Xavier watches his X-Men try to break free.

“They weren’t doing that an hour ago…” Wondered Xavier, looking out his office window to the ruins of the dorm where the Blue Flu infected heroes were living. The building had been destroyed and the ones responsible were now body slamming themselves against the energy barrier that surrounded them. With the building reduced to a battered husk, the horde of blue furred beast people were trying to break themselves free, the look in their glowing eyes being both manic and feral. Curious, he used his telepathic abilities to delve deep into their minds. What he found were their wills suppressed by a constant flood of commands that made Charles cringe at how tacky it was.

“ALL HAIL DOOM, CONQUER IN THE NAME OF DOOM, DOOM IS ALL, DESTROY THE ENEMIES OF DOOM, ALL HAIL… Tape ended, please turn to side B… ALL HAIL DOOM, CONQUER IN THE NAME OF DOOM, DOOM IS ALL, DESTROY THE ENEMIES OF DOOM, ALL HAIL…”

Turning around and shaking his head, Xavier sat heavily at his office chair with a frown. Reaching for his phone, he dialed to the one responsible and waited for the dial tone to finish. “Hello, welcome to the Latvarian Embassy, unfortunately our illustrious leader is unavailable for…” Pressing his fingers to his forehead, Charles waited. “And cannot be reached at this… I will transfer you over immediately and then afterwards dunk my head in freezing water.”

“Damn right…”

Hearing the phone switch lines, Xavier drummed his fingers on the desk waiting to be connected.

“Who is this? I ordered no disturbances…”

“No more games Doom! I’m calling to resolve this now!”

“Ah, the professor of the special needs school, and how are we today?”

“You chrome plated son of a bitch, was this your plan? Turn my mutants into an army of blue bioweapons at your disposal? Well guess what bucko, I HAD THE IDEA FIRST!”

“Perhaps… But I was the one who implemented it without flaw, right now my beasts are trying to break free of your paltry enclosure, when they do, they will wreak havoc and I shall arrive to lay claim to the spoils.”

Standing up from his desk, Xavier sneered into the phone. “NOBODY takes control of my X-Men!... McCoy I don’t care though, as far as I’m concerned he’s lost his tenure at my school, but the second you think you can control my X-Men I shall reign down so much confusion and brainwashing down on your people that they’ll think they’re tourists at a failed euro-Disneyland resort!”

“…”

“Think of it Victor, thousand of your people reduced to slack-jawed hicks complaining about Mickey Mouse having a French accent and all the food and beer served under the metric system!... Think of the jeers.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I made your people do Gangun style to make you call me, what if I make them do Hola Back Girl from Stefani? Or Bohemian Rhapsody from Queen?”

“You play a dangerous game Professor Xavier…”

“Well? What’s it going to be Doom?”

“So be it… I shall deliver a package to you later today, to solve your ‘greatest’ problem.”

“It’s about damn time!” Doing a short victory dance on the spot, Charles could barely contain his mirth. “We’ll keep in touch.” Disconnecting the call, Charles sat back and pulled out a box of cigars. “Charles my boy… You did it again.”