Make me stop!

As the police sirens wailed in the distance, Jagnar stayed there, watching Magneto. There were voices in his head telling him to kill, kill, and kill.

As Jagnar stood amidst the whispers in his head, a faint golden glow enveloped his body. He struggled against the insidious voices, fighting to suppress the urges they incited within him. These voices had plagued him for some time, but he had always managed to ignore them—until now.

His concentration shattered, and Jagnar remained motionless, caught in the grip of internal turmoil. Sensing his vulnerability, Emma approached cautiously, her telepathic powers probing his mind, seeking to exploit his inner turmoil for her own ends.

Meanwhile, the police had surrounded the area, their presence adding to the tension that hung in the air. Outside the perimeter, the police maintained a watchful stance, their presence a constant reminder of the impending danger that loomed over them all. 

A ship descended from above, carrying Charles Xavier, Logan, Scott, and Raven. They had tracked the location and arrived to witness the aftermath of the brutal clash between Jagnar and Magneto.

As Charles approached Jagnar, his gentle yet commanding presence sought to soothe the troubled young man. His gaze shifted to Magneto, lying motionless on the ground, his arms severed by Jagnar's devastating attack. Logan and Scott, still reeling from the shocking display of violence, stared at Magneto in disbelief.

Jagnar's hands and attire were stained with blood, a stark reminder of the brutality of the confrontation. Charles, ever the voice of reason and compassion, reached out to Jagnar, his words a beacon of calm amidst the chaos.

"We're here to help you, Jagnar," Charles said softly, his eyes conveying understanding and empathy. "But we need to understand what happened here. Can you tell us?"

Jagnar's gaze shifted between Charles and Magneto, his inner turmoil evident. He turned to look at Charles, his eyes glowing with a thick golden hue. The voices in his head continued their relentless chorus, urging him towards further violence.

In the midst of the tense standoff, Raven approached, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Jagnar, please," she implored, her voice filled with genuine concern. "We need to know what happened."

As Raven continued to approach him despite his warning, Jagnar felt a surge of frustration and desperation. With a swift motion, he kicked his foot against the ground, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth beneath him. The ground quaked under his power, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil.

Clutching his head, Jagnar let out an ear-splitting scream, the sound echoing through the air and reverberating in his mind. There was a loud boom in the air, sending waves across the park, startling everyone in and around the park. The shockwaves caused by Jagnar's outburst sent people stumbling and objects tumbling to the ground. As the chaos settled, Raven stood in awe, realizing the magnitude of Jagnar's power.

The sheer intensity of the moment brought him back to his senses, his thoughts momentarily clear amidst the chaos.

Looking around, Jagnar saw Raven and Charles attempting to reason with him, their expressions filled with concern and determination. But he knew that their intentions were not entirely benevolent. They sought to control him, to confine him once more to the confines of a laboratory.

After what they saw today, they wouldn't just sit and talk to him.

"Leave me alone."

Warning them to stay back, Jagnar felt the weight of their collective gaze upon him. He understood the gravity of the situation—he couldn't allow himself to be captured or subdued, not again. The mere thought of returning to the confines of a laboratory filled him with a deep-seated rage.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Jagnar focused his mind on his psionic powers. As Raven and the others continued to approach, he felt a surge of power coursing through him.

Raven, reaching out, put her hand on his shoulder. Then Jagnar opened his eyes and looked right in the eye.

The next second, she suddenly found herself lifted into the air, her body suspended by an unseen force. Panic flickered across her face as she struggled against her involuntary ascent.

Ignoring the pleas of Charles and Logan, Jagnar remained resolute. He refused to be caged once more, determined to assert his autonomy and freedom at any cost.

As Logan lunged at him, claws bared, Jagnar met his gaze with unyielding resolve. Catching the adamantium blades with his bare hands, he stared into Logan's eyes with a steely determination.

"Don't make me do this, kid," Logan warned, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and resignation.

"Make me stop then."

Jagnar's response was swift and decisive. With a display of raw power, he ripped the blades from Logan's hands, causing the mutant to cry out in pain.

Unleashing a powerful kick, Jagnar sent Logan hurtling through the ground, the force of the impact cleaving the ground beneath him. As Logan crashed into a wall on the other side of the road, Jagnar stood tall, his defiance unbroken.

The standoff had escalated into a display of unparalleled power and determination, with Jagnar refusing to back down in the face of overwhelming opposition.