Summary: He turns on the ground, facing a scene dredged up from his nightmares. As Moira starts to shoot, he scrambles to his feet, a yell forming in his throat. A fiery jab in his gut that spreads like burning venom, and he's screaming in pure agony.
Rating: M/NC-17
Author: Stylet-Rogue
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anyone in the X-Men series. They belong to the god's of Marvel.
A/N: I've been obsessing over this for weeks, finally writing one. Here's the prologue.
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He's already tackled Erik to the ground, and Erik has already left him there, reeling, for his own cause. As Charles gasps in breaths he flicks over everyone's thoughts. Well, almost everyones. The one person who needs to read the most at this moment is blocked from him by that bloody helmet.
Everyone is projecting the same, or nearly the same thing. Panic. All with the exception of Azazel and his fellow crew. Raven, Alex, Sean, and Hank are all conflicted, they don't know what to do. But it's the thoughts of one CIA agent that has Charles' head whipping up from the ground.
Has to end- Can't let this happen- No, no, no- Gotta shoot- I can't miss. Bad things if I miss, so many- Oh God they're fast-!
He turns on the ground, facing a scene dredged up from his nightmares. As Moira starts to shoot, he scrambles to his feet, a yell forming in his throat. In some part of his mind, Charles can't blame Erik for defending himself- instinct, and Erik is a man of instinct.
A sudden fiery jab in his gut that spreads like burning venom stops all thought, and he's screaming in pure agony. He's vaguely aware that it's his screaming, that Erik's head has whipped around to stare in horror as blood seeps through Charles' fingers, and that it's Erik that catches him as his body falls stiff in pain to the ground.
He isn't aware that it's Raven's screams he hears in the background, or Sean and Alex's cries of alarm, or Angel's gasp of shock and horror. All he's aware of is the pain, the pain of a bullet- of Moira's bullet- embedded in him. A hot knife stabbed and twisting in his gut that's laced with acid and poison. His eyes can't open, he's screaming to much, it hurts too much!
But somewhere he is vaguely aware of a mind that's suddenly been open to him, of a mind that he is longing to immerse himself in to just make it stop...