The Second Uncanny Issue of X-Men! Making 'X2' Page #5

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Why stop there? It'd be easier

to round up mutants by the truckload.

- Or maybe you'd like an all-out war?

- Oh, please.

- Turn that sh*t off, Lou.

- A lot on your mind?

Mr Laurio?

I'm Grace.

You want another beer?

Of course you do.

- You're really aggressive.

- Yes, I am.

I've never hooked up with

a girl like you before.

I know.

- It's kind of dirty in here, don't you think?

- That's the idea.

Velcro?

Nice.

- Bottoms up.

- I certainly hope so.

Bottoms up.

- William...

- Please, Xavier, don't get up.

I call it the neural inhibitor.

It keeps you outta here.

- What have you done with Scott?

- Don't worry.

I'm just giving him a little re-education.

Of course, you know

all about that, don't you?

You wanted me to cure your son,

but mutation is not a disease.

You're lying.

You were more frightened of him than I was.

Just one year after Jason returned

from your school, my wife...

You see, he resented us.

He blamed us for his condition,

so he would toy with our minds,

projecting visions and scenarios

into our brains.

My wife, in the end,

she took a power drill to her left temple

in an attempt to bore the images out.

My boy - the great illusionist.

For someone who hates mutants,

you certainly keep some strange company.

They serve their purpose,

as long as they can be controlled.

You arranged the attack on the president.

You didn't even have to read my mind.

I've been working with mutants

as long as you have, Xavier,

but the most frustrating thing I've learned

is nobody really knows how many even exist

or how to find them.

Except you.

Unfortunately, this little potion

won't work on you, will it?

You're much too powerful for that.

Instead, we'll go right to the source.

Allow me to introduce mutant 143.

The fluid secreted by his brain

acts as a mind-controlling agent.

But that's only where it begins.

Jason?

My God, William. This is your son.

- What have you done to him?

- No, Charles.

My son is dead.

Just like the rest of you.

Mom? Dad?

Ronny? Is anybody home?

I'll try and find you some clothes.

Don't burn anything.

I found some of my mom's old clothes.

I think they're from before I was born.

Groovy.

Hello?

Jean. Where are you?

These are my grandmother's.

Thanks.

You won't hurt me.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Ronny, next time you...

Who the hell are you?

- Aren't you supposed to be at school?

- Bobby, who is this guy?

This is Professor Logan.

There's something I need to tell you.

You're clear.

Have a nice sleep, Lehnsherr?

- There's something different about you.

- Yeah. I was having a good day.

It's not that.

Sit down.

- Sit your ass down.

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