Pray

YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED!

He couldn't help but snarl, he should have, he should have.

YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED!

LISTEN TO US!

WE ARE YOU!

Tomura growled viciously as his grip around the woman's wrist tightened.

He was about to do something stupid but the loud buzzing of a vehicle disturbed him. He looked through the window on his right, only to see a familiar jet.

"Shit" the guy behind him said with a growl in his own voice, Tomura couldn't however sense any emotion in Natalia's face.

He watched as a group of mutants exited the jet, how could this get any worse. He sighed as he tightened his grip even further on the woman's wrist.

He noticed the gun barrel press harder against his skull, so he was watching.

The man in the wheelchair came out the jet with a group following him, he recognised only the wolverine from said group.

"SHIELD agent drop the gun from the head of a student of mine, before I make you" The man's voice was surprisingly intimidating as it seemed to echo through Tomuras head.

"Tomura as soon as the gun is dropped you let go of that woman's wrist, or else I will make you." Charles Xavier said in that serious tone.

Tomura felt his blood run cold once more, how did he know, how did he even know his name?

Destro-I can read minds dear boy, and let me tell you, yours is awfully cluttered but I won't peek.

Tomuras eyes widened even further, how the hell had the man cut off the hand?

DESTR-

The voice was cut off with no effort.

His mind raced, but he let go of Natalia's wrist and raised his hands.

He was trying to contact the hand, he couldn't let his thoughts be known to this mutant.

destroy, destroy, destroy.

He could hear the hand whispering in his head, and he tried talk to it.

Hand, block my head from this mutant.

destroy,destroy,destroy,destroy.

He felt trapped cornered in this small part of his mind, he should have never have come here.

"Nice idea, the blocker, I still can't believe you guys have tech that can block Cerebro it's tr-"

He should have listened to the damn hand!

"Oh don't worry about that Xavier, he's ours, he won't cause much more trouble."

Why didn't he listen to the damn hand.

He still had the gun to the back of his head.

Suddenly his mind flashed with the image of the hand, it looked withered. It's energy seemed to be seeping out of the entity.

Tomuras eyes slid to the distracted looking bald man, because of him that hand is withered.

Mutants

They ruin everything, the woman across from him has ruined everything.

His fist clenched as his red eyes met with Natalia, they were manic looking as they narrowed onto the figure opposite him.

"Fuck you" his voice echoed around the small restaurant and silenced the mutants conversion with the man behind him.

Natalia's eyes narrowed on the young teenager.

I'm going to kill the one behind me, I'm going to kill them all!

The manic thought raced through his mind like a promise, Charles reacted accordingly and instead of exerting all of of his effort on trying to hold back that hand entity and controlling the powerful mutant, he would simply control the human that was about to be killed and get him out of there before Tomura could attack.

So Clint jumped back with no control over his limbs, just to be safe Charles made the man throw his gun out the door so the man wouldn't shoot.

Natalia watched with widened eyes as her partner jumped back with no control of his own, her eyes dropped down to the grinning teenager staring into her eyes with his glinting red ones.

In a burst of movement that was surprisingly fast, too fast even. The teenager burst forward with his palm outreached aimed at her face.

Charles had no time to stop it, he had just made a fatal mistake.

Natasha dodged under the hit and rolled out the way of another palm that came crashing down at her.

His hit cracked the floor below her and sent them both falling as the floor suddenly disintegrated into dust leaving a very unstable foundation for them to work with.

She carefully jumped back again out of the way of a hit he suddenly back pulled back from.

A feint, for what?

He turned and jumped over the counter at the cashier, said cashier now had a gun pulled on the teen.

The very same cashier was suddenly a pile of blood and bone less than a second later as the teenagers grinning visage tore her coworker apart with his deadly mutation.

She saw an arrow rush past them straight into the teenagers back that sent him sprawling behind the counter.

She had been outsmarted by the teenager, she was trying to lead him back to Clint and he had just led her to Agent Law.

She reached for her own gun out of her empty holster. She looked down with widened eyes at the empty holster.

"No…" she looked up at the laughing teenager now peeking over the counter and taking shots at Clint's form with her gun.

When?

The X-Men were now rushing past Clint with a man made of metal stood in front of the agent taking bullets with ease for him.

She noticed Wolverine diving towards the counter and taking bullets to the chest without even pausing.

—

As soon as Charles Xavier noticed his fatal error he had dropped his control of all the shield agents in the area and focused on knocking out the child.

But instead of entering the boys head and finding a cluttered mess of memories like he found not even a minute earlier, he came to a new place.

He was in some sort of place of worship, he could tell by the wooden carved pews behind him and the dark stone podium ahead of him.

A large rotting gray hand was stood at said podium with a stained glass window behind the being with a humanoid figure he recognised behind it.

It was Tomura, the stained glass had him as the centre piece with his arms spread out and a crown of hands placed delicately on his head. Every window in this place was depicting Tomura in different glorious scenarios.

Charles then looked at the engravings all filled with Tomura surrounding him and came to one realisation, this whole church was built for one being.

The cracked blood red floors, the wooden carved altars, the statues lining the walls, the engravings filling every wall and the stained glass windows, this wall all for one man.

Tomura.