A/N: (later chapters are slash..)
This is my first time writing in a while, so don't judge.
If you would like me to write a similar story as a second chapter, but in Erik's point of view just leave a review. (If you are going to do that, please leave suggestions, they REALLY help me!)
The whole occurrence was shadowed and unreal. I can see it playing over and over again in my mind and I can't stop it. I don't want to see it anymore. I just want it to go away! I don't want to watch the one man I ever felt connected with change into a monster.
The image of his hand raising towards the sky haunts my mind as our doom halted for only a moment, before it was about to be forced upon someone else. I can feel my chest once again grow heavy as I realize what he was about to do.
I shout for him to stop.
He refuses.
My heart is beating more rapid and my hands are shaking. 'I can't let them die.' 'I can't let him do this'
His eyes are grey and determined.
I look out at the ships and I can't help but scream once more, "There are hundreds of men on those ships! Good, honest men!" I look at him.
"There just following orders!" My mouth goes dry the minute I uttered the words. If I just didn't say them... This is all my fault...
"I've been at the mercy of men just following orders," he looks at me and my eyes are scared and wide. I'm begging him to stop telepathically, but he can't hear me. "Never again," he says.
I look back out to sea; the missiles are getting closer. Hundreds of minds are wondering: "is this the end?"
My mind goes numb and I feel myself running at him, my eyes starting to water as my body clashes with his and we hit the ground. I can already tell that his concentration has been broken. I catch a glimpse of his face, and he's angry with me. I did what I had to do Erik, can't you see? I try to grab at him and hold him down, but he's larger and stronger than I. He easily breaks free and his elbow collides with my face. Dazed and hurt, he easily pushes me off. He gets up and his hand rises again. I can only guess that he has rescued a few missiles.
I hear gun shots and my heart stops. I can't see to well with the pain impairing my eyesight and I start making my way to Erik, thinking for a moment he could be dead. My vision clears for a moment and I can see him deflecting the bullets before something hard and sharp hits my back. I scream, hold it, and fall. My eyes are tightly shut and I'm trembling. My fingers are digging into the sand.
At first I'm calling out for help, though I don't believe I ever said it out loud. I can't feel anything but the pain. I'm scared. I don't want to die. I don't want it to end like this. Not with the last thing on my mind is the betrayal of my closest friend. I want to help him. I want him with me. Why can't he just see past the imperfections of humanity?
The arms that surround me bring me back. The pain in my back increases and I groan. I finally open my eyes to see Erik with regret in his eyes. The sun behind him wrapping around his frame perfectly. He's holding me tight and carefully, and for a second, I see the real him. But suddenly, a shadow crosses over his eyes and he's gone. His grip loosens around me and my security as well.
He looks off into the distance at someone, "You did this." His voice is harsh and angry. I wince slightly at it.
He raises his hand once more and I can hear the sound of someone choking. I'm too afraid to move so I stare at him. Hoping that he'll look back at me. The words came to me all too quickly, and I know he knows them too, although he doesn't want to.
"She didn't do this...You did." He looks back at me and only a moment passes before he lowers his arm. He's staring at me in disbelief and I can almost guess what he's thinking. He can't believe I'm blaming him. He can't believe that it was him. He can't believe that he hurt me. I feel his grip tighten around me, although I'm no longer secured by it. I almost want to break free, but I still can't move. We stare at each other for a moment, each trying to find words.
Finally he speaks, "I want you by my side Charles," he moves me slightly to emphasis his point and his fingers dig uncomfortably into my skin, "we want the same thing." His voice is still gruff and angry. How could he believe that? After all we've been through, he thinks that I could actually hurt another human being?
For a second, I'm gone. My mind goes back to when we met. How I wrapped my arms around him just as tight, and convinced him to save his life. From then on we were friends. We trusted each other... Oh, how it went so wrong! He trusted me enough to hand me a gun and point it at him. Although I never fired, I still helped him achieve his goal. Could this be my fault? Did I make him too powerful? How could I have not seen his ambitions! He is just like the monster that hurt him!
Suddenly I'm forced back to the present and my eyes once again meet his. They are not the same; I can see it very clearly, although his thoughts are blocked from mine. They are cold and relentless. And we no longer are equals. My eyes are wet with tears, and I feel one roll down my cheek. I can't stop apologizing in my head for thinking such terrible things.
I at last manage choke out what I need to say, "I'm sorry my friend, but we do not." What little pity he had for me then was gone. His grip tightened slightly, and for a moment I thought he was going to hurt me again, but he suddenly relents as he motions for the others to come over.
Now, as I look down at my legs, I can't help but wonder... What if I never tried to train him? Would Shaw have gotten away with his plans? Would Erik still be on my side? My eyes are starting to water again, and I feel my cheek getting wet.
"Professor?" A squeaky young voice darts into the room. I look up and see the white haired little orphan I had given a home too. "Professor?" She repeats.
I wipe my eyes and usher her over, "What is the matter Storm?" My voice is calm and relaxed as I cover up my emotions.
She walks over and climbs onto my lap, her innocent eyes full of concern. I can't help but smile.
"What are you thinking about?"
"The usual, my friend, the usual."
