<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mckellen.com/images/3270.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Magneto<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kansas<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 8th, Late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robert Kelly<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Murder, contains graphic descriptions of broken bone, pierced skin and death. (Seriously pretty graphic, you've been warned.)<br/><hr/><br/>Magneto walked along the road in dead silence. He didn't blink or flinch as he marched with one palm raised in front of him. The crushed remnants of the cars, and the federal officers who'd been inside, rolled across the road. Tiny pieces fell across the floor. Eric didn't smile, as he took no pleasure in this. He was merely doing what he knew had to be done. The time for words was long gone and the price of hateful deeds was a high one.<br/><br/><strong>"Senator Kelly."</strong><br/><br/>His well spoken, calm voice echoed out in the dead silence of the wreckage. Not a single man had got free from the cars, Magneto had been incredibly precise in his assault. Kelly would face him alone and show himself for the coward he was.<br/><br/>Magneto's firm pace took him to the car he knew Kelly was cowering inside. He slowly looked down and flicked his palm. In an instant the piece of metal wrapped around the Senator's ankle yanked him violently through the gap where the door had been. Robert felt a searing pain as his ankle almost immediately gave way at the sudden force, and then a brief second of weightlessness as he flew through the air. He came to a heavy landing on his back on the side of the bridge, propped up against the side. The impact itself had injured his back. Probably cracked bone. He shuddered violently and breathed heavily, gasping in pain and shock. Magneto meanwhile remained as calm as ever.<br/><br/><strong>"You are the face of hatred, Senator. The voice screaming for the oppression of my people. And eventually you would be the hand that executes them."<br/></strong><br/>As Eric spoke he kept his hand up, and almost naturally in a snake like motion the metal barrier at the side of the motorway pulled itself apart, snaking down to wrap around the Senator's wrists. He was pulled up into a sitting position with his arms outstretched to his sides. And then, steadily, the metal wrappings rose him up and off his feet to hang in the air.<br/><br/><strong>"Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm wrong, Robert."<br/></strong><br/>The steel grips tightened, fracturing the trapped Senator's wrists. The man could only muster a whimper, and barely managed to raise his head level. His eyes met Eric's and his fear was redoubled. Through it all Eric was unblinking and unphased. The fire burning in Eric's eyes caused Robert's stomach to sink even lower.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell me Robert!"</strong>For the first time Magneto's voice rose, despite his age there was an aggression to his words and a fight to him that was unnerving to behold.<br/><br/>One of the pieces of railing that had been pulled apart to create the bonds pulled back a little, behind Robert. It was about a foot long and steel, with a sheared off and jagged tip to it. Magneto stared right at Robert and watched his eyes as the spike jolted forwards. Only a few short feet to travel but the force Magneto imparted it was more than enough, and it easily bit deep into the Senator's thigh. He screamed this time, the sound of a wounded animal. Only when the spike was just short of shattering the bone in his thigh did it stop.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell me you wouldn't kill me if you were in my shoes? Tell me you wouldn't kill Charles? My former friends? They despise me, hate me even, for doing this. But it is your hate that proved me right."</strong><br/><br/>In a nearly exact repetition of the last torturous motion Magneto clenched his fist, letting another steel shard embed itself in Robert's other leg. At this point the blood loss from his legs, ankle and even some from his wrists was becoming pronounced and the man was severely light headed.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, Senator Kelly, you know how the thousands you terrorise feel. Hopeless. Afraid. Pained. They are bludgeoned in the street. Tortured in your laboratories. Locked away to die in secret in your prisons. You do all of this because you fear us. Do not understand us. And so you seek control. Now perhaps you feel justified in your fear. The fear you instill in my people is a drop compared to the ocean that will sweep away your kind. We are the future of this earth. And you, Senator Kelly, are not a part of that future."</strong><br/><br/>Finally the largest shard of metal, nearly six feet long, pressed itself to the back of the Senator's upper chest just between the shoulder blades. Eric looked Robert in the eyes for the last time, a moment given for Robert to make any peace he could find. And then, after only a few seconds, Eric clenched his fist. The rough metal jolted forwards impossibly quickly, stopping after only a second of motion it still impaled the Senator. The bands holding his wrists collapsed and he was then hauled into the air by the spike that impaled him. Eventually it found a resting place in the center of the huge car crash, driving itself within the concrete of the road and hanging there. The Senator's life had quickly ended when the spike pierced his chest, and he was only limp now. A bloody and graphically wounded show of anger.<br/><br/>Eric took a moment to look at the destruction he had wrought. Not for a single second did doubt enter his mind. If he relived this day a thousand times he would not find an action out of place. Of course it was dark, and even terrible to behold. But objectively understanding that did not make him second guess himself. Seven years ago he'd second guessed his path when he let Charles live. But not anymore. Recent events had only continued to prove his actions were necessary. He walked on, back across the bridge and past the Senator. Soon enough he found Vanisher and outstretched his hand. In a fraction of a second the other man was in front of him, grabbing the outstretched hand, and then before the second was out there was no trace of either save for the destruction. In the distance police car's tires screeched as they raced to the incident. But it was far too late to do anything but clear away the destruction. There was no doubt news helicopters would be in rapid pursuit, ready to spread the dark news.