The roof of the X-Mansion is torn off and strewn about the front yard, the building itself is split like a gaping wound. The Master of Magnetism descends from the night in search of a man he both respects and despises.
“Oh Charles, how did it come to this?”
He sifts through the wreckage, tearing down walls, burrowing deeper into the bowels of the house Xavier built, until finally, he sees it. A massive circular door, protecting a massive spherical room: Cerebro; Xavier’s telepathy-enhancing machine that boosts his powers to astronomical levels.
“Come on now Charles, what is hiding going to accomplish? There are only so many places you can be, and within your little toy is the most predictable.”
With a flick of his wrist, Erik Lehnsherr rips the door from its locks and hinges sending it crashing down the hallway behind him. Casually, and yet cautiously he enters, the darkness enveloping him.
“Charles?” he asks the shadows.
“I am truly sorry Erik”, he hears from the abyss. Xavier wheels into the light, his head adorned with the uplink to Cerebro. “Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.”
Xavier bows his head and a single tear rolls down his cheek.
“Wait! Charles! Please!?” Lehnsherr pleads, his eyes roll back into his head and all he sees is light; he is overcome with a feeling of calm. He crumples to the floor; his helmet useless against Xavier’s augmented abilities. With one last gasp he reaches towards the light and squeezes, the Professor’s headgear shudders then collapses in on itself, crushing his skull. Charles Xavier is dead, and Magneto is left alone in the darkness with only his thoughts.