous one. They know what to expect from Lady Akabba, Exodus, Malice, and Akihiro by now. The wins the Horsemen have scored against them were thanks to their surprises, but there shouldn’t be any more of those. Still, don’t forget that there are still no doubt other villains they’ve faced in the past working for them.

SCOTT: “They have our kids. Every one of our X-Men in Training has been taken.” Dani is clearly pissed. “They have Logan, Storm, and Colossus.” Kitty is enraged. “And they have Scarlet Witch. I don’t know what they’ve been waiting for, but if we don’t act now, they will use her to rewrite everything.” Erik shuts his eyes.

SCOTT: “Dani, these are your students, and I know you’ve been wanting this. Welcome to the X-Men.”

Dani nods affirmatively. Magik pats her on the back.

SCOTT: “Kitty, Magik, you’re obviously with us. The rest of you are staying here.”

This comment causes an uproar among the others, who all want to fight, but Magneto orders them all to settle down and behave like adults.

ERIK: “Even if some of you barely are ones.”

Rahne growls at him.

Bobby demands to know what Scott’s doing.

BOBBY: “I come back out here, I’m the biggest gun you’ve got, and Warren and Brian need me to get justice for them, and you’re benching me?!”

Scott tells him that it’s because he’s their biggest gun that he can’t come with them. Look they already have, now look who he’s taking.

SCOTT: “If you come with us and we fail, there’s no one left who’s capable of stopping them.” He puts a hand on Iceman’s shoulder. “If we go down, it’s up to you. Got it?”

Bobby doesn’t like it, but he gets it and agrees.

EMMA: “Our hypothetical back-up squad will also require a leader.” She turns her head. “James. Ideally we won’t give you the chance to, but don’t let us down.”

Warpath is more than a little surprised they picked him over Bobby or Sam.

MAGNETO: “Don’t be. You’ve earned it.”

WARPATH, proudly nodding: “You’ve got it.”

CYCLOPS: “Okay then. To me, my X-Men!”

Kitty, Magik, and Dani gather around the three headmasters, with Magik teleporting the six of them away in a stepping disc.

Underground, Akihiro stalks through the cells, cleaning Julian’s blood off his hands.

“Death!”

Akihiro raises an eyebrow at the sound of who’s calling his name. He turns to find Dust walking him from behind.

AKIHIRO, dismissively: “Something I can help you with?”

He doesn’t even pay attention to her, turning his attention to cleaning himself off.

SOORAYA, put off: “I am friends with your “lady”. Should you not be more respectful?”

Aki laughs and looks up at her.

AKIHIRO: “You’re bold. Stupid, but bold. How can I help you, Dust?”

Sooraya is momentarily distracted by the blood on Akihiro’s hands before she answers.

SOORAYA: “I am about to leave to visit my mother in the hospital. Before I left, I wanted to thank you.”

AKIHIRO: “For what?”

SOORAYA: “You found Leper Queen. If you hadn’t been able to do that so quickly, Laura and I would be dead right now. So…thank you for saving our lives.”

The concept of being thanked for actually preventing death is one that’s clearly foreign to Akihiro from the look on his face, but she shakes it off.

AKIHIRO: “It was Lady Akabba’s will, so it was done.”

DUST: “You mean you do not care if Laura dies? I doubt that.”

AKIHIRO: “It’s not up to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to go see who’s definitely going to die.”

Aki turns around to go see Logan, but…

DUST: “I want to speak to Storm before I go.”

AKIHIRO, still walking away: “Unless War gave you permission, that’s not happening.”

DUST: “Did she give you permission to torture her king?”

That stops Akihiro in his tracks.

AKIHIRO: “How did you…”

He trails off as all the sand particles on the floor hover into the air.

SOORAYA: “We are in the desert, Death. There is nothing here I cannot see, and nothing I cannot hear.”

Akihiro resumes walking after a moment.

AKIHIRO: “You get two minutes. But I promise, if this is a trick, it won’t matter to me who your friends are.”

Dust finnesses some of the sand particles delicately into Akihiro’s hair.

DUST: “That won’t be a problem. Thank you.”

In the bar, as Jean eats a Phoenix-themed sunday, she tells Sunspot what she needs from him. First, he needs to take the Cuckoos home. These girls have suffered so much and, much as she hates to admit, Scott and Emma are who they need right.

BETO, taking a guess: “And you don’t want to have to explain the situation to them yourself because…that would mean talking to them.”

Jean pops a cherry in her mouth and sucks on it.

JEAN: “The other favor is a little more involved, and I’ll understand if you aren’t up to it?”

BETO AND JEAN (who knows exactly what Beto will say): “Roberto Da Costa is up for anything.”

Beto glares at her. Jean looks back warmly, telling him there’s no point with the bravado around her. He can relax.

BETO: “Not something I’ve been good at since hitting puberty, I’m afraid.”

JEAN, leaning in and resting her hand on Beto’s arm: “I need you…to keep doing what you’re doing.” Beto raises an eyebrow. “For me.”

Beto doesn’t understand. Jean explains that she completely shares his fears over Cyclops and Emma screwing everything up for both Mutantkind and humanity and, at this stage, she has just as little confidence in Magneto.

JEAN: “Maybe even less.”

Jean knows he’s been building his own operation, with the help of some of his old friends, and some old enemies. All for the purpose of protecting Mutants, should the X-Men fail.

JEAN: “Skimming your mind, it’s a solid plan. But wouldn’t it be so much better if, instead of just a contingency plan for after the fact, you had a way to actually stop them?”

ROBERTO: “I’m listening.”

Jean finishes her sunday by abrosbing it into herself, as he levitates herself, and levitates Beto onto his feet.

Energy swirls around Jean, shaking the ground and making the lights flicker, as she groans in mild pain. She pants as she completes her task, releasing a tall, flaming crystal from her pointer finger, with it sitting on her finger delicately on its tip.

PHOENIX: “This is a Phoenix Shard. It is a piece of my essence. Cute, isn’t it?”

ROBERTO: “You’re giving me a piece of you?”

PHOENIX: “No. I’m going to implant it in your heart.”

Jean explains that once this is inside him, he will no longer be among the weakest X-Men. He won’t be among the strongest either, but he will be able to hold his own. It will bring out his full potential.

JEAN: “And, just once, when the time comes that the X-Men must be stopped in their tracks from making a grave error, it will give you the ability to fufill any singular miracle necessary to stop them. It will then burn out after that use, and all the power will slip away, And, if you use it for selfish or malicious reasons, thinking you can go behind my back, it will also incinerate your heart.”

Beto looks into the Phoenix Shard, captivated by how free the flames dance within their confined space. He takes a moment to think.

BETO, standing tall and popping his collar: “It would have been nice working more with you, Jean Grey.”

JEAN, grinning: “Is that a yes?”

BETO, nodding: “Yes It is.”

JEAN; “Good. And don’t worry. We will work together again.”

Jean raises her finger, the crystal not moving or falling as she does so. She slowly sticks it inside Roberto’s chest, making him scream, and lighting up the bar.

Cyclops, Emma, Magneto, Kitty, Magik, and Dani appear in the desert via stepping disc. They’re ready for battle, with Scott already having a blast ready to fire, Emma in her diamond form, and Magik and Dani with their weapons drawn.

CYCLOPS: “Stay alert, X-Men. Emma, can Kitty phase us here, or do we need to move?”

Before Emma can answer, a furious wind blows sand all around the X-Men, and into their faces. As everyone coughs, Kitty grabs onto them to phase them through the sandstorm. Emma and Magneto don’t wait any longer to use telekinesis and magnetism to clear the storm.

When the sandstorm is cleared, the X-Men turn their attention to the highly-visible figure responsible for it. Dressed in her full armor, Lady Akabba stands before them.

WAR: “X-Men. I am glad you are here. Claiming victory while you still stand would have felt wrong.”

Dani doesn’t hesitate to fire a spirit arrow at War’s head, but Lady Akabba casually draws her sword and deflects it in the same motion. Dani’s eyes are wet and intense.

LADY AKABBA: “I see we are getting straight to the point then.”

DANI: “You murdered two of our students. You aren’t walking away from this.”

BEAT

LADY AKABBA: “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, Ms. Moonstar. As I am the only reason Selene didn’t snap you like a twig, I believe gratitude is in order.”

DANI: “What the Hell are you talking about?”

Before War can answer, Cyclops fires a mid-level blast at Lady Akabba, which she flies into the air to avoid.

SCOTT: “We know you aren’t how you present yourself. We know you’re just the latest kid Apocalypse brainwashed, just with a god complex. You can’t fight all of us. Call out your Horsemen, or surrender.”

BEAT

Lady Akabba laughs. She laughs more and more, as her voice fluctuates between her natural one and her modulated one.

LADY AKABBA: “Oh, Mr. Summers. How is it you can have plans and contingencies for everything…” War reaches behind her head and undoes the clasps of her helmet. She takes it off and shakes her glossy brown hair, revealing herself as Sofia. “And yet you couldn’t see what was right in front of you?”

Scott, Emma, Kitty, and Magik are all shocked. Dani pulls her hands to her mouth, tears escaping her eyes, horrified.

Magik is the first to get over her shock, charging up mystical energy in her hand as she roars.

SOFIA, smirking: “Emma, take them out.”

The psychic command implanted in Emma’s mind back at the beach activates, forcing her to comply. She psy-blasts the other X-Men without restraint, before collapsing. Illyana and Dani are knocked out by the blasts, but Magneto is protected by his helmet, and while Cyclops and Kitty are forced to their knees, their red triangles are strong enough to keep them awake.

Cyclops fires a much larger blast than before at Sofia, which she meets in mid-aid with a wave of flames.

SCOTT: “Magneto, take her down!”

Erik nods. And then knocks out Kitty with a magnetic blast.

SCOTT: “What?!”

Magneto then knocks out Cyclops as well.

Sofia giggles as Magneto hangs his head in shame, removes his helmet, and kneels.

LADY AKABBA: “Well done, Magneto.” She lands right in front of him. “You have no idea how good it feels to have you at my feet.”

ERIK, cringing: “The X-Men are defeated. My life is forfeit. And in exchange…”

SOFIA: “Your children may have a bumpy ride getting there, but they will all survive into my new world.”

As Erik struggles with what he’s done, Lady Akabba backhands him to knock him out.

We flash back to months ago to a rarely seen mansion, where Walter Barrett is annoyed, as he’s forced to get dressed in the middle of the night, and return to the office to take care of something.

WALTER: “Derek, get the card ready! We need to be there fast. These damn, incompotent…”

Walter trails off as he’s startled, entering the foyer of his home, to find Sofia, dressed in normal clothes, but with her new sword on her waist, and her blue skin visible.

SOFIA: “Hello, Walter.”

WALTER: “Sofia?! What is the meaning of this?! You nearly gave me a damn heart attack!”

SOFIA, grinning and floating up to him: “I am sorry.”

