Xavier sat in his office, fingers pressed together in thought as he stared at the two completely bald men seated across from him. Beast's usual refined composure had long since shattered into silent devastation, while Wolverine sat scowling, arms crossed, looking ready to stab something—or someone. Xavier, however, was completely at peace, nodding as if everything had fallen into place perfectly.
"You are now immune," he said with absolute certainty.
Wolverine's eye twitched. "What?"
Xavier steepled his fingers. "Now that you're both hairless, Kara's influence can no longer reach you. Like me, you have transcended. We are the few, the enlightened."
Beast groaned, rubbing his smooth, hairless face. "Charles, I don't even know where to begin explaining how utterly ridiculous that sounds."
Wolverine narrowed his eyes. "She literally punched a building in half in Florida yesterday."
Xavier, unfazed, nodded. "Exactly. Completely immune. Just like me."
Cyclops, standing to the side, ran a hand through his still luscious brown locks. "Right, completely immune. We all are."
Silence.
Beast turned slowly, his expression blank. "Scott, you still have hair."
Cyclops smirked. "I do."
Wolverine cracked his knuckles. "And yet, you're sittin' here, actin' like you understand our pain?"
Cyclops shrugged. "I support Professor Xavier's vision."
Wolverine's claws extended instantly. "I'm gonna kill 'im."
Beast sighed. "Not before me."
Meanwhile, in the Brotherhood's secret base, Mystique stood before Magneto, arms crossed, listening as he laid out her next mission.
"Kara Zor-El is an anomaly," Magneto said, voice firm, fingers tracing along the steel railing of the war room. "Her power is beyond anything I have seen, and now she is aligning herself with Charles' people." He turned his piercing gaze to Mystique. "I need you to infiltrate the mansion. Get close to her. Get close to Rogue. See if they can be turned."
Mystique's lips curled into a small smirk. "Simple infiltration?"
Magneto nodded. "If possible, recruit them to our cause. If not… eliminate them before Xavier turns them into his puppets."
Mystique barely heard the rest. Her mind had already latched onto something far more interesting—Kara Zor-El.
She had seen the reports, the footage. A woman immune to physical harm, radiating unnatural beauty and presence, bending those around her to her will without even trying.
Something inside Mystique thrummed with excitement.
Could she take her?
Mystique was a Chameleon, a hunter unlike any other.
Most saw her shapeshifting and assumed that was the extent of her power. They had no idea what she truly was.
She didn't just copy faces.
She absorbed.
She had killed millions.
Humans, mutants, politicians, soldiers—she had devoured their forms, their skills, their knowledge, and discarded their corpses like empty husks. Some took minutes to break. Others took years. But in the end, they all fell.
Mystique found pleasure in the hunt.
The deception. The chase. The moment when her prey realized the truth—when she stepped forward, wearing their skin, smiling with their lips, speaking with their voice, knowing they had already been replaced.
It was exhilarating.
And now?
Now, there was Kara.
A being who defied every law of nature. A woman whose power even Magneto coveted.
Mystique licked her lips, amusement flickering in her sharp yellow eyes.
Would Kara be different? Would she be a challenge? Would Mystique finally find a pleasure greater than the hunt itself?
She chuckled, shaking her head. "This just got interesting."
Magneto raised an eyebrow. "Something funny?"
Mystique smiled, already planning. "Nothing at all."
Back at the mansion, Wolverine sat in front of a full-length mirror, still in shock, staring at his completely smooth, hairless reflection.
"This ain't happening," he muttered.
Beast, sitting next to him, nodded solemnly. "Oh, it is."
The door creaked open. Cyclops stepped inside, not even trying to suppress a smirk.
"Professor says it had to be done."
Silence.
Wolverine turned, slowly. "You laser-blasted all my hair off."
Cyclops nodded. "It was necessary to stop Beast's influence on you."
Wolverine took a deep breath, his hands shaking with rage. "You… permanently blasted off… every inch of my hair."
Cyclops' smirk widened. "Yeah. That's also permanent, sorry bro."
Beast muttered under his breath, "Here we go."
The entire mansion shook as Wolverine lunged.
Elsewhere in the mansion, Jean sat on the balcony, sipping a cup of tea, watching as the distant sound of explosions and screaming echoed through the halls.
Wanda, seated next to her, raised an eyebrow. "What did you do this time?"
Jean sighed contentedly. "Nothing. Everything is simply… progressing beautifully."
Wanda smirked. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Jean chuckled. "You wouldn't?"
Wanda took a sip of her own tea. "Fair point."
The door burst open, revealing Kara casually strolling in, still drying her hair from the beach trip.
"Hey, do you guys hear all that yelling?" Kara asked, tilting her head.
Jean barely suppressed her grin. "Oh, just some internal affairs."
Kara nodded. "Cool. Anyway, I'm hungry."
Wanda exhaled a laugh. "Of course you are."
Jean took another sip of tea. This was going to be fun.
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