X-Men: Days of Future Past Page #5

Ooh, top marks.

Like I said, you are perceptive.

The Professor I know

would never turn his back...

on someone who'd

lost their path.

Especially someone he loved.

You know...

I think I do

remember you now.

Yeah. Tall, angry fellow

with the contentious hair.

We came to you a long time ago...

seeking your help.

And I'm gonna say to you

what you said to us then.

F*** off.

Listen to me,

you little sh*t.

I've come a long way,

and I've watched a lot of people die.

Good people. Friends.

If you're gonna

wallow in self-pity...

and do nothing, then you're

gonna watch the same thing...

you understand?

We all have to

die sometime.

Told you there was

no professor here.

What the hell happened to him?

He lost everything.

Erik, Raven...

his legs.

We built the school,

the labs, this whole place...

then, just after

the first semester...

the war in Vietnam got worse.

Many of the teachers...

and older students

were drafted.

It broke him.

He retreated into himself.

I wanted to help,

do something...

so I designed a serum

to treat his spine...

derived from the same formula that

helps me control my mutation.

I take just enough

to keep myself balanced...

but he takes too much.

I tried easing him back...

but he just couldn't bear

the pain, the voices.

The treatment

gives him his legs...

but it's not enough.

He's...

He's just lost too much.

You're not scared of me?

I always believed I couldn't be

the only one in the world.

Charles Xavier.

Raven.

You're hungry and alone.

Take whatever you want.

We've got lots of food.

You don't have to steal.

In fact...

you never have to

steal again.

And that's a promise.

I'll help you get her.

Not for any of your future shite,

but for her.

Fair enough.

But I'll tell you this.

You don't know Erik.

That man is a monster.

A murderer.

You think you can

convince Raven to change?

To come home?

That's splendid.

But what makes you think

you can change him?

Because you and Erik sent

me back here together.

The room

they're holding him in

was built during

the Second World War...

when there was

a shortage of steel.

So the foundation is pure

concrete and sand. No metal.

He's being held...

a hundred floors

beneath the most

heavily guarded

building on the planet.

Why is he in there?

What, he forgot

to mention?

Uh, JFK.

He killed...

What else explains a bullet

miraculously curving through the air?

Erik's always had

a way with guns.

Are you sure you want

to carry on with this?

This is your plan,

not mine.

We don't have any

resources to get us in.

Or out.

It's just me and Hank.

I knew a guy.

Yeah, he'd be

a young man now.

Grew up outside of D.C.

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