WALTER: “If you’re here to take me up on my offer, you’re far too late. Especially if that new pigment of yours is permanent.”

SOFIA, shaking her head: “I am not here for your home or money.” Sofia blows him away, forcing him against the wall. He tries to scream, but she prevents the sound of his voice from traveing anywhere. “I already have more than you could ever offer.”

Walter, terrified and whimpering, asks what she’s doing. She can’t just come in here and murder him.

SOFIA: “I studied English more recently than you. Murder is also known as homocide because it is the killing of someone by another of their kind. That is not what is happening here.” Walter screams as she slashes his face with the air. “This is the beginning of an extermination. And I cannot think of anywhere better to start.”

Walter pleads and begs for his life, clearly amusing Sofia, and each time he tries to call for help, Sofia crushes the soundwaves in mid-air.

SOFIA: “Think of what you could have had if you weren’t such a worthless worm. My mother. Me. And all of this to enjoy with us in a long, happy life. Instead, you will die here, surrounded by your riches, alone and unloved by anyone.” She grips his throat and chokes him. “I am not your daughter. But if there is anything you have ever wanted to tell me, say it now.”

As Walter’s face weakens, it seems like he may actually have some heartfelt final words. Instead…

WALTER: “Yes. I should never have fucked that damn who–!”

Sofia squeezes her hand, and pops Walter’s head off.

Sofia is shaken by the act, freezing up for a moment, and looking at the blood all over her. This took more out of her than expected.

“Sofia?”

In a daze, and with her instincts kicking in, Sofia spins around, swinging her sword. Only to realize in horror that she just sliced through Derek ‘s chest.

SOFIA, as Derek falls over: “No.”

DEREK, on the floor and bleeding out, reaching out a hand: “Sofia…please help me.”

Sofia institucally moves to take his hand, but stops herself as she catches her reflection in her sword. She steels herself as she pulls her hand back and stands tall.

SOFIA: “I almost forgot myself. How weak of me. To almost value the life of a man so worthless he devotes it to a man he hates.” She points her palm down at him. “Thank you for taking care of Sofia. But that service is no longer needed.”

We cut away as Sofia releases her flames.

In the present, Surge finally wakes up, seated at the dining room table in Clan Akabba’s face.

NORI: “What the Hell was that…nightmare?”

Cessily and Roxy wake up as well, neither remembering how they got here.

And Julian and Laura are each woken up a second time, as they all find themselves sitting around the same table, and with the same hostess.

Lady Akabba, in an evening gown, sits at the head of a table, a lavish meal spread across the table, and Dust stood behind her lady.

LADY AKABBA: “I know you all must be very confused, my friends. But fear not. I will show you all the way.”

As Surge, Mercury, and Bling! are all in shock, Laura is pissed, and Julian is heartbroken. Elsewhere in the base, Akihiro is waking up Logan, Exodus and Malice are torturing Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, Storm, Colossus, Dani, Kitty, and Magik are locked up, guarded by Greycrow and Riptide, and Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto are chained to the walls of Lady Akabba’s throneroom.

With victory at hand, Sofia ttriumphantly takes a sip of wine.

TO BE CONTINUED…

#New X-Men: The Animated Series #New X-Men #Academy X #Scott Summers #Emma Frost #Magneto #Kitty Pryde #Roberto Da Costa #Illyana Rasputin #Laura kinney #Sofia Mantega #Julian Keller #Noriko Ashida #sooraya qadir #cessily kincaid #Roxanne washington #The Stepford Cuckoos

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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES: SEASON 3, EPISODE 11

We open at a political rally in Washington Square Park, which has drawn a massive crowd. The people in the crowd are volatile, and holding anti-Mutant signs. The press are also here, and a stage is set up.

The microphone on the stage is tapped to test it as a man begins speaking, thanking everyone for coming, and asks them to please settle down. It’s revealed that he’s a briefly seen figure from earlier in the series: Graydon Creed.

Creed thanks everyone for coming, and says that while he understands these people’s anger completely, they must be civil. They’re not animals - not like Mutants. Graydon speaks about the rising Mutant threat. Attacks on Paris, riots at the school that’s supposed to keep these freaks contained, why, he’s even heard from some friends in Washington that multiple government bases have been destroyed by Mutants over the last several months!

And yet, of the hundreds of bills moving through state legislatures to curtail these threats to all hard-working humans, those same friends in Washington are unwilling to take action nationally. And the good people of America deserve better. They deserve someone who will take action!

As he talks, men in suits pass out yellow armbands with “FOH” written on them to the crowd.

GRAYDON: “For the past two years, I have proudly served as a Represenative for the state of New York. But no matter how great the odds may be against me, I can not sit back and tolerate this political disgrace any longer.”

A hologram appears behind Graydon of his “FOH” logo.

GRAYDON: “Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor to abandon the Republican party, and to welcome you all to the only political faction that can guaruntee mankind’s future. One that will find a solution to the Mutant problem once and for all! I proudly announced my candidacy for President of the these United States, and welcome you all…” BEAT. “To the Friends of Humanity!”

The crowd all eagerly slip on their armbands and cheer Graydon’s name. Graydon happily soaks up the worship.

In a bakery, a red-headed woman in a casual yellow dress stands in line, cake in hand. As she nears the front of the line, she’s approached by a smug Pietro.

PIETRO: “That doesn’t look too appetizing.”

WOMAN, acting confused and annoyed: “Huh?”

PIETRO: “That cake is from the fridge. How long ago do you think that was made?”

WOMAN: “Do you normally go up to women and insult their confectionery purchases?”

PIETRO: “Only when they’re as stunning and deserving of better as you.”

WOMAN: “Ooooh, I see. You think you’re some kind of smooth talker. Some rich guy who thinks he can sweep me off my poor feet? I know your type.”

PIETRO: “I’m sure you do. Interested?”

The woman pushes Pietro back, getting out of line.

WOMAN: “I have less than zero interest in getting with some self-absorbed pretty boy who thinks the world of himself. I prefer my men…down to Earth.”

PIETRO, shrugging: “Just as well. I’m married. My wife would kill me if she saw this.”

WOMAN, smirking: “Oh…I don’t know about that.”

Pietro smirks back and the two kiss. The people behind the counter, as well as those in line, are a little befuddled.

PIETRO: “I’ve missed you, Crystal.”

A campaign ad for Graydon plays on a TV, narrated by him. It discusses how Mutants are not only the greatest threat to America, but the world, and no matter what differences they hold, all humans must stand together against them (he says over a clip of conventionally attractive non-white and queer people wearing FOH armbands). He mentions how he is the son of two of the most evil Mutants of all, Sabretooth and Mystique, which is why he knows how monstrous these creatures are by nature better than anyone. But it’s also why he knows how to fight them. And that’s what he’ll do as the next president of the United States.

GRAYDON: “I’m Graydon Creed, and I approve this message.”

The tv in the headmasters’ office is turned off.

SCOTT: “I liked him better when he was just trying to kill me with a spear.”

Scott is seated at his desk, with Emma at his side, while Magneto stands on the other side of the desk, along with a well-dressed and well-presented thin black woman who looks just a little familiar. A binder sits on the desk.

STEVIE HUNTER: “This starts airing in 48 hours. The notes there are what my people were able to scrounge up about his campaign.”

EMMA, mockingly: “Your people?”

STEVIE, not interested in banter: “Interns.”

SCOTT, flipping through the notes, weirdly enthusiastic: “The kids did a good job organizing these.”

STEVIE, genuine but amused: “I remembered how you liked your binders.”

ERIK, in a huff: “Graydon timed this. He made the switch from would-be hunter to politician years ago. He’s only taking this step now because of our failures.”

The metal in the room starts shaking, until Emma calm’s Erik’s mind.

STEVIE: “Riiight, if you guys are gonna kill him, please do not make me an accessory.”

SCOTT, standing up with a smile: “We’re not going to kill him.” Scott shakes her hand. “Thank you for this, Stevie.”

STEVIE: “Anything for you guys. Never forget where you come from.” Looking straight at Emma for a little banter: “No matter how weird things get there.”

Emma, trying to play it as cool as Stevie did, scoffs dismissively.

ERIK, approaching Stevie: “I apologize for my outburst, Congresswoman Hunter. As always, you are a credit to your species.”

STEVIE: “Thank you, Erik. I’ll remember you said that the next time you go crazy and try to kill us all.” Erik is left gagged. “Don’t be afraid to call my office, Scott.”

SCOTT: “Of course.”

As Stevie departs, Scott and Emma both laugh at Erik, Emma falling onto Scott’s lap.

ERIK, trying to not be embarrassed: “Oh, please. She could have just as easily said something similar about you.”

EMMA: “But she didn’t.”

Erik grumbles, as Emma snickers.

SCOTT, putting his arms around Emma: “Okay, okay. So. How do we kill Graydon?”

At the grocery store, Sooraya is helping her mother do some shopping. Mirah and Sooraya are jubilant following Ramadan, feeling renewed and refreshed. And also very, very hungry as they’ve been fasting.

The two speaking in Arabic, Mirah admits that while the last year for her has been one miracle after another, following years of pain, so much of it has been strange and foreign to her. This helped her get back in touch with what really matters.

Sooraya smiles at her mom, happy to see her so happy. She then briefly flashes back to the end of the previous episode, and the voice speaking to her.

SOORAYA, in the present, in Arabic: “I feel the same way. I love my friends, but…I had missed this.”

Mirah hesitates to respond, which concerns Sooraya. Mirah tells her she didn’t want to do anything rash after the tragedy at the school, but she was wondering if, after this semester, Sooraya might not like to complete her final year of school somewhere else. Somewhere safer.

Sooraya is upset and confused by this. Her mother was the one who told her that she had to say at the school, that it was where she was meant to be with the gifts she was given. Mirah sighs and says she knows, but she knows her “Dust” is powerful enough to defeat any villain she faces. But her little girl deserves to be safe in her own bed.

Soo understands her fears, but she and her friends are stronger together. She cannot abandon them. And “Dust” is still needed to defeat the enemies who have been tormenting them.

At the checkout, Mirah notices Sooraya becoming solemn over the discussion. To lighten things up…

MIRAH: “You said that one of the “Horsemen” was a Crusader, didn’t you?” Soo nods. “Well then…we can delay this conversation until you have separated his skin from his flesh.”

Sooraya giggles. That sounds fine.

As the two exit the store, Sooraya says if her mother did wish to pull her out of the Jean Grey School, she would obey, but wonders if she could transfer to a school in Jersey. Mirah teases her, saying she thought she didn’t enjoy the date she set her up on.

SOORAYA, amused: “It’s not that. It’s–”

MIRAH: “If you’d like another date with that nice young man, you only have to–”

Mirah stops talking part-way through her sentence, confusing Sooraya.

SOORAYA: “Mother?”

Mirah coughs up blood, as Sooraya’s eyes widen in horror; she’s been shot through the stomach.

