Magneto
John was fed up. He went to Magneto's room, and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Magneto replied, with a bored tone. St. John felt very unesy as he saw the sedated Xavier strapped down to the bed.
"Yes?" Meagneto asked.
"Erik," St. John said, "I want out. I can't do this. It's inhumane the way we're keeping them all locked up in here. They haven't been outside in weeks. It's not right. I want to leave."
"And where would you go?" Erik asked, an amused look on his face. "They certainly won't take you back at the school. Your parents kicked you out years ago, though I'm sure you father misses his little twinkie occasionally. No, all you have is me. Unless you want to go back to sucking dick for money, like you were when I found you." John looked at his feet.
"No sir."
"I was so good to you. I took you in when nobody else would. I never asked any favours of you. I treated you like my own son. And then when you wanted to leave me, to go to that degenerate school, I let you, didn't I?"
"Yes sir," John said, still staring at the patterns in the carpeting.
"And then, I took you back again, only to have you leave again. It doesn't seem to me that you are treating me as fairly as I've been treating you, don't you think?"
"No sir," John mumbled.
"And now you're going to leave me again, eh?"
"No sir," John said, almost imperciptibly.
"What was that?"
"No sir," he said louder.
"Good. Now, please go. My dear Charles should be waking up soon, and we need to spend some quality time together."
"Yes sir," St. John said, as he turned and left. He curled up on his bed and let the tears come. He would go to hell, that was sure. He didn't deserve to live. He was scum.