Magneto
Magneto gazed down at the scurrying humanity below him, using his magnetic fields to keep himself aloft. Such small things. So insignicant. So tiny. Yet, like the soldier ant which in its millions makes all things in the jungle turn aside before they are devoured, they make homo superior pause in fear.
And we should not.
If only there were not so many of them...
Magneto smiled chillingly and raised his hands. The cars below him wavered, then began to rise. Screams sounded from the trapped humans, and also from the by standers. He drifted to the earth, and some man pointed a gun at him, face ugly with fear.
A flip of his hand and the gun spun, pointed at the man's head, a click, and blood sprayed everywhere. The body slumped to the ground.
"You homo sapiens and your guns..."
Magneto's lip curled in disgust and the cars floated eerily around him as he stood in the middle of the road. Screams had stilled to sobs for the most part, except for one woman's whose voice rose and fall in a sound of terror.
"Why are there so many of you, when it is obvious you have been outclassed? Why do you not simply curl up and die now that your purpose has been fulfilled? You were meant to bring a new race into being, and now that you have, you should finish being obstacles."
No retorts from the cowering humans around him.
"You make me feel violently ill with disgust."
Magneto conentrated and the cars began to fold in on themselves. The screaming reached fever pitch quickly as the people trapped inside were slowly crushed to death. The police arrived and Magneto quickly killed them as well.
That done, he strode to the shivering survivor, a wide eyed young boy who'd wet himself in fear as his mother was killed beside him.
"WHen the next load of police arrive, inform that Magneto, Master of Magnetism sends a warning to all humans alive on this earth. Admit your inferiority, or die. Each time I discover a mutant's death due to you inferior beings and your hatefilled fear, I will come forth and exterminate a hundred flatlines. Flatlines being what you so laughingly call normal human beings. I am a representative of what is now normal in the world...you are merely genetic holdovers."
Magneto patted the boy on the shoulder and the child fainted. Cloak drifting behind him, Magneto took to the skies.
He really must work at reforming the Brotherhood.