Mirah falls over onto the ground, as Sooraya screams. She immediately uses her powers to put pressure on the wound, calling desperately for someone to help.

SOORAYA, tearing up: “No, no no.” BEAT. “Somebody! Please!”

Back at the school, Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto are working out their plan to take out Creed. They quickly agree on two things.

First, this stays between them. This is not an X-Men mission, nor will the X-Men ever be used to carry out assasinations. Creed just has too much potential to spread chaos in this climate, and has to be neurtralized, so they’ll bear the splatter of his blood themselves.

CYCLOPS: “Of course Magik wouldn’t mind helping, but I don’t want to encourage her.”

The second point is that this has to be quiet. Obviously all of them could physically kill Creed, but if it got out that they did so, that’s it, they’re done, humanity’s war on Mutants stops being cold. Even if he didn’t have mental defenses, something as easy to disguise as Emma’s telepathy could still be tracked back to them.

MAGNETO: “With civilian casualties out of the question, a large-scale “accident” cannot be initiated either.”

EMMA: “It doesn’t leave us with very many options.” Emma gets off of Scott. ‘Don’t say anything else. He’s deep in thought.”

ERIK: “Would you care to fill me in?”

EMMA: “I’m not in his head. That’s just his planning brow.”

ERIK: “You can actually tell when he’s–?”

SCOTT: “I’ve got it.” Emma gestures to him proudly. “The last time the X-Men fought Graydon, neither of you was much better than him. “He never worked directly with either of you, but he did team up with some of our other enemies. Human and Mutant alike.”

EMMA: “Where are you going with this?”

Scott smirks.

SCOTT: “If we can’t assasinate Creed using our powers, then we do it the way baselines do. One of us needs to get close enough to poison him, and make it look like any one of the other people he has bad blood with are responsible. Creed would never let his guard down around, “Magneto, Master of Magnet”--”

ERIK, embarrassed, but threatening: “I called myself that one time, Summers.”

SCOTT: “And we’re all still laughing. Point is, he’d never trust you.”

EMMA, seeing where this is going: “But The White Queen who helped fund the second generation of Sentinels….”

Scott nods. If Emma doesn’t like the plan, they can think of something else.

SCOTT: “But I know how you enjoy outplaying small men.”

Emma takes a moment to think it over.

Emma sighs.

EMMA: “Let me go make some calls and put on some gloves. I refuse to greet that cretin bare-handed.”

At a hospital, Mirah is rushed inside from an ambulence, with Sooraya running along with the medical workers, tearfully calling out to her mother, until she’s told she can’t go any further, and she has to let the doctors work.

Sooraya, extremely emotional, nearly snaps at the nurse telling her this, her hands turning to sand, but…

“Sooraya!”

Soo solidifies and is calmed down by the arrival of her friends, save Laura. Cessily runs right up to her and tightly hugs her.

CESSILY: “She’s going to be okay. After everything she’s been through, this isn’t gonna be the end, alright?”

Sooraya weakly nods as she hugs her friend back.

Nori questions what even happened, all Soo having said in her message was that her mother was shot. As Dust pulls back, she tells her she wishes she knew, but she doesn’t have any idea.

DUST: “I understand that there are many who would like to hurt women like us. But this was no act of random violence.”

Julian promises her they’re gonna figure this out, and they’ll make whoever did this wish they were never born. Roxy comes in from a softer angle, asking her if there’s anything she needs right now.

Sooraya wipes her tears and asks the two speedsters if they could get her some of her things from her room. The EMTs weren’t sure how long she’d be in surgery. She definitely needs her prayer rug. And some snacks.

JULIAN: “One dried fruit and nut bowl coming right up.”

NORIKO: “We’ve got you.”

Soo weakly smiles as thanks her friends, before the two speed off.

Sofia steps forward.

SOFIA, emotional: “Sooraya, I…I am so sorry you have to go through this. I have thought for years that there is nothing worse than the pain of losing a parent. But the fear you must feel must be even worse.”

Sooraya sniffles, but shakes her head. She will be okay. They both will. Allah would not have brought them back together, just to separate them again. Sofia tells her to hold onto that hope tightly.

SOFIA: “I can’t move as fast as Surge and Hellion, but if you’d like, I CAN try and listen for any updates from the operating room.”

Sooraya would appreciate that, so Sofia gives her a hug and tells her she’ll get right on it. As Sofia walks away, Cessily and Roxy help Soo to find seats in the waiting area.

Once she’s out of sight from her friends, Sofia’s face hardens.

In Clan Akkaba’s headquarters, Akihiro is continuing to train Laura. He’s still largely kicking her around, but they’ve become much more of an even match.

AKIHIRO, stomping down on her on the ground: “Better. Much better. But you’re still fighting like the X-Men taught you. If you’re gonna keep calling yourself a weapon, you should at least fight like one.”

Death tells her to go again as he takes his boot off of her, before his phone rings. He tells Laura to grab some water while he takes this.

AKI, answering the phone: “My lady.”

SOFIA, in voice over: “Tell me this wasn’t us.”

AKIHIRO, unsure what she’s talking about: “Only operation we have planned for today is Quicksilver. Did something else happen?”

Without the conversation being heard, Akihiro reacts as he’s told what happened, and given orders, confirming that he understands. Death hangs up.

AKIHIRO: “Class for today is over, “Sis”. That was the boss. I’ve got someone to find. And you’ve got somewhere you need to be.”

Laura is confused and worried.

In central park, Pietro has a picnic with Crystal, wine and the store bought cake included. They romantically feed each other bites of the cake, using purple prose to describe its adequacy. Pietro thinks they could use something a bit more refined to wash it down and moves up to pop open the wine. Crystal tells him to be careful he doesn’t spray them, which Pietro, moving too quickly, proceeds to do.

Crystal screeches, which makes Pietro laugh, before he apologizes and waves his hands to dry them both off.

CRYSTAL: “Idiot.”

PIETRO: “Perhaps, but you married me. So what does that make you?”

CRYSTAL: “At the time? 22.”

Crystal sighs happily and lays her head down on Pietro’s lap as he pours them each a glass of wine.

CRYSTAL: “I wish he could do this every day.”

PIETRO: “The price we pay living world’s apart. How are things on the blue side of the moon?”

CRYSTAL: “I’m the wrong girl to ask. I try to spend as little time in Attilan as I can.”

PIETRO, teasing as he hands Crystal her wine: “I’m sure the king and queen just love that.”

CRYSTAL: “My sister and brother-in-law should be grateful. If it wasn’t for everything they had to offer Luna, they wouldn’t even have their princess to show off on special occasions.”

Pietro’s expression becomes more sincere as he holds Crystal’s hand.

PIETRO: “May I see her?”

CRYSTAL: “Of course.”

Pietro grabs Crystal’s phone and turns on it, revealing her lockscreen: a nine-month old baby girl. Pietro’s heart melts as Crystal sits up and puts her arms around him from behind.

PiETRO: “She’s beautiful.”

CRYSTAL: “She is. I wish you could have been there when she was born. I’ll never forgive Medusa.”

PIETRO: “Can…can I meet her?”

CRYSTAL: “I’ve got a little apartment in Brooklyn. She’s there with a sitter right now.”

Pietro’s eyes widen with excitement. Before anything else can be said however, as a powerful wind blows away their picnic, and a blast of green energy knocks down a tree. As everyone else in the park flees, Pietro and Crystal leap to their feet.

MALICE, flying down: “We honestly didn’t mean to time it like this, but frankly, Pietro? Keeping you from ever seeing your daughter sounds delicious.”

CRYSTAL: “Lorna?”

PIETRO, enraged, changing into his costume at super speed: “No. Not even close.”

In an office building floor, the Friends of Humanity are already hard at work, with dozens of employees making cold calls for the organization, designing merchandise, or completing other assignments.

Graydon works in his corner office, until his secretary informs him that “the mutant” is here. Graydon tells him not to be so dismissive of this one.

GRAYDON: “Ms. Frost is one of the good ones. At least, she used to be.”

Emma enters the office, much to the disgust of the people working there, where she’s greeted by Graydon, wearing a perfect politician’s smile.

GRAYDON: “Emma, I am so happy you called.”

EMMA: “I’m glad you were able to meet so quickly.”

The two shake hands, Emma indeed having put on gloves.

GRAYDON: “I haven’t been in politics long, but you never give a potential donor like you time to change her mind.”

EMMA: “I highly doubt you have any donors like me.” A man walks up with a power-inhibiting collar. “What is this?”

GRAYDON: “I can understand with how utterly your people have been losing lately wanting to come back to the winning team. It’s not like you ever gave a damn before you made the mistake of growing a heart. But I hope you’ll understand that, given you are still an X-Man, I feel the need to take precautions. Do you?”

Emma is perturbed, and we see in part why, as she’s psychically patched in to Scott and Erik, who are back in their office. Scott tells her to go ahead and do it. He’ll have one of the kids from her telepathy class to patch them back in. He’ll have them leave once they’re sure Emma is secure and before she does anything.

EMMA, putting on her own political smile: “Of course.”

Emma tries to not be embarrassed as she collars herself for Graydon.

GRAYDON: “Perfect. Now we can talk on more equal footing. Right this way.”

Graydon leads Emma toward his office, but swears as two kids run past them both, a young boy with dark black hair and a little blonde girl in a frilly dress chasing after him, with the boy screaming at her to not give him cooties.

EMMA: “Are you running a political campaign or a daycare service?”

GRAYDON, recomposing himself: “I apologize. They’re Carlton Kilgore and Lenore Kensington’s brats. Apparently they were just dying to see what their daddy and mommy were getting involved with. One of my staff was meant to be watching them. Penelope!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

Emma’s practiced smile falters as she hears a familiar voice, and sees an even more familiar face, as Monet comes around a corner, saying she’ll get the kids back in order right away.

GRAYDON, sighing: “It can wait. Penelope Enduque, meet Emma Frost.”

MONET, offering her hand: “It’s an honor, ma’am. I’m a big fan of your old work.”

EMMA, hesitant, shaking her hand: “Charmed.”

In their office, Scott and Erik smack their faces. In his office on the other side of the world, Roberto smacks his own face.

In the hospital, Mirah is in surgery, with several doctors sweating as they work on her. Out in the waiting room, Julian and Noriko have returned and are noshing on snacks they brought over, while Cessily joins Sooraya in prayer on the floor.

Laura burts into the waiting room in a panic, looking for Sooraya.

LAURA: “Soo!”

Dust notices her and, without a word, shifts into sand to fly over to her best friend and hug her.

NORIKO, under her breath: “Took her long enough.”

Roxy and Julian each punch one of her arms.

LAURA: “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

SOORAYA: “I am just glad to have you here now. Will you join Cessily and I in prayer?”

Laura nods without question.

Nearby, Sofia is on the phone again.

