<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">     <strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br/>       <strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br/>       <strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br/>       <strong>Affiliation;</strong>  The Resistance<br/>       <strong>Location;</strong>  Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.<br/>       <strong>Tags;</strong>  Open</span></span><br/><br/>The Apocalypse had come, literally one could easily say.  Magneto sighed heavily as he watched the former would be leader of the Hellfire Club so very long ago round up more humans for the prison camps and the death camps run by the newest dictator, this one the worst history had ever seen.  Erik had seen dictators before and this particular one was the most successful in his wicked agenda so far, but even the former terrorist and leader of his own scattered group of gifted individuals were ready to rain on this enemy's parade.  Homo superior they might be, but even Erik hadn't been prepared to completely scatter humanity like so much chaff as Apocalypse was doing now.<br/><br/>He watched silently from a nearby, mostly intact building as guards went inside the bunker, rounded up the group that Selene had sent them in for before leading them away to God knew where.  The screams they issued would have made him smile before the end of the world as he knew it, but now, especially with so many good men and women gone to the slaughter that was Apocalypse's bread and butter, the Master of Magnetism could not bear to see this go on for much longer.  "Come, this area is no longer safe.'  He commanded, his black and red cape fluttering about behind him as he turned and led the way out of the building, a former hotel and bar combo from the area downstairs that was still also mostly intact, although the bodies they had discovered showed that there had been some fighting.  They needed to move and find somewhere else to go, fast before they were discovered.  Besides, he had business with Selene before she got too far away.<br/><br/>Casting his old blue eyes about, Magneto grimaced at the smell that clung to everything these days.  It was not often that he got so close to the dead and decaying personally, having seen more than enough of both in the death camps ran by the Germans during the second World War when he was still young, but when he did he had to stop for a few seconds to remember those horrible days and nights at that particular place and age.  Sebastian Shaw had been the center of his torment then, and it was Sebastian Shaw that wound up Magneto's first true kill that he felt anything for, that particular feeling being pure and utter rage for all the pain he had had to endure at that man's hands, although before he died, Sebastian had given Erik a reason to keep fighting.<br/><br/>It was he, in his last moments, that made the man what he was now, a leader for all mutant kind that saw humanity as a plague in a sense, but even a plague had its uses, something that even Apocalypse seemed to agree on although at least Erik would not make them suffer as the genocidal tyrant seemed to be doing.  Leading his small band of mutants away from the patrols as silently as possible, Erik silently bade two of his scouts to go ahead to find them a new safe haven, checking for enemy patrols the whole time as the small group below them hid as best they could.  Hiding....it was something he didn't do well at all.  But times had changed drastically and they had all been forced to adapt, adapt or die.  His Brotherhood of Mutants had all but been destroyed, along with the rest of the world's major armies and defenses in a single day.  His was just another in a long list of groups that had fallen, but like a phoenix rising from the ashes, he would rebuild anew.  Besides, some of his old vigor was returning for some odd reason, suspecting that it might have been an unexpected side effect of the 'Cure' that he had been injected with.  Some of his hair had turned brown over the months since he'd been injected what felt like ages ago now, and while the vast majority of it was still gray as was appropriate a man his age, Erik still felt stronger and more able than he had before.  For what was coming, he'd need all the strength he could muster.