Adeline is one of the powerful mutants Charles has ever met. While she may be uncertain of herself and unstable, once her abilities are harnessed, she will be most usefull to them, both in defense and training others. Despite this, something about her doesn't sit right with Erik. From the moment she takes his hand and replicates his mutation, he knows she will end up being his ultimate demise. He vows never to trust her and bring her down, ignoring the possibility of there being something more between them.
A Beginning
"The CIA has had her locked up for how long?"
"Six months, more or less."
"And we're only finding out about her now? After Shaw's attack?"
Charles stopped in the middle of the hall, putting a hand on his friend's arm to stop him as well. "There is no time for an angry outburst, Erik. We can't afford it at this point."
Erik tore his arm from the other's grasp, steel gaze cold. "Yet we have time to parade about with the CIA in order to recruit one mutant, when we could be training the others for a war?"
Charles raised an eyebrow at his friend's forceful tone. "If there is a war-"
"There will be, Charles, no point denying it now."
"- Then this mutant is the key to coming out on the winning side."
There was silence upon Erik's part. As the two continued down the long hallway, Charles could feel Erik's mind wrestling with ideas, most angry and bitter, but did not pry to see what he was actually thinking.
"You the mutants?" A gruff voice called to them. Erik and Charles looked up to the man in a suit, only the latter hiding his expression of disgust.
"Yes, so I believe you know why we've come?"
The man nodded, though froze momentarily when he saw the cold look Erik was giving him. Then, with a small shudder, he turned back to Charles. "I've got to warn you again, though; this mutant is not one to be messed with. Every agent and scientist we've sent in has sworn never to go back."
Neither men seemed the least bit surprised. In fact, Charles could feel the excitement growing inside him and let a grin slip onto his face. "Thank you, but I assure you; we can handle ourselves. Shall we?"
After a moment of hesitance, the agent let out a hmph, and gestured for the two men to follow him.
Erik and Charles were led down several narrow halls and down elevators until they found themselves stepping into the basement. Which, appeared to be only one room, sealed off with a large metal door.
Charles could feel Erik sigh at the sight of it, most likely planning a possible emergency escape route.
"I'll have to send someone down with the key, but for now, feel free to look in through that window. It's one sided, so you can see it but it can't see you."
After a long period of silence Erik finally broke, head snapping to the agent. "It?" He repeated, though with much more venom.
The agent jumped back in surprise, and when his glare did not falter he quickly moved back into the elevator. "You'll find out for yourself soon enough," He practically squeaked, pressing down on a button until the elevator doors finally closed.
The two mutants stood in silence for what felt like a decade. Then, still with an excited grin, Charles turned to Erik. "Shall we take a look?"
Grudgingly, Erik nodded, somewhat anxious though concealing this from his friend. He stared after Charles, who quickly made his way to the window and peered in.
The room was quite plain, with the walls and floors white. There were no windows, nor was there much of anything else. In the corner of the room there was a small cot, one that neither men would have been able to fit on. A metal table and matching chairs were the last things to decorate the room. That and what sat in the chair nearest to the window.
It was a girl, much to both men's surprise. Though her back was to them, they could tell that she was quite thin, signs of not having eaten much in months. Her skin was creamy pale, a large contrast with her dark, fiery hair. She wore what looked to be a hospital gown, the think fabric covering her shoulder and was fastened all the way down the back.
Charles felt Erik looking in over his shoulder. He made a noise that suggested he was unsatisfied. "It's just a girl." He snapped, silently cursing both Charles and the CIA for putting them through so much trouble just to see her.
His friend surprised him by chuckling lightly. "That, my friend, is where you're wrong." When Erik raised an eyebrow, he chuckled some more. "We'll find out once an agent comes to open the door."
Frowning, Erik looked back at the girl, hoping to spot something out of the ordinary. She was sitting completely still, making him wonder if she was either asleep, or possibly dead.
Suddenly, she raised her hand. She let it linger in the air for a moment before resting it down on the table. Erik could feel the vibrations of her fingers tapping the metal, and grew annoyed at the repetitive noise. His eyes trailed up her thin, frail arms until they stopped at the sleeve of the gown she wore. The blue stripes jumped out at him, and the entire image inside the room sent some unwanted memories back into his mind.
He stood slowly and adjusted his coat before turning to Charles. A smirk graced his lips, though the humour was dry and bitter instead of warm. "Why wait?" He mused.
Before Charles could protest, he raised his hand vertically inches in front of the metal door and without so much of blink, ripped it from its hinges and threw it into the room. It hit the far wall with a loud bang and shudder that could have been heard from miles away.
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