AKIHIRO, in voice over: “I’ve got your assassin.”

SOFIA: “Already?”

AKIHIRO: “You gave me the location where the target was hit. Of course I was able to track them from there.”

SOFIA: “I didn’t realize you possessed Warpath’s skills.”

AKIHIRO: “Yeah, well…I may have also asked Exodus for help.”

Sofia is mildly amused. Aki asks her if his lady wants all the heads of the people responsible for this, but Lady Akabba tells him to stand down.

SOFIA: “We can use this.”

As Sofia re-enters the waiting room, Sooraya, back on her mat, cringes.

The same soothing voice from the end of the last episode speaks her name in her head.

Sooraya’s eyes fill with rage as she stands up.

CESSILY: “Everything alright, Soo?”

SOORAYA, quietly furious: “They will be soon. My prayers have been answered. I know who shot my mother.” BEAT. “And I’m going to kill her.”

Everyone else looks at Sooraya with concern.

In Central Park, Pestilence taunts Quicksilver as she touches down on the ground, asking if he hasn’t told his wife about her.

MALICE: “Becuase I know all about you, Princess Crystalia Amaquelin.”

Crystal demands to know what’s going on, with a pissed Pietro explaining at super speed.

CYRSTAL: “And you didn’t tell me about this, why?”

QUICKSILVER: “Sorry, I’ve–”

MALICE: “It’s because he’s got more in common with dear old dad than he’d ever like to admit. Including poor time management. Lorna understands that well.”

QUICKSILVER: “Enough! Your tricks were enough to work once, but not again. Return my sisters to me, and you may survive the day.”

MALICE: “Return them? There’s Magneto’s possesiveness. How do you put up with this, Crystal?”

Quicksilver howls in rage as he rushes Malice, but he collides with her magnetic field and is sent flying.

CRYSTAL: “Pietro!” She turns with fury to Pestillence. “You say you know who I am. If that’s true, and you still made the choice to come for my family…” Crystal’s eyes glow yellow as the earth shakes, a powerful wind blows through the park and lifts her above the ground, fire materalizes and spins around her, and water is ripped out of the grass to do the same. “You must have a death wish.”

The two stare each other down as Pietro speeds back over, the fight about to start.

Back at the hospital, Cessily asks Sooraya what she’s talking about as everyone gathers around, Laura holding Sofia’s hand, showing that Sofia still hasn’t broken up with her.

Dust explains to her friends that, recently, Allah has been speaking to her directly during prayer. She’s known for some time that she was directly chosen by him, but this has been a wondrous, holy experience for her.

DUST, glaring at Nori and Julian: “And I can see from your expressions that you believe I’m being tricked. I promise, I know that this is real.”

SOFIA: “And he told you who shot your mother?”

Sooraya casts her head down.

SOORAYA: “Leper Queen.”

JULIAN: “What?!”

NORI: “Are you serious?!”

Hellion and Surge recall taking Leper Queen down when she attacked the school last year on Parents Day, and question how she could have gotten out of SHIELD’s prison.

Roxy facepalms, being the first to put it together.

ROXY: “Those Akabba creeps we fought were also from SHIELD’s prisons. She must have escaped while Exodus was doing his recruitment drive.”

Sofia’s eyes panic at the realization she IS indirectly responsible for this. Laura squeezes her hand to comfort her.

JULIAN: “Don’t suppose Allah was able to tell you what her problem is and why she shot her.”

SOORAYA: “He did not. But I will find out.”

CESSILY: “Right, so, I totally get wanting to do this yourself. If Julian and Nori beat her once, we can all do it together no problem.” Her face shifts with concern. “But you’re not a murderer.”

SOORAYA, without hesitation: “I have killed before.”

LAURA, letting go of Sofia and approaching Sooraya: “When you had no choice. You still have nightmares about it.”

SOORAYA: “And now my nightmares will be filled with my mother bleeding out on the ground.”

SOFIA: “Laura is right, Soo. Whether or not she deserves death, this is exactly what led Quentin down the path he went.”

Laura turns back to Sofia for a moment with confusion, unsure why her brainwashed friend would be taking her side on this.

Julian and Nori toss in their support with Sofia and Laura, calling back to their experiences at the start of the season

There’s a moment of silence as Sooraya thinks, staring at each of her friends.

DUST: “If you will not help me…then I must do this alone.”

Sooraya burts into millions of sand particles to fly away. Hellion tries to stop her by telekinetically grabbing all of them, but while he catches most, he misses just a few specs of dust, which is all Soo needs to make it outside before reforming her body and flying away.

ROXY: “Oh, this is bad. What do we –?”

Laura, without taking a moment to consult with the others, races out of the hospital.

NORI: “That. We do that. We go after her, and we stop her. Hellion and I will at least. Mercury, Bling!, start calling X-Men, and get everyone you can to come help us. Wind Dancer, I–”

SOFIA: “I will stay here and keep listening for updates on Mirah’s condition. Her survival is more likely to calm Sooraya’s rage than anything else.”

NORI: “Yeah, that works.”

JULIAN: “Alright, let’s get out of…here.”

Cessily wrapps her arms around Julian.

CESSILY: “Please don’t let her do this.”

JULIAN, hugging her back with one arm: “Don’t worry. We’re not losing anyone else.”

Julian shoots a smile at Sofia, who smiles back.

Surge and Hellion race off.

In Graydon’s office, he and Emma sit down to talk business, with Emma knowing all the pretty little words she needs to use to handle him. Her real attention is on Monet, standing behind Graydon, who reaches out to her telepathically.

MONET: “What do you think you’re doing here?”

EMMA: “I imagine the same thing as you, “Penelope”. Shouldn’t you be in school?”

MONET: “I dropped out.”

EMMA, angry and disappointed: “What?!”

MONET: “I’m still completing the work to obtain my degrees, but university itself was a waste of my time.” Still wearing a phony smile, she looks right into Emma’s eyes. “Just like high school now that I think about it.”

EMMA, frustrated: “Whatever resentments you hold toward me, you shouldn’t allow them to affect your education.”

MONET: “My resentments? I do not resent you for getting Everett and Angelo killed, Ms. Frost.” Emma’s fake smile falters just a little. “Or for what you did afterward. You just…mean nothing to me.”

Emma holds back her feelings about this as she returns her attention to Graydon, who wants to know what she’s expecting in exchange for becoming the largest donator to the Friends of Humanity.

GRAYDON: “Obviously you won’t be purged like the rest of your kind, but I know enough about you to understand you want more.”

Emma confirms his assumption. She wants to be involved with the Friends of Humanity directly, as well as leniency for a handful of her students, an assurance that her bank accounts won’t be touched, and a segregated space, similar to Genosha but without the madman in charge…

Erik rolls his eyes as Emma spins her story.

…for any surviving Mutants, including herself, to occupy.

EMMA: “Living among humanity won’t be a good fit for anyone, and you can trust me to keep them in line.”

Graydon hardens his face as he thinks over this carefully. He isn’t given the chance to come to a conclusion on his own.

MONET: “Sir, if I may speak?” Graydon turns to her with a “This better be good” look. “I wouldn’t believe a word out of this Mutant’s mouth.” Emma’s eyes turn livid at M going this far to spite her. “You remember our poker evening with Sunspot last year, don’t you? We’ve both been tricked before.” Monet smiles at Emma. “I really do hope you’ve returned to your senses, Ms. Frost, I looked up to you as a mature role-model when I was very, very young, but the stakes of what we’re attempting here are simply too high to put to chance.”

Before Graydon can speak, Emma jumps in.

EMMA: “Mr. Creed, do you typically allow your nannies to speak for you?” Monet now narrows her eyes at Emma. “However much Ms. Enduque is donating to be a part of this endeavor, I can’t imagine it’s worth being undermined in such disprectul fashion.”

BEAT

Graydon sighs. He didn’t realize these two were so similar (this comment upsetting both Emma and Monet). He’s going to make some calls from people who’s judgement he trusts, requesting Penelope to show Emma around in the meantime.

MONET, smile back on: “Of course.”

Emma and Monet shoot smug glares at each other.

In Central Park, Quicksilver and Crystal’s battle against Pestillence has commenced. Malice blasts at Crystal, but can’t hit her as Pietro is holding her and moving them both around at super speed. Crystal attempts to burn Malice with a wave of fire, but Pestillence protects herself with a shield. Malice attempts to use the metal in the Earth’s surface to swallow Crystal and Quicksilver up, but while it initially works, Crystal’s superior command over the elements frees them with ease.

Seeing that her attacks can’t penetrate Pestillence’s shield, Crystal controls the air molecules around Malice, within her shield, and crushes her with them. Malice screams in agony, prompting her shield to drop, allowing Pietro to leap right in her face and snap his fingers at super speed. The ensuing bang sends Malice flying across the city.

CRYSTAL: “Is there a plan here? Or do we just keep hitting her until she gives in?”

PIETRO: “The Horseman were each gifted an additional Mutation by Apocalypse. That’s what she used to poison Wanda. If we beat her, she loses the artificial X-gene. Apocalypse’s “survival of the fittest” nonsense and all. That may cure her.”

CRYSTAL: “Couldn’t it also leave the effects permanent?”

Pietro, streessed, seethes. Yes, that is possible. But they couldn’t force her to do anything for them without beating her.

CRYSTAL: “We could attempt negotiations. She has to want something, right?”

PIETRO: “What she wants is the extinction of humanity.” We cut away from Pietro and see Malice, where she landed, at an industrial sight. “She’s a monster.”

As Pestillence aches, struggling to stand, she flashes back.

Several years ago in Yorkshire, a fifteen year-old Alice MacAllister, dressed in a school uniform, with several facial and body piercings and punkish accessories, attends a protest against a law being put into effect prohibiting Mutants with visible Mutants from showing themselves in public.

Alice holds a sign, and joins in with the rest of the crowd’s chants. An older man with a slight facial Mutation tells her he’s not about to complain about anyone joining in to help the cause, but questions based on her outfit if she shouldn’t be somewhere else right now.

ALICE: “It’s fine, sir. School is nothing but state propaganda designed to control us. If it were actually meant to teach us anything, we wouldn’t waste so much time on fluff we’ll never need to know. It’s indoctrination, plain and simple. This? This is what’s real. This is where I can learn.”

MUTANT, putting his hands up: “Intense, but okay. Your life. Hope you don’t get in any trouble.”

ALICE: “Pssh. It’ll be fine.”

We hard cut to Alice being slapped by her mother later that evening as she’s berated for skipping school.

MOM: “You’ve made clear you don’t care about yourself with how you’ve mutilated your body, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care about your future!”

ALICE: “The only way I have a future is if things change! If your generation keeps destroying the climate and building death robots to hunt innocent people–”

MOM, dismissively: “My generation?”

ALICE: “Yes! Literally yes!”

