The battlefield had fallen silent. The X-Men lay broken across Liberty Island, scattered like discarded chess pieces in a game they never stood a chance of winning. Magneto, barely breathing, twitched weakly on the ground, his body fully depleted after Rogue had drained his power. The once-mighty master of magnetism was now just another fallen relic of the past, barely clinging to consciousness as the world moved on without him. The mutant-conversion machine still hummed ominously, a bright beacon of victory standing in the midst of the ruined battlefield, fully charged with Rogue's energy, waiting for its final act.
Mystique stepped forward, brushing imaginary dust off her gloves as she surveyed the aftermath. The Brotherhood of Mutants shifted uneasily, waiting for someone—anyone—to take control now that their leader was reduced to a barely-conscious husk. Her gaze landed on Rogue, who was still standing at the machine's control panel, one hand lazily draped over the console as if savoring the raw power that coursed through it. There was something different about her, something more than just the power she had stolen from Magneto. She was in control now, and she knew it.
Mystique's voice was steady but firm. "Rogue, what exactly are you planning with this machine?" Rogue didn't turn immediately. Instead, she dragged her fingers along the metal console, almost playfully, before finally looking over her shoulder with a slow, knowing smile. "Oh, I have a secret plan… one that Wanda and I cooked up." The way she said it sent a ripple of tension through the Brotherhood, but it was Mystique who took a step closer, her expression sharpening. "What kind of plan?"
Rogue exhaled softly, letting her hand rest flat against the machine. "See, Magneto wanted to turn world leaders into mutants… but we made a few adjustments." Mystique narrowed her eyes. "What kind of adjustments?" Rogue leaned against the control panel, her voice dripping with amusement. "Instead of turning them into stable mutants… we're turning them into unstable ones." The realization flashed across Mystique's face, but before she could respond, Rogue chuckled darkly, her fingers tapping against the controls. "They'll melt. Just like Senator Kelly."
She pressed a button, and the machine hummed louder, the energy surging outward in unseen waves. Kara, lounging on a nearby crate, took a slow sip of lemonade, watching the scene unfold with detached amusement. "Huh. Turning politicians into puddles of sludge? Sounds fun." Rogue turned, her lips curling upward. Kara waved a hand dismissively. "Politicians are a dime a dozen anyway." Natasha, swirling a drink in her glass, exhaled slowly. "Honestly, best thing that could happen to the world." Gwen, checking her nails, gave a nonchalant shrug. "Won't miss 'em."
The machine pulsed violently as it reached full power. Across the ocean, inside a grand hall where dozens of world leaders sat discussing the future of the Mutant Registration Act, the unseen energy surged through the air like a quiet storm. At first, there was nothing. A pause. Then the first scream tore through the room. Politicians clutched at their faces, their skin bubbling, their limbs twisting unnaturally before collapsing into themselves like candles melting under a cruel flame. The panic spread rapidly as one by one, the lawmakers and anti-mutant leaders began to liquefy, their voices reduced to wet, gurgling shrieks before they collapsed into grotesque, undulating puddles of flesh.
"What's happening?!"
"I'm melting! I'm melting!"
Their desperate cries filled the chamber before silence swallowed them whole.
Rogue watched from the machine's display screen, tilting her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Ain't that somethin'." Amidst the chaos, one man stood tall, untouched by the horrific fate of his colleagues. He blinked, looking around at the puddles that had once been his rivals, realization slowly settling over him. A slow smile spread across his face as he straightened his tie, brushing off imaginary dust from his sleeve. "Wait a minute… I'm not melting." His voice cut through the silence, and the remaining politicians, those who had miraculously survived, turned toward him in quiet understanding.
The man gave a smug chuckle. "I opposed the Mutant Registration Act from the beginning. Guess that means my party is about to sweep the next election." There was no argument, no outcry. Just a shared, knowing look between the remaining political players. The ones who had pushed for mutant suppression were gone, and those who had opposed it now held the reins. Not because of any moral shift, not because they suddenly saw mutants as equals, but because their opponents had literally turned into sludge. And without anyone left to push the anti-mutant agenda, the Mutant Registration Act quietly dissolved into nothing.
Wanda, stepping forward with an eerie calm, turned to the still-smoking remains of the room, her eyes glowing red as she flicked her wrist. "Time to clean up." With a single movement, massive red portals yawned open beneath the liquefied remains, swallowing them whole. The Brotherhood watched in silence as the last traces of the political purge were wiped from existence. Meanwhile, in Sokovia, the portals reopened, depositing the liquefied remains into what had once been a mass graveyard. The thick, congealed fluid seeped into the ground, pooling together to form a grotesque, shimmering lake of corruption.
Natasha, watching the footage from a private screen, exhaled and took a slow sip of wine. "So, Sokovia has a lake of dead politicians now?" Wanda, without looking up, simply shrugged. "Guess so." Kara tapped a finger against her chin, considering the scene before nodding in satisfaction. "Call it the Lake of Corruption." Natasha lifted her glass in a quiet toast. "Fitting."
The battlefield of Liberty Island, once filled with the sounds of battle, now stood eerily silent. The Brotherhood of Mutants gathered around Mystique, shifting their weight as they awaited their next move. Magneto lay motionless at Mystique's feet, his once-imposing figure now little more than a husk drained of all fight, all authority. She studied him for a moment, expression unreadable, before turning her gaze to the Brotherhood. "He's done," she announced, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We move forward without him." There was no hesitation. The Brotherhood members exchanged glances, but none dared protest. The days of Magneto's rule were over, and Mystique had seamlessly taken his place.
Kara, Rogue, and the rest of L.E.Y.A. watched from their vantage point, Rogue flexing her fingers as if still reveling in the power she had taken from Magneto. The machine was silent now, its purpose fulfilled, its impact irreversible. Rogue finally stepped away from the console, satisfied. Kara took a final sip of her drink and stretched lazily. "Well… that was fun."
The battlefield had fallen into eerie tranquility. The X-Men lay scattered, their defeat absolute, while the political landscape thousands of miles away had shifted in their favor. Everything had gone according to plan. The Mutant Registration Act was a relic of the past, erased not by debate, but by liquidated bodies and a swift, undeniable rewriting of power. And the best part? No one was left to challenge them.
Mystique gave one final glance at Magneto's unmoving form before lifting her hand, gesturing to the Brotherhood. "Regroup. We have work to do." The mutants began to move, gathering themselves, their leader now undeniably clear. Rogue locked eyes with Kara for a brief moment, the two sharing a silent understanding. The world had changed today, and they had orchestrated it all.
Kara exhaled, tapping her fingers idly against the side of her glass. "Alright," she said at last. "Who's hungry?" Natasha, ever unbothered, checked her nails. "Something fancy, please. We just took down a government." Gwen, still relaxed, lifted a brow. "Let's go somewhere expensive."
Rogue smirked. "Magneto's credit card still works."
Kara's grin widened. She raised her glass, her tone casual but filled with unmistakable amusement. "Then dinner's on him."
The sun began to set over Liberty Island, its golden light casting long shadows over the fallen. The X-Men remained broken, the Brotherhood reassembled under new leadership, and the world unknowingly bent toward the will of L.E.Y.A. as they watched from the sidelines, completely in control.
The mutant world had changed forever, and as far as L.E.Y.A. was concerned—everything had gone exactly as planned. The world belonged to them now, whether it knew it or not.
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