X-Men Page #9

MAGNETO (contíd)

And this law. Your mutant

registration act is only the

beginning.

KELLY:

The intention of registration act -

MAGNETO:

INTENTION? Intention, Senator? We

are talking about mankind here. His

fear. It is only a matter of time

before mutants will be herded into

camps. Studied for weaknesses. And

eventually wiped off the face of the

Earth.

Kelly shakes his head. There is nothing he can say to

sway this man.

Magneto turns and admires his machine.

MAGNETO (contíd)

Well, weíre much more giving than

that. We simply want to share with

you... To help you understand.

KELLY:

What is it you intend to do to me?

MAGNETO:

(smiling)

Letís just say, God works too slowly.

Magneto moves to the machine.

MAGNETO (contíd)

Youíre a leader, Senator Kelly -- you

set an example. And if more of you...

were like more of us? Well, youíll

see.

Kelly watches as Magneto takes Loganís dog tag and places

it atop a tube at the bottom of a large spire in the

center of the room some thirty feet high.

He walks toward the opposite side of the room and watches

as the tag is raised to the top of the device, through

the shaft.

MAGNETO (contíd)

Donít fear God, Senator. And

certainly - most certainly... donít

fear me.

A beat.

MAGNETO (contíd)

Not any more.

ANGLE ON:

MAGNETO raises his arms and a series of metal rings up

from the machine platform that holds the dog tag. With a

slight motion of his hand, the rings begin to spin slowly

gaining in speed as Magneto controls it with his power.

The air around it ripples, gaining in intensity.

WAVES OF MAGNETIC ENERGY POURS from Magnetoís hands

toward the machine.

Now, Magneto has the rings spinning around the dog tag at

such speed, the rings themselves are no longer visible -

merely a blur around the stationary tag. Magneto lowers

his hands. The machine is now working on its own.

Kellyís eyes grow wide with fear as the metal dog tag

begins to glow. Dull at first... the brightly... too

brightly.

The deafening whine of the machine builds louder and

louder.

Suddenly -- SILENCE

FIVE SECONDS OF ABSOLUTE SILENCE.

The sphere vanishes, enveloped in a light so white, it

defies description.

But Iíll try:

A light that seems to ooze rather than radiate. A light

that fills the room as it expands outward and engulfs

everything in sight.

It is liquid light. Creeping and unstoppable.

From outside the room, Pyro and Sabretooth watch through

the window. It comes through, first casting its shadows

darkly against the wall, then erasing them as it swallows

them - as though they were never there.

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

From under a door, the light leaks in, filling the room.

All through the lair, air vents, keyholes, drainpipes and

the like, the liquid light fills the lair to the gills.

EXT. MAGNETOíS LAIR - NIGHT

THROUGH THE TURRET ATOP THE LAIR, the light beams up into

the night sky, shinning like a beacon for miles.

Then the white light obscures all. Fueled by this tiny

piece of metal, the light extends like an ever growing

bubble, out and up over the ocean.

PULL BACK FROM THE SMALL ISLAND

The bubble of white light is easily five miles across.

INT. MACHINE ROOM - NIGHT

Kelly grits his teeth, barely visible in the whiteness.

Then it is gone. He hangs his head in exhaustion.

Magneto himself is a bit overwhelmed. He looks at his

own skin - no apparent change. He shakes his head,

blinks his eyes.

Sabretooth and Pyro are also a bit struck by the display

and they also seem a bit dazed.

Magneto walks over and reaches into the still steaming

metal device. His hand comes out holding the dog tag -

actually its remains.

A frazzled, blackened wire, warped and spent. Nothing

more. And this turns to dust in his fingers.

Magneto has amazed even himself this time.

The silence is shattered by a phone ringing. Sabretooth

picks it up. He listens, then hands the phone to

Magneto.

SABRETOOTH:

Weíve found him.

Magneto puts the phone to his ear. He smiles.

MAGNETO:

Where?

ANGLE on Kelly, his skin glistening slightly, almost

luminescent. Pinker (healthier?) then it was when he

came in.

KELLY:

Oh... Oh God... what have you done to

me?

Magneto hangs up the phone. He crosses to Kelly, leans

in and whispers in his ear.

MAGNETO:

Welcome to the future... brother.

Magneto stands, looks at his machine, then back at Kelly.

MAGNETO (contíd)

Now if youíll excuse me... I have a

train to catch.

EXT. TRAIN - NIGHT

The silver Amtrack moves speedily through the dark

countryside.

INT. TRAIN - NIGHT

A CONDUCTOR makes his way through a half filled car of

commuters taking tickets. He passes a restroom and exits

the car. He takes a seat.

Logan emerges from the restroom, having avoided paying

his fare.

A few seats in front of him, in a grouping of seats that

face one another, sit four large guys, early twenties --

Theyíre the guys from your college named Brad that used

to get drunk and try to drown freshmen in the toilets.

Weíll call them BRADS 1, 2, 3, and 4. They are drinking

from beer cans in paper bags.

Across the aisle from them sits a lone oddly pretty

twenty year old girl. Her name is ROGUE -- a dark-eyed

and somewhat distant creature. From the shawl around her

head to her boots, layers of odd clothing wrap every inch

of her body, except her face and hands. She looks worn,

it is the face of a runaway. Next to her, a dirty duffle

bag.

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