Alice’s mom sighs. She gets it. This is how all teenagers are. But one day, she’s going to wake up and think just like her. The fire will die out, she’s going to become “boring”, and when she does, she’ll have wished she worked hard enough to have achieved a comfortable life.

MOM: “I want better for you than I have, dear.”

ALICE: “So I’m just supposed to turn a blind eye? How can I study maths when people are being genocided?”

MOM: “Do not use that language. That is not what’s happening. Besides…” She places a hand on her daughter’s face. “They’re just Mutants.”

“What’s this about Mutants?”

Alice and her mother are both taken aback by the sound of a gravelly voice slurring its words.

MOM: “Go to your room. I’ll handle your father.”

Alice breaths and weakly smiles.

ALICE: “Thank you, Mum.”

MOM: “This conversation isn’t finished.”

ALICE, face falling: “Yeah. I know.”

Alice stomps off to her room, bitter.

In the present, we pan across a forest. Men can be heard loudly grunting in unison. Underneath the forest is a bunker, where muscular men in military fatigues, some with actual military tattoos, are running combat drills.

As we pan across the bunker, we see other men undergoing intense workouts and marksmanship training. Still others are studying poisons and traps. And then there are those who are allowing themselves to be slashed by metal claws, blasted with ray guns, and electrocuted.

One man is sparring with an unseen opponent, before said opponent stabs him through the chest with a knife. He falls over.

The camera pans up to reveal Leper Queen.

LEPER QUEEN: “Walk if off. Mutants will do far worse.”

SOLDIER: “Y…yes, ma’am.”

As Leper Queen herself walks away and grabs a towel, a man in uniform approaches her.

OFFICER: “General, we have a problem?”

LEPER QUEEN, unworried, toweling off her sweat: “Did the beast not take the bait?”

OFFICER: “No, ma’am. Just as you calculated, shooting the mother of X-23’s closest friend is drawing her out, and measures are in place to lure her here.”

LEPER: “Then what’s the problem?”

OFFICER: “The daughter.”

In the forest, Dust travels through the thick trees furiously in sand form, inadvertently breaking off bark and knocking down branches.

OFFICER, in voice over: “She’s coming too.”

LAURA: “DUST!”

Sooraya doesn’t stop moving. Laura races across treetops until she can leap down and get in front of her.

LAURA: “I’m not going to stop you.”

Before Dust can collide with Laura, she stops and reforms her body.

DUST: “Then you are going to help me?

Laura nods.

LAURA: “You’ve always understood better than the others. You’re the only one who could. You know what death tastes like.” Laura approaches Soo. “The blood on me is too thick to ever come off. But I can keep you clean.” Laura bares her claws. “I’ll take Leper Queen out, myself.”

Soo needs a moment to think this over, not overly fond of the idea, but she accepts it.

DUST: “Thank you, Laura.” BEAT. “When I look at you, I do not see any blood.”

Laura isn’t sure what to say to that. Nor does she get the chance to figure it out. Laura shoves Sooraya to the ground as a turret fire of tranquelizers into shot into her.

DUST: “Wolverine!”

Dust begins transforming, but she’s hit by and trapped in an electric net. She briefly screams, before passing out.

Back in the city, Monet continues to put on her act touring Emma around the Friends of Humanity’s facilities. As she does so, she telepathically communicates with someone else.

BETO: “So would you like to give me the full story here?”

MONET: “No.”

BETO, getting a manicure in his office: “You mean because telepathic communication at this distance is difficult for you?”

MONET: “Shut up.”

BETO: “Come on, be honest with your boyfriend.”

MONET: “I do not recall giving you permission to use that term.”

BETO: “And I don’t recall asking for it.”

Monet sighs internally, and gives a brief overview. She never liked Emma. From the day she joined Generation X, she hated her. She hated how Emma clearly thought they were alike, and, more than that, she hated every time Emma was proven right.

MONET: “I refused to end up like her.”

BETO: “Not that I’m her biggest fan, but why?” Monet wrinkles her face, being this open extremely difficult. “You know keeping things all bottled up is a very “Emma” move”.

MONET: “Hate you.”

Beto makes kissie noises.

Monet sighs and continues. She went through a lot in the process of joining Generation X (flashes are shown to a fully red, spiky girl in all black running around with Jubilee, Chamber, Husk, Skin and Synch, and fighting against Emplate). And one thing she could never shake was how much pain she was always in, and how constantly angry she was at herself.

And then there were Everett and Angelo’s deaths (a flash is shown to Monet undigging Synch’s corpse out of rubble, crying as she holds it, Jubilee crying at her side, and Chamber beside her hugging Skin’s body tight), and what Emma did afterward (a flash is shown to the four remaining Generation X members watching as Emma vegtablizes Adrian and kills her men, horiffying them).

MONET: “I refuse to spend my life loathing myself as she does. I refuse to fail like her. And I will never do anything less than to practice what I preach.”

Beto exhales as his manicure is finished and he gives a large tip to his manicurist on her way out. As far he’s concerned, she doesn’t need to worry about any of that; he’d expect nothing less from her.

BETO: “But I do understand. My relationship with Magneto has had similar…bumps. Only if you’d like to, we can discuss this more later. For now, let’s stay focused on keeping Emma from ruining our plans.” BEAT. “M? Monet?”

MONET, outloud: *Something that needs to be censored*

In the office, Emma and Monet have been surrounded by guards and put at gunpoint.

In the past, Alice wakes up in her bed. Only, as she rubs her eyes, her spirit leaves her body. It takes Alice a moment to notice what’s happened as she floats over to her mirror, making her scream.

Alice calls out for help from her mom, but there’s no answer. She hyperventilates as she tries to go back in her body, but she can’t.

ALICE: “This can’t be happening.” She stares at herself in the mirror. “What am I?”

Alice calls out for her mom again, rushing for her door. When she can’t touch the doorknob, she whimpers and tries phasing through the door, which she succeeds at. She comes down to the kitchen in tears, her mother cooking and her father reading the news (specifically an unsubtle pastiche of The Daily Mail), and begs for their help, but neither can see or hear her, Alice’s mother just calling out for Alice to come downstairs.

Alice becomes completely hysterical as she drops to her knees, falling through the floor.

In the present, Malice forces herself to stand up as Quicksilver and Crystal arrive at the industrial sight.

QUICKSILVER: “Last chance.”

The injured Malice stares intensely at the two heroes, who glare right back. It seems like she may be nervous, but then she smirks.

MALICE: “Bad luck I landed here.”

Malice surrounds herself back in her forcefield as she flies up, while simultaneously throwing all the metal beams and heavy machinery in the area at the duo. Pietro picks Crystal back up in his arms, and with difficulty and some intricate flips, dodges everything thrown at them.

As a pissed and fearful Malice attempts to throw it all again, Crystal flies out of Quicksilver’s arms to attack Malice head on. Malice keeps Pietro busy, focusing her magnetic assault entirely on him, while growing red eyes on each of her palms to engage Crystal with the power of Pestillence.

Both moving at lightning-fast speeds, Crystal attempts to strike Malice with either her fists, her flames, or her water, while Malice blocks, dodge, and attempts to hit the princess with one of her arrows.

MALICE: “Lord Apocalypse was right about you Inhuman Royals. You’re much stronger than the last few X-Men I’ve fought.”

CRYSTAL: “Tell me something I don’t know.”

MALICE: “Well, okay. But only cause you asked, love”

Malice and Crystal both fall to the ground as their eyes glow, and the metal in the area ceases to charge Quicksilver. He’s confused, before noticing what’s happened to the two women. He speeds over them, unsure of what to do, panic written all over his face.

In her bunker, Leper Queen confidently paces back and forth in front of prison cells. She stops walking in front of one of the cells.

LEPER QUEEN: “I was hoping you would wake up first…” Laura is shown, leaning against a wall, chained and collared. “X-23.”

Laura glares back at Leper Queen silently.

LEPER QUEEN: “What? No reaction? Not even going to ask who I am or what I want?”

BEAT

LAURA: “I have been an X-Man for over a year. No answers you give will make me understand the things humans do.”

Leper Queen assumes Laura is insinuating she’s like those zealots the Purifers, or those absolute fools, the U-Men. She wants to make clear that’s not what this is.

LEPER QUEEN: “If scientists and doctors could hurry up on manufacturing an effective cure for your increasinlgy common disease, the world wouldn’t need a Leper Queen. But since a cure remains out of reach, it falls to me to purge this disease from the Earth.”

Laura rolls her eyes at Leper Queen’s monologuing, and her seeing herself as any different from the others. LQ narrows her eyes.

LEPER QUEEN: “Mock me if you wish. I have the support of our soon to be president. And with him in office, and my Sapien League enacting a purge, Mutantkind’s days are numbered.”

LAURA: “Okay. And how does shooting an innocent, baseline woman help you?”

Leper Queen steps toward the bars of Laura’s cell as she explains that shooting Mirah Qadir was a necessary evil.

LEPER QUEEN: “It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best I could do…with your bitch of a mother already dead.”

Laura growls as she leaps toward the bars, but is restrained by her chains.

Leper Queen laughs as she bangs her fist on the bars. Her face then falls.

LEPER QUEEN: “My daughter was only three years old when she was infected with a Mutation. Burned our house down, and took my face off. But I was still naive enough to believe it was just an unfortunate accident. An isolated incident.” She chokes up. “Then one day I come home. And I find her dead. Body mutilated. Covered in claw marks.”

Laura’s eyes widen in horror as she realizes what this is about.

LEPER QUEEN: “I won’t say her name. You wouldn’t remember. You were just the government’s attack dog after all. The lives you took didn’t mean anything.” BEAT. “You Mutants aren’t just threats to humanity. You’re threats to each other. And then there’s you, specifically, X-23. What I fear most. A corrupt government using your kind as weapons.”

LAURA: “I–”

LEPER QUEEN: “I wanted to make you feel the pain of losing a mother. The only thing that could compare to the pain of losing a daughter. But I had to settle for the mother of your friend. I’m sure she’s in surgery right now, but I promise you, she will not survive.”

Laura is overwhelmed with emotions. Rage, guilt, sadness, helplessness, and more she can’t even describe.

Dust can be heard groaning in the next cell over.

LEPER QUEEN: “Oh good. She’s awake. Let’s tell her who’s fault this all this. Before I make you watch me torture her.”

Laura has no idea what to do as, once again, a friend’s life is in danger because of her.

Back at the hospital waiting room, with Sofia now alone, she’s flipping through her phone, smiling sadly at selfies she forced Apocalypse to take with her, each one with her doing a different face and pose, while he wears the same annoyed expression in every photo.

A nurse enters the waiting room, looking for Sooraya. Sofia approaches her and tells her she’s Sofia’s friend. Sooraya had to go take care of an emergency, and she asked her to give her updates.

SOFIA: “Is Mirah okay?”

The nurse thinks about how to respond.

NURSE: “She’s out of surgery and she’s stable. Any other information I can only give to family. I’m sorry.”

