This isn’t the actual comic script I have written but instead an extended summary, so when the scenes get glitchy use your imagination visualize the story. Sorry if that confuses anyone.
Part 1: A Meeting of Two Worlds
Deep underground in a secure facility, in the heart of the savage land. Erik Lensherr, better known as Magneto infamous leader of the Brotherhood, sits in a mediated state in a throne made from metal. His eyes and gently closed and his hands lay relaxed on the arms of the chair. Although the lights are off in the room, the reflection from the wall of TV screens in front of him, each one playing a news broadcast from around the world, illuminates the walls around him to show the bareness of his chambers. Emptied walls on three sides and the screens in front of him, no way in or out to speak off.
“Magneto and his Brotherhood of Evil Mutants were stopped today by the X-Men. Magneto planned on taking over and launching NUCLEAR warheads from a secrete base in Nevada and plotted to bring the end of society as we know it. It is unclear now if Magneto was captured or if yet again he escaped arrest,” says one of the screens. Erik opens his eyes, stands up and throws his hand, open palmed, towards the TV screen. Although he never makes physical contact with the screen it implodes into itself.
“Damn them, I will have my day,” he says monotone. He points to a corner where his black helmet lays and motions with his hands towards himself. The helmet flies of and lands on his head gracefully. With the helmet on his ensemble is complete, Black helmet which covers his entire head minus his eyes, nose and mouth; a red long-sleeved jacket, leather black gloves, black pants and a cape which is black on the outside and red underneath. Erik reaches up and adjusts his helmet just as a thick cloud of red smoke appears with a BAMF. Un-startled Erik looks over to the demon now occupying the room with him.
“This has better be important to disturb me while I’m in my slumbers Azazel,” Erik hisses towards the red skinned demon who is wearing a similar wardrobe as Erik, minus the helmet and a hole cut out of the pants just big enough to fit his red tail.
“It is, my lord,” Azazel says tilting his head towards the ground making sure not to make eye contact, “We have an inbound object. Looks set to crash in the center of the Savage Land.”
“Where did it depart from?”
“That’s just the thing my lord, looks to have come from deep space. Should break orbit in a matter of minutes.”
“Well, you know the drill alert the gunnery crew. Destroy the asteroid before it gets close.”
“I wouldn’t have alerted you of the matter if it wasn’t for the fact the Ms. Frost has sensed a life form on board of the incoming craft.”
“Interesting indeed,” he pauses glances at the TV screens still broadcasting the coverage of him not the spacecraft, “In that case have the Gunnery crew stand down and we’ll meet it in the field. Tell Emma and Cain I want them there with me, along with yourself Azazel.” And with that Azazel vanishes in a cloud of red smoke and another BAMF. Erik studies the screens once again,
Is this some type of ploy Charles? Armory. Underground somewhere in the heart of the Savage Land. A warehouse sized room littered with cargo containers of weapons and other artifacts line the walls and floor space of the Brotherhood’s Armory. In the center of the room is a single man lays on his back on top of a workout bench. Both of his hands are gripping a steal bar and easily pushing it up and down. On either end of the bar is a two thousand pound weight. The bad lighting in the warehouse makes it hard to get an exact feel for the size of this man. BAMF. Azazel appears besides him, but he keeps pushing the weight up and down effortlessly.
“Cain, Magneto calls for you assistance top side,” Azazel says. Cain stops mid push and heaves the bar across the room, crashing it into the side of a cargo container. He sits up and then slides his legs over the bench and stands. He towers over the six foot tall Azazel, and easily quadrupled his weight. Cain walks over to an upright container; this one is smaller than the rest and is sealed shut. Only way to open it is with the right palm print to the reader attached to the see through door. Cain places his right hand to the reader and it hisses open, flooding the room with the light from within. Within the container is a red helmet similar to that of Magneto’s but much larger and far less open. Cain’s helmet covers his head completely minus two eye holes and a missing triangle piece exposing his nose and mouth. Can grabs the helmet and places on top of his head. His metal, sleeves shirt automatically seals the helmet to itself making it one complete piece. Azazel walks over to him and lays a hand on Cain’s arm and they booth vanish in a cloud of red Smoke.
Surface side of the Savage Land. Erik stands at the front of the triangle formation with Cain and Azazel to his left and Emma Frost to his right. All four of them are staring up into the sky as a fireball hurdles towards them. Magneto turns towards Cain and nods. Cain takes the silent signal and steps forward towards the front of the formation.
“Emma, do one last scan of the craft and make sure it is not a trap. Azazel come here, if things are to go not according to plan take me to my safe house,” Magneto orders to his soldiers, “And Cain whatever you do, Don’t drop it.” With that Azazel moves behind Magneto and places a hand on his shoulder and Cain just grunts with amusement.
“I’m positive, there is a life force on board and it seems to be very powerful,” Emma says as the fireball gets less than hundred feet in the air still heading right towards them. It’s crashing through trees and not slowing down at all. It is within ten feet of the group traveling well over 300 miles per hour and at ground level with Cain, Who just smiles, opens his arms up as if he was going to hug the thing and says “Come to daddy.”
The fireball collides with Cain with such force that it makes a sonic boom but Cain Doesn’t move an inch. Instead the fireball stops dead in its tracks. Cain lets go of the craft, setting in on the ground and walks back behind Magneto.
“It’s all yours,” Cain says. Magneto reaches out his hand and senses that the fireball is actually made of metal. He raises his hand and the craft fallows his motion. Magneto twirls his finger around in a twister like motion and the craft begins to spin, slowly at first but soon it picks up speed and the fires began to dissipate, revealing a shiny metal space ship too small to house any normal says man. Magneto sets the ship down and walks over to it. Once by its side Magneto glides his hand over it and stops abruptly and jerks his hand back as if he was controlling some kind of puppet. In responses to the jerk a sheet of metal peels off and goes fling into a tree.
Magneto smiles at the inside the ship and a baby starts to cry from within. Emma rushes over and sees that inside the craft is a small infant boy. The Boy has thick black hair and is wearing nothing but a necklace and with as “S” pendant on it. Magneto reaches down and picks up the baby. Once the baby fully leaves the small pedestal it was lying on and hologram appears of an elderly man dressed in a military like chainmail outfit with the same “S” as the baby wears.
“Greetings my name is Jar-El and what I am about to tell you is of grave importance. The infant you are holding is my son, Kal-El. He posses many great abilities and will be useful in the saving of your planet from its many hardships to come. I selected you; Martha and Jonathon Kent, to look after my boy for you seem to be great people. I have studied you and your plant for many years and it seems you are fit for such a great duty. Please take great care of him. And when he is of age show him the craft for only he can play the rest of the message and unlock the true meaning behind his life.” With that the hologram fades and disappears and Magneto is left holding Kal-El.
“What do we have here?” Magneto says smiling to himself.
COMING SOON:
What if…Superman Part II:
With Great Power…Comes Great Destruction!