Disclaimer: Characters, Marvel. Plot, Better Living. I think you get the point by now. Author's note: This is actually likely to be the ONLY chapter in this story that won't come almost directly from that wonderful play I'm basing this off of. This chapter is intended to answer a question that has been bothering people, (or at least ME) for a little while. In Bishop's history, Onslaught killed everybody except Gambit. In Marvel's continuity, he killed the other heroes. In my continuity, he killed MOST of the X-men, except for the obvious few. Now, why is it that these three continuities are so different? Well, I have no idea what MARVEL was doing, but I think I figured out what happened with my story. Hope you enjoy it. What the Future Brings by Twist Intermission: "That which is beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful" -I really wish I could remember where this one is from. Anybody know? ++++++++++ *Why's de Prof. bein' so mysterious?* Remy wondered as he turned away from where he'd been searching with Bishop and Wolverine. He headed off at a run, the minor empathic sense he'd worked so hard to keep from the others screaming that something was horribly wrong. As he entered the Professor's study, he suddenly became aware of something odd about the man. He approached cautiously, the others following closely behind. "What's goin' on, Prof.?" He carefully reached out with his empathy, trying to figure out what it was he was sensing. He'd only barely touched the edge of the older man's mind when he realized he'd probably just made the biggest mistake in his life. "Infidel!" Xavier screamed, turning on him. "You dare attempt to use your puny powers upon the most powerful telepath on the planet?! That was a mistake." Remy tried to back away from the man in the chair, but stopped suddenly at the pain that exploded in his brain, as Professor Xavier shoved the thoughts of the entire planet into him. His brain overloaded and he blacked out before he even had a chance to scream. +++++++++ Storm gasped as she saw her friend collapse. She turned to stare at the man who had been her mentor for so long. "What-" She stopped, shocked at the horrible expression on Xavier's face. "Weaklings." The X-men gasped as he stood up from his chair. "All of you, you are no better than this." He gestured to the unconscious man who lay on the floor. "A common thief with no purpose in life. And you will all share his fate." "He's...?" Storm swallowed. "No." "Yes, he is dead. He must be. And soon, so shall you all be." +++++++++ Remy groaned as he came awake. His head was throbbing, threatening to burst. "Must ‘ave had too much t' drink," he muttered, opening his eyes. "But why'm I on de floor?" He looked around, scanning the ruined study, his eyes falling on the corpse that lay in front of him. "Oh God." The events of the night suddenly flooded his mind, as he stared at the body of Warren Worthington III, otherwise known as the Archangel. His first instinct was to run, to get as far from here as he could, but something seemed to stop him where he stood. After a moment of thought, he realized what it was. "I can' leave. If I leave, I'm no better dan de traitor dat Bishop t'ink I am." A sudden thought hit his mind. "De traitor dat Xavier IS!" Leaping up off the floor, he headed straight for the door, hoping he would be able to help whoever might still be alive. Before he reached it, however, the wood exploded into a million pieces as a body was thrown through it, and into him. They were flying through the air with enough momentum that, had there still been a wall to run into, it would have collapsed. Instead the bundle of human flesh ran into the mutant who was hovering just outside. Luckily, Rogue's strength was enough to keep her air borne, and to keep the two who'd just taken their flying lessons from being hurt. "Remy? STORM?! What's goin' on heah?" Remy stood up carefully, never taking his eyes off the form that he assumed was the professor. "De prof's lost it. ‘E's attacking de X-men, an' he already killed ‘least one o' dem." "More than one I'm afraid." Storm interrupted. She turned happily to her friends. "But the death toll doesn't seem to be as high as I thought it was. Are you all right Remy?" "Oui, but m' head don't seem to t'ink so," Remy was still watching the mansion warily. The form inside hadn't moved out yet. In fact, if Remy hadn't been so sure that it was impossible, he'd have assumed that the expression on its face was one of shock. "We were sure that Onslaught had killed you! Even he was certain of it!" "Guess de Cajun harder t' kill dan ‘e thought. If dis ‘Onslaught' is de prof, den we may be able t' use dat ‘gainst him." "Wait! What's goin' on? I don' understand!" Storm turned to her friend. "I'm afraid that you're looking at the last of the X-men, Rogue. "Apparently, when the professor wiped Magneto's mind, it triggered something that we weren't aware of. He's gone insane, and is killing the X-men." "You're saying," A new voice joined the conversation. Remy and Storm turned, and were surprised to see Magneto, minus twenty years or so of age, standing behind Rogue. "That this professor received all the evil in this Magneto, and is now going on a rampage." "‘Zactly." Remy turned to Rogue. "What de hell is he doin' here?" "He's got amnesia, Remy, and he's goin' t' help us." An ominous crash echoed from behind them. "But I don't think we've got enough fire power to stop him at the moment, we're gonna need some help!" "We can go to the Avengers, and the Fantastic Four! They'll surely help us!" Storm grabbed Remy by the arms and lifted off. Rogue quickly followed with Magneto in tow. The following battle was going to be long and hard, and they were going to lose a lot of people, but if they didn't stop Onslaught now, he would do even worse. End of Intermission... +++++++++