SOFIA, passionately: “I am her family.”

NURSE, looking Sofia up and down, sarcastically: “By marriage I’m guessing?”

Sofia squints her eyes, unamused by the nurse’s joke.

We hard cut to Sofia wandering through the recovery room, looking for Mirah, with the fate of the nurse left up to the audience’s imagination.

Upon finding Mirah, Sofia pulls a piece of Celestial tech out of her pocket, and uses it to scan her.

SOFIA, pissed: “The bullet was poisoned. With something not found in any known database.”

Sofia’s expression softens as she sits down next to the comatose Mirah and takes her hand, as the heart monitor weakly beeps.

SOFIA: “Look at you. So weak and frail. So pathetic.” Sofia rolls her thumb around Mirah’s hand, bones heard cracking as she does so. “I could break you without even thinking about it.” BEAT. “And yet, even with the Hell I endured to become who I am, I do not know that I could stand as tall as you, that I could be a caretaker, after all that you have been through.”

Sofia takes her hand off of her.

SOFIA: “My father and I do not agree on everything. I believe that more humans are fit than he does. I know that my mother was. You, Mirah Qadir, live and you thrive, and you love and support your daughter, even after your years of torment. And rather than fear Dust’s strength, you encourage it. This proves to me that you are fit as well. My world will need humans like you.”

Sofia reaches into her pocket again, pulling out a different piece of Celstial tech.

SOFIA: “And even if you were weak, you mean everything to Sooraya. Pain can make you stronger, but too much at once can shatter anyone.” She looks up. “Conquest and domination are the only ways I can protect the people that are important to me. And that means my friends.”

Sofia places the device on Mirah’s forehead, with it melting into her skin.

Sofia smiles, before getting a text from Akihiro reading, “We have SEVERAL problems.” The look on Sofia’s face turns intense as she gets up and wishes Mirah a swift recovery. As Sofia races off, Mirah’s heartrate increases.

In Graydon’s offices, Emma and Monet are surrounded by armed security guards, as well as a smug Creed.

Trying to stay in character as Penelope, Monet asks Creed what he’s doing, with Emma echoing her confusion.

GRAYDON, folding his hands in front of him: “What is it about women born with silver spoons in their mouths and thinking they’re smarter than everyone else? Although I suppose in your case, Monet St. Croix, I can’t argue that you aren’t.”

MONET, squinting: “I got you the first time.”

GRAYDON: “Sunspot made for an obnoxiously obvious distraction.” Emma’s eyes widen as she becomes livid over this being how she learns who Sunspot’s partner is. “That was well played.”

EMMA, chanelling her real anger into an act: “Sunspot? You’re a Mutant?!”

GRAYDON: “Save it, Ms. Frost. That collar on you is also a remote heart monitor. We’ve got every lie you’ve told here recorded.”

Emma drops her act and glares, questioning what he intends to do with them. She doesn’t doubt his staff has been stacked with filth who wouldn’t flinch as their murders, but assures him that if they’re killed, the X-Men won’t care about the political repurcussions of what comes next.

GRAYDON: “Which is precisely why neither of you will be dying today. I’ve fought Cyclops before. So long as he has hope, he won’t make a move.” “Which is why you two will be taken to a nice little bunker I've set up downstairs. I apologize in advance about the smell. The last Mutant I had taken down there still hasn’t been cleaned up.”

BEAT

MONET: “You clearly think yourself an intelligent man yourself, Mr. Creed. And yet you neglected something simple.”

GRAYDON: “Oh. What’s that?”

MONET: “Me.”

Monet attempts to rush Graydon at super speed, but finds herself moving slowly, tripping over her feet, and getting gut punched and back-handed back into Emma’s arms. Monet immediately pushes Emma away.

GRAYDON: “Just to be safe, I had your water spiked with some Mutation dampening nanites, courtesy of Kilgore Arms. Get them out of here.”

The security guards march the pissed Emma and Monet away.

As they step down the hall, Monet nervously fidgets with her fingers, rubbing the tips together. This gives Emma an idea.

Emma begins tapping her leg with her finger randomly. With all the footsteps, none of the guards hear it. But Monet notices. And once Emma sees she has her attention, the taps become less random and more deliberate.

Monet laughs as quietly as she can.

MONET, tapping her own leg in Morse code: “I bet you’re going to take credit for teaching me Morse code.”

EMMA, in Morse code: “I taught it to all of you.”

MONET: “I already knew the basics. This is your fault. I had things under control.”

EMMA: “You only began drinking water here after I arrived?” Monet pouts in embarrassment. “Now, would you like to hear my plan, or would you prefer to continue to express my worthlessness as a teacher?”

DRAMATIC BEAT

MONET: “Can I not do both?”

Emma rolls her eyes.

Back at the industrial sight, Pietro shakes, unsure of what he should do as Pestillence assaults Crystal’s mind. Malice has left herself completely open to attack, but what if attacking her now causes something to happen to Crystal or Lorna? She wouldn’t have left herself this vulnerable if there wasn’t a trap, right?

Sweat drips down Pietro’s face as he decides he has to take the risk. He has to act!

Pietro vibrates his fist at super speed ready to strike Malice…but he doesn’t.

PIETRO: “But then…”

He flashes back to his impsule attack on Malice in their first encounter that enabled Wanda to get hit.

PIETRO: “Striking first is what cost me before.”

With Quicksilver completely in his own head, he’s caught off guard as Malice slips back into Lorna’s body, and blasts him and Crystal away. Crystal hits her head on a metal beam, knocking her out, but Pietro is able to barely get back up.

MALICE: “Such a dark and twisted mind she has! Do you actually know who you’re married to, hero?”

Quicksilver growls and screams with rage as he attacks, but even at super speed, he isn’t fast enough to hit her before she invades his mind.

We transition directly back into another of Alice’s flashbacks. A woman is in a coffee shop, getting her order, when, as she reaches her arm out to take her drink, her arm falls off. Everyone around her screams in horror. But she has a different response.

ALICE: “Dammit. Not already.”

Alice’s spirit abandons the body in tears, with it crumbling to dust as she leaves it behind.

Alice cries as she flies out into the night sky, as we see she’s wound up in New York. This city is filled with those who don’t wish to deal with the hardships of life anymore and are eager for a painless solution, but the bodies just keep burning up faster and faster!

As she curls up into a ball, and listens to the pain and distress of all those beneath her, a single, powerful mind stands out. One that makes Alice stop crying, and instead pant with hunger.

Alice flies as fast as she can, until reaching the horribly messy apartment of Lorna Dane. She finds Lorna curled up in a ball on her couch, surrounded by half-eaten food and finished bottles of alcohol, and countless tissues.

ALICE: “Why are your screams so much louder? And why do you look familiar?”

Her legs shaking, Alice invades Lorna’s mind. And she gets a slideshow of what she’s been through, including battling against her own father,Magneto, fighting alongside the X-Men, the genocide and destruction of Genosha.

ALICE: “Oh” Alice puts her hand to her heart. “Wow.”

Alice is punched in the back of the head in the white void she’s floating in by a pissed Lorna, who tells whoever this is that messing with her right now is only going to end one way for her.

ALICE: “You have it all wrong! I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help us. Both.”

LORNA, not buying it: “That so?”

Alice explains how her powers work. How she can take over willing bodies, and in doing so, puts their minds to rest and at ease, without killing them. She’s been doing this for a while now since she lost her own body.

ALICE: “But the bodies never last. They always burn out. But yours? You’re strong. Stronger than almost anyone! You’re the bloody daughter of Magneto! If anyone could keep me stable, it’s you.”

Lorna sighs as Alice looks at her with pleading eyes.

LORNA: “How old are you?”

ALICE: “17. 18 soon. Not that it matters much. I don’t think I actually age anymore.”

LORNA, rubbing her forehead: “Right. Okay. Sweetie, I’m gonna give you the address of a nice school that takes care of Mutants, and then you’re gonna leave me the Hell alone. They’ll know how to help you. Kapeesh?”

ALICE, flying up to her: “No! No one can help me, but me. Especially not some posh bloke running a school out of a mansion who’d probably tell me this curse makes me special.”

LORNA: “So you’ve already taken a tour for yourself.”

ALICE: “More than once.”

Alice pleads with Lorna. She can feel just how miserable and angry Lorna is. She knows she doesn’t want to go on. And she doesn’t have to!

ALICE: “I know that I’d been through what you…a whole life of fighting and confusion and pain, only to have to live with the guilt of failing to protect 16 million people from dying horrible deaths…” Alice’s intentionally specific word choice gets to Lorna. “..., and then left all alone, I definitely wouldn’t be able to take it. It’s how I know you’re so strong. I wouldn’t even still be here!”

LORNA, unable to keep up the tough act: “I…”

ALICE: “I promise, Lorna, you’ll be happier! And even if I won’t join the X-Men, I’ll still do what you did, and are clearly in no condition to return to: fighting for Mutants, and keeping them safe. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I can even bum around your family if you want. Be a better daughter and sister than you were. Please.”

Lorna cracks completely under the weight of her depression and Alice’s manipulations. She shuts her eyes as tears stream down her face. We directly fade into Pietro crying, as he’s shown all of this.

We cut from Pietro’s tears to Sooraya’s screams, as Leper Queen electrocutes her. This time, Laura doesn’t both with desperate pleas. She just calls out to Soo to hang in there. She’s going to save her, and she’s going to kill this monster, just as she promised.

LEPER QUEEN, pausing the torture: “Heh. Do you think that’s going to happen, Dust?”

SOORAYA, struggling to speak, in Arabic: “I will tear your flesh from your–”

Leper Queen cuts her off via electrocution.

LEPER QUEEN: “English, Mutant. This is America.”

Sooraya can’t respond as she writhes in pain on the ground.

LEPER QUEEN: “Okay then. Here’s what happens next. We keep at this until I get bored. Then...you get a choice.”

LAURA, not having been monologued to about any choice: “What? Dust, do not listen to a word she says.”

LEPER QUEEN: “Oh I think she’ll want to hear this.” She electrocutes Dust again, prompting more screams from Soo, and a flailing Laura to try and fail to break her chains. “I received word from one of my spies. It seems like your mother is going to make it after all.” Soo’s eyes light up. She can’t smile, but it’s a relief. “You may be heathens, but I have chosen to take this as a sign. Killing you to punish X-23 may not be necessary. The torture may suffice.” BEAT. “Provided you are willing to kill her yourself.”

Dust’s expression is difficult to read as she pushes herself to sit up, struggling through the pain. Laura’s thoughts on the matter, however, are quite clear.

LAURA: “Take it! Take the deal!”

That catches Leper Queen off guard. She wants her to kill her?

LAURA, crying: “I am just a weapon. One who does not want to hurt any more innocent people. But also one that cannot protect anyone.” Laura uncomfortably smiles at Leper Queen. “A thousand of me aren’t worth one of her.”

