Re: Alone
Of course they'd turned on him, he'd expected it; when you had power, someone else always wanted. Fools, all of them. It was a shame to have to kill his own kind, but they'd got what they'd deserved for defying him. Erik hated it, but he'd been forced to flee knowing that without the Brotherhood to keep them in check, the others would inevitably rise up. Mindless sheep, following the herd, but powerful enough together to overwhelm even Magneto. He'd cut his losses, and he'd run for the city. There would be more places to lay low there, and if anyone got in his way they'd be easy to dispatch.
Erik's foray into New York City began with throwing a truck into a horde of armed people, stopping a cloud of bullets, and bringing down an entire apartment high rise. The last had been, admittedly, just for kicks. Always nice to be one of the biggest fish in the pond. Eventually he found himself cutting through an alleyway somewhere in midtown to get out of the way of a large mob chasing a much smaller one (far be it from him to ruin anyone else's fun that wasn't directed towards himself). Halfway down the dark alley he paused, tilted his head, sure that he'd seen something in the shadows.