BEAT

Leper Queen laughs in surprise. She can’t disagree with that, but it’s nice to really see just how much X-23’s clearly already been broken before this point.

LEPER QUEEN: “Not mindless enough to just kill who you’re told. Not strong enough to stop me. And still just dangerous enough to put everyone around you in harm’s way. What do you say, Dust?”

There’s a moment of tension.

SOORAYA: “You idiot.”

LEPER QUEEN: “What did you say?!”

SOORAYA, at the top of her lungs: “I am not speaking to you!” Leper Queen is confused, while Laura just looks more hurt. “This is why you ran away. This is what Kimura put in your head at the Facility. Well…maybe she is right. You do put us in danger. And you are not as strong as you seemed when we were all new. You cannot protect us.” Laura hangs her head in shame. “But there is something you are missing.”

Laura isn’t sure what she could possibly mean

SOORAYA: “None of us care! You think we fear you? Living in that school is a sign of a death wish, but we all do it anyway! Because we can help others. And because we care about each other. We all love you, Laura. There is nothing else to it. Maybe we once needed you to protect us, but we are not just children anymore. We can protect ourselves. And you.”

Laura is choked up, unsure of what to say to Dust’s words of undeserved kindness.

Before she can figure it out, Leper Queen puts a gun to Sooraya’s head.

LEPER QUEEN: “Go ahead then. Since you aren’t in the mood to put down an animal. Protect yourself.” She cocks her gun. “Sooraya shuts her eyes and starts speeding through a prayer. “Oh, please.”

Leper Queen is about to shoot, when an explosion is heard, and the lights flicker.

LEPER QUEEN: “The Hell?”

OFFICER, over coms: “Ma’am, we have an intruder! We cannot identify them, but they’re–”

They’re cut off as they let out a final deathly wail.

Leper Queen curses the bad timing and holsters her gun, before connecting with the rest of her men, and telling them to prepare. One of the X-Men must have found them, but this is what they’ve trained for. They’re prepared for any of them.

In a dark hallway, soldiers are positioned with assault rifles, grenades, and other weapons and tools to dispatch whichever X-Man they’ve studied.

The elevator doors open, and it isn’t an X-Man that steps out. Instead, the heavy metal boots of Lady Akabba bang against the floor.

They stare each other down.

OFFICER: “Take them out!”

The second they start moving to attack, Sofia unleashes a wave of flames to fill the hallway, immolating all of them.

As she continues to make her way through the complex, Sofia doesn’t even draw her sword. Nor does she move swiftly. All of these humans can be easily dispatched by burning them, or by using the air to slice their throats, as she casually makes her way down the bunker.

Panicking, Leper Queen orders all soldiers to move to her position. They will get their prey here!

Laura and Sooraya have no idea what’s going on.

When Lady Akabba reaches the floor of the cells, she finds that Leper Queen’s remaining men are in power suits, seemingly made from old sentinel tech.

WAR, in her modulated voice: “Likely resistant to Mutant abilities.” She finally draws her sword. ‘Very well.”

They all try to blast energy at her or strike her head on, but it’s no use. Sofia cuts through all of them like butter, even bisecting one man, as she belittlies them. They’ve trained and they’ve armed themselves. And even though she is using no powers and just a blade…

SOFIA, grabbing Leper Queen by the throat: “Your inferiority cannot be changed.”

Laura and Sooraya now have another reason to be angry and terrified, as they recognize their other enemy, and see her toss Leper Queen through a wall, knocking her out.

Then, she turns to the prisoners, staring down at them. She raises her sword…but only to cut through the bars, and to break their chains.

As Laura and Sooraya continue to just grow more confused, a sigh of relief can just barely be heard under Lady Akabba’s helmet.

WAR: “Are you both okay?”

It takes a moment to break through the confusion, but Dust speaks up first.

SOORAYA: “You…you came to rescue us?”

WAR: “Protecting Mutants is my duty and my mission.” Neither Laura nor Sooraya seem satisfied with the answer. “But more importantly…” War reaches her hands behind her head, and undoes the clasps of her helmet, pulling it off, shaking her glossy brown hair out, and revealing her blue face to a mortified Laura and Sooraya with a flawless smile. “You are my best friends.”

In the basement of Graydon’s building, Creed’s guards lead Emma and Monet into a dark and filthy chamber. Both women are repulsed, but Monet forces herself to grit and hide her disgust when she notices Emma making the same expression.

GUARD: “Muties like you don’t deserve ivory towers. This is much more your level.”

Some of the other guards laugh with him.

Emma and Monet exchange annoyed glances.

MONET, shoving Emma against the guards: “I wish I had never met you!”

The guards shove Emma back, but as she does so, she grabs and yanks Monet’s wrists, shoving her against the guards.

EMMA: “How ungrateful can you be? You would still be a spiny little hedgehog without me.”

The guards are confused, but still shove Monet away. They are amused at seeing the two fighting though.

MONET: “The only man I ever loved is loved dead because of you, and now I am going to share his fate.”

EMMA: “It must be so easy to blame your problems on others. It’s far less tiresome than taking responsibility for your own actions, isn’t it? For less difficult than making the most of what you’re left with.”

MONET: “I hate you!”

EMMA: “And you think that makes you unique?”

Monet tackles Emma to the ground. One of the guards chuckles, and another man lightly punches his shoulder.

GUARD: “Much as we’d all love to watch them kill each other, I don’t think we want Magneto coming down on us.”

The others agree, and separate Emma and Monet, grabbing them. This is the opening the two were waiting for, as they flip their assaulters. The well-trained guards are quick to act and shoot, but they just end up putting bullets in their co-workers.

Emma and Monet grin as they use this opening to engage the guards. While the two may be far from master martial arts, they’re experienced. With Emma utilizing more direct strikes, while Monet fights with Aikido, they knock out their enemies.

Emma sighs and dusts her hands off.

EMMA: “It was quite silly of Graydon to believe we’d need our powers to best the likes of them.”

MONET: “I grew up around politicians. I don’t expect much from any of their minds.”

EMMA: “Too true. Impressive moves.”

MONET: “Those I will reluctantly give you credit for.”

Emma tells Monet that Graydon couldn’t figure out that she was still in contact with the school via one of their students. Cyclops says Magik and Kitty should be finding them any moment, and Danger will clear any video evidence of them ever being here, and she can wipe the minds of the riff-rff later.

Monet compliments her for a well-thought out extraction strategy. Just then, an earthquake shakes New York City, with the fire alarm and sprinklers going off shortly after.

MONET, smirking: “I have my own.” She starts walking away. “The X-Men are supposed to be superheroes, aren’t they? Leave finishing things with Graydon to us. Ciao.”

Emma beams with pride while Monet’s back is turned to her, before dropping the expression as she calls out to her. Monet turns her head.

EMMA: “I know that I failed you all. Don’t think I do not understand that. I was still learning, myself. And I am trying to do better for my new students.” Monet doesn’t seem to care. “But whether you like it or not, we are the same. Us both being here is no coincidence. You can embrace that, or you can attempt to shed who you are and change…which will still make you like me. Regardless of what you choose, if you ever need anything, if you would ever just like to talk, I am here for you. But only if you wish me to be.”

Monet’s expression softens, touched on some level, but she quickly reverts to being cold and hard.

MONET: “Save it for Jubilee. She may be stupid enough to trust you again.”

Monet leaves, with Emma smiling, not having missed the brief change.

We cut to Pietro in tears, his mindscape shifting to the graveyard of Genosha.

MALICE, looking like Alice: “It didn’t matter where she went. What she did. What she took. This is all Lorna could see. It was almost too easy to get her to give me this hot bod.”

Quicksilver punches her at super speed, but he can’t hurt her here.

MALICE: “If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at yourself. With how negligent you all were, she’d still be suffering now without me. I did exactly as I said. I gave her peace, and I’m helping her people. Young, at-risk Mutants especially.”

QUICKSILVER: “Do you actually believe “young, at-risk Mutants” would support what you're doing?”

MALICE: “I was one when I joined up, and it sounded good to me. Self-care.” Pietro scowls at her, and she grins back. “Lorna tried self-care. It wasn’t enough.”

PIETRO: “I did my best. Crystal and Luna, the entire world…they needed me. I would have been there for her if I could have, but I didn’t know what she was going through!”

MALICE, taking the form of Magneto: “How familiar.”

Pietro dashes back, panic in his eyes.

MALICE, keeping Magneto’s form: “But were you really too busy? Or were you scared?”

PIETRO, trembling: “I am not scared of anything.”

MALICE: “Not even of being as poor a father as your own? Were you thinking more about your wife or him when Luna was born?”

PIETRO: “Do not analyze me. Get out!”

MALICE: “All that worry, all that desire to be there for her, and you still haven’t met the girl. Shameful.” Pietro, knowing his attacks won’t do anything, still punches Malice millions of times in a rage. “It obviously isn’t all your fault. Magneto was a failure. It is only natural you’d be just as pathetic.” Pietro ceases his attack, panting. Malice shifts into the form of Lorna. “But may I’m wrong. Maybe you were just struggling with your grief in your own way. Genosha burning was your fault too after all. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re afraid your new father is just like your old one.” For just a moment, she takes on the form of King Blackagar Boltagon. She then shifts into Wanda. “He is just as ashamed of you.”

PIETRO: “Take…take her face off.”

MALICE, holding back laughter: “Brother…” She hugs him. Pietro doesn’t struggle. “Have the X-Men even told you we already killed her?”

Pietro’s rage bubbles over, and his psychic defenses are finally able to remove Malice from his mind and, back in reality, he doesn’t hesitate to race forward and attack.

PIETRO: “Guh…”

Pietro lunges himself right onto Muramasa, Death having arrived, moved Malice’s body, and positioned himself right in front of Pietro.

Quicksilver can barely breathe as he looks down and sees how he’s been skewered. Death grins as he pulls his blade out, and Pietro collapses, unconscious.

PESTILLENCE: “That was more difficult than it should have been. Sorry about that.”

DEATH, sheathing his blade: “No need to apologize. The houses of M and Amaquelian are strong. Exodus didn’t think you’d pull it off.”

PESTILLENCE: “He’s old, he thinks a lot of dumb things.” Akihiro picks up Pietro and throws him over his shoulder. “Mind if I kill the princess?”

DEATH: “Don’t be stupid. We’re in no position for a war with the Inhumans. Not yet anyway.”

PESTILLENCE: “Aww. Lame.”

Malice flies the three of them off, leaving the unconscious Crystal behind.

In the Sapien League’s bunker, Laura and Sooraya are too frozen to speak. Until…

SOORAYA: “You’re lying.” Dust turns her hands to sand, ready to attack. “This is a trick!”

SOFIA, remaining calm: “No. No more tricks. It is time for you to know the truth. When I was lost and broken, Apocalypse found and rebuilt me. He became the father I never had. Since his defeat, everything I have done has been to bring about his vision for the world. Not only for us, but for you.”

SOORAYA: “For us?! You have been attacking us for months! Brian and Sophie are dead because of you.”

SOFIA, hanging her head: “I have had to tell countless lies since returning to the school. My entire life has been an act.” She looks back at Soo with genuine sadness. “But my mourning was real. I did not want them to die. They were my friends too. Using Quentin was a mistake. I should have–”

LAURA, cutting her off and drawing her claws: “You should have done a lot, but you couldn’t! They’re controlling you.”

Sofia looks to Laura with wry amusement, glad she’s speaking up. She was being even quieter than usual.

SOFIA: “I assure you, Laura. I am not under anyone’s control. I stand above all.”

LAURA: “Telepathy, possession, and pheremones. Any of them could be doing it, and you wouldn’t know.”

BEAT

SOFIA: “Do you think I didn’t know that is what you have been thinking?” Laura is startled, as Sofia turns back to Dust. “Soo, did you know that Laura has been training with Death for the past several weeks?”

Sooraya is quickly outraged, but Laura explains quickly and bluntly. She went undercover among the Horsemen because she knew the Horsemen had gotten to Sofia.

LAURA: “I just didn’t know what they had made her into.”

SOFIA: “And I allowed you to follow your suspicion for the same reason as much of what I have done. To make you strong.” Sofia stares her friends down, before walking away. “You aren’t going to fight me. You would have attacked by now if you were going to be impulsive, and you know you cannot beat me.”

Sofia walks through the hole she put Leper Queen through, picks her up, and throws her at Dust’s feet.

SOFIA: “This is humanity. Hating us for our superiority, while blaming us for their own society. Laura, you did not kill her daughter. Humans did. The same cruel humans who abused you so horribly. Who hurt Cessily and Roxy. You should be happy to know I had Akihiro burn The Facility down.” Laura doesn’t look happy. “They do not deserve this world. Their rule took my mother’s life. They are responsible for what happened to you and your mother, Sooraya. Just as she is responsible for attempting to take your mother from you forever.” PAUSE. “Within one month, I will be the queen of a better world. And I would like you both among my ladies.”

While Dust’s eyes are filled with hate as she glares down at Leper Queen, she’s stalwart that she could never join her. However noble…even understandable…her motivations may be, she knows that her mother survived. She will not let Sofia hurt her.

SOFIA: “Hurt her? Soo, who do you think saved her?” Dust’s eyes widen. “Human medical science. Yet another area where they fall short.” Sofia holds Sooraya’s arms. “I still miss my mother everyday. Do not think for a second I intend to harm yours.”

Laura, realizing where this is going, jumps in to tell Dust not to listen to a word she says. She’s manipulating her. This isn’t Sofia!

SOFIA: “Oh, Laura. You poor, lovesick dog.” BEAT. Laura is thrown up against the ceiling by the wind, and is forced to remain there. Sofia looks up at her. “I offered you a place as a lady for a reason. Because at my side will not be a queen, but a king.” It's like a knife through Laura’s heart. “We are done.”

Laura can’t even speak up enough to scream. She can only seethe through her teeth.

SOFIA, looking back at Sooraya: “Take her worthless life, Dust. This is the mission God gave you. To protect your people. Whatever you think of me, is keeping her alive what he would want?”

The speed of sand flowing out of Sooraya’s sleeves increases. Laura is able to find her voice just enough to beg Dust not to do this. She pleads with her.

LAURA: “Don’t become like me.”

Soo looks at each of her friends, and then back at Leper Queen. She’s hesitant, but then the warm, soothing whispers of “Allah” pass through her mind.

Soo shuts her eyes. Before opening them, and unleashing her power, disintegrating every trace of Leper Queen. Laura shuts her eyes, unable to watch.

Dust is shocked and horrified at what she’s done, but before she can think about it too much, Lady Akabba hugs her.

SOFIA: “I know that was not easy. I am proud of you.”

Sofia lets go, and Sooraya is able to compose herself, before kneeling.

SOORAYA: “Thank you, Lady Akabba.”

Sofia is pleased, but, looking up at Laura, she doesn’t think she’s quite ready to join them yet. She drops Laura from the ceiling and kicks her in the face, knocking her out.

Sooraya cringes.

SOFIA: “Do not worry. Soon, you will never have to worry about one of our friends being hurt again. Are you ready to leave this awful place?”

Soo nods. Sofia tells her she’ll get her teleporter right here.

SOFIA: “I really am so happy you can see things as they are. I knew you would.”

DUST, quietly: “Thank you.”

Lila Cheyney pops in and Sofia introduces her to her court’s very own musician. She will get time to know everyone later though.

Before they can leave, however, there’s an explosion.

HELLION: “Wolverine! Dust!”

SURGE: “Are you here?!”

Julian and Noriko burst in, having finally caught up with the others. Their faces both fall, and they’re both left speechless, as they see Sofia in the Lady Akabba armor, with the same sword she used against them.

JULIAN, barely audible: “no.”

SOFIA, more annoyed than anything: “Oh. This is not how I wanted this to go. I apologize for this.”

Sofia throws her two closest friends against the walls, head first, and with Julian too shocked to put up forcefields in time, they’re both knocked out.

Back at the school, Cyclops, Emma, and Magneto sit in their office.

MAGNETO: “While it is nice that it sounds like you and your old student were able to bond, Creed continues to live.”

EMMA: “But with the measures we took to cover our tracks, there is nothing he can try to pin on us. We are back at square one, but not any worse off. And election day remains a long way off.”

MANGETO: “That does not mitigate the harm him spreading his rhetoric through his campaign will cause.”

EMMA: “And we will still deal with him eventually.”

Emma continues to speak in voice over as we pan across Graydon’s office, lights off, where everyone has gone home for the night.

EMMA, as the camera reveals Graydon at his desk, dead, with his lifeless face in a puddle of cold coffee: “Better than if we had compromised ourselves by squishing the worm more openly.”

In the office, Magneto questions whether they should even continue this mission themselves, or if they should entrust it to Monet and her “friends”.

Emma and Erik both look to Scott, who’s been deep in thought. He presses on his com.

SCOTT: “Sunspot, you can come in now.”

Roberto enters, with his usual confidence in his step, greets the headmasters, hoping everything is going well, even if he will be mildly annoyed they called him away from his work without needing him.

The three stare at him, unamused.

SCOTT: “We know about M, Sunspot.”

EMMA: “She’s the smartest woman I know, but not the best with her words.”

MAGNETO: “We imagine she’s also the silent partner you chose to not inform us of.”

ROBERTO, pissed, but not dropping his fake smile: “Ah. That…well that sucks.” He laughs.

Beto apologizes for not coordinating better with them, but, given Monet’s history with Emma, she didn’t want her to know she was involved.

CYCLOPS: “Right. And did Rictor make a similar request?” Beto’s smile curls. “There aren’t too many Mutants who can make earthquakes, and you spent years with one of them.”

EMMA: “What is it that you’re keeping from us? A new X-Force? If we dig a little further, will we be finding Domino or Boom Boom?”

MAGNETO: “Does Samuel know?”

Beto drops his act entirely, continuing to stand tall, but firmly instead of playfully.

BETO: “Sam doesn’t know about anything. And there is no X-Force active, I promise.”

MAGNETO: “Then what are you doing?”

Beto cringes. Erik floats over to him, and tells him they’re trying here, but this game has gone on long enough. He needs to be honest with them. Now.

Beto, thinking fast, rolls his tongue around anxiously.

BETO: “I am doing what I have to to protect Mutantkind. Because that job cannot be entrusted to you three.”

Scott and Emma glare at him, already displeased. Beto doesn’t think they have any reason to blame him though.

BETO: “Day after day, you three continue to fail. Mutants die, the schools fall apart, the world decays. Things keep getting worse, and yet you hold onto your entitlement that you are the only ones who can lead us. How often do you question where things would stand right now if you had been the ones to leave, and Storm was leading us?”

SCOTT: “Everyday.”

BETO: “I’m sure. Just as you’re sure that without her around, you’re the only ones who can do this job. Why? Kitty and I are just as capable of leading this team, and we’re far more likely to appeal to the masses. Is it because you’re the ones strong enough to put down Apocalypse? Because that sounds like his logic. Not to mention we had Iceman for that, before you allowed him to slip away.”

Emma is irritated by Beto’s self-righteousness. They have failed, yes. But they also do their best. They are here. Always.

EMMA: “Which is far more than can be said for you.”

ERIK: “When last we discussed this, you said that you still trusted me. That was a lie?”

BETO: “That was before you didn’t make any difference.”

Sunspot assures them that he is not doing anything supervllanous, he isn’t being like his father.He’s just building a shield to protect Mutantkind for when they fail, and the world comes crashing down on them.

SCOTT: “And you know best because you’re so much smarter than us.”

BETO, cheeky: “And in the meantime, I remain happy to work alongside you in the capacity you see fit.”

BEAT

ERIK: “I understand.” Beto boyishly smiles with relief. “But if this is how you see us, as risks more than anything else, then you cannot stay here.”

BETO: “What?! Headmaster, no. You cannot fire me.”

SCOTT: “No one is firing you, Roberto. Not in the middle of our current mess.”

EMMA: “But the onus of opening of and being a team player is on you. If you cannot do this, you should extend your next trip indefinitely.”

BETO, cringing and struggling to compose himself: “Understood.”

Beto walks away, turning his head before he leaves to Magneto, who turns his face away. Pained, Beto exits.

The episode ends in Clan Akabba’s headquarters, as Sofia delivers a speech to her cultists and her small army of Mutants in her throneroom, Exodus, Akihiro, Malice, and a guilty-looking Dust at her side.

She speaks of how three months ago, the world should have been theirs. Lord Apocalypse should have conquered the Earth. He failed. But they carry on his will!

Lady Akabba tells her followers that the X-Men are in shambles, as we see not just Julian, Noriko, and Laura in chains, but Cessily and Roxy as well (the two taken off-screen), as well as Sunspot ordering a drink in a bar, Magneto alone in his office regretting everything about how the day played out, and the largely empty hallways of the school.

She tells them that Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch are their prisoners, and with them, their path to ultimate victory is clear. And with how fierce the hate toward them is right now from humanity, all of their brothers and sisters will soon be joining them.

SOFIA: “Lord Apocalypse will be restored! Mutantkind will dominate the Earth! Humanity will worship at our feet! And the world will become strong!”

We close out as all of Lady Akabba’s followers cheer her name, Sofia grinning like her father underneath her helmet.

#New X-Men: The Animated Series #New X-Men #Academy X #Scott Summers #Emma Frost #Magneto #Kitty Pryde #Roberto Da Costa #Illyana Rasputin #Laura Kinney #Sofia Mantega #Julian Keller #Noriko Ashida #Sooraya Qadir #Cessily Kincaid #Roxanne Washington #The Stepford Cuckoos

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