Badoom~ Next chapter is here~ I know you're all wondering when Amaya's coming in. Well... This should answer that. Enjoy!
Erik sat in the middle of his cell, lotus style. He kept his eyes closed and tried to find his center to meditate. There was nothing to do in there. All he did every day was sleep, eat, meditate, try to entertain himself. Sometimes he'd be able to get a visitor, though it wasn't like the guards or anyone knew. He wasn't being taped. There would be metal in the wiring, and he'd be able to use it. These people were so paranoid of him getting out again. It wasn't like he even did the crime that got him in here in the first place, and one jail break and they were breathing down his neck.
"Having fun?" A familiar voice asked.
He didn't open his eyes, but he did smirk. Speaking of visitors. "Always. There's so much to do in here."
"Oh yeah, definitely. How easy it is to get in too. Far too bright to get in the cell, but in the surrounding area it's dark. Honestly. It's blinding in here."
"Spoken like a manipulator of darkness indeed." Erik opened his eyes and stood up, facing the woman standing by one of the walls, who was staring up at the darkness above them. "Did you just get bored or did you have something to tell me?"
She shrugged indifferently and walked over to his bed, taking a seat. "If anything it'd be you who got bored. I'm merely blessing you with my presence."
"I feel so blessed," he deadpanned. "What brings you to my humble abode this time? You never did answer."
"What? Can't visit a dear friend of mine?" She threw him a wolfish smirk. "How insulting."
Erik shook his head and sat next to her, leaning back against the wall. "You know you're more than welcome here, Amaya. It gets rather lonely."
"Why do you think I always swing by when I can? Not like it's easy. There are barely any shadows in here, and it's not like they're prominent or dense enough. I can get outside easily, in here's annoying."
"Now you feel my pain."
She scooted back and leaned against the wall as well. "Have been for a while now. You know that."
Erik reached out to pet her hair, but her image only faded and slightly disintegrated where he attempted to touch.
Amaya gave him a small smile. "You know you can't touch a shadow, Erik. Apologies. This is as much as I can do in the day and in a place so bright."
"It's fine." He sighed and looked through the glass. "How much longer?"
"Not too long. The easy part would be getting in here and breaking the glass. The hard part being the escape. Ani's not going to risk it until he knows that it's secure... That and once Saoirse's at a friend's house or something. Give us a few days and you're good as gone. Promise."
"Thank you."
"I should be the one thanking you." Amaya shut her eyes and rested her head against the wall.
"Why?"
She shrugged. "Just because of everything you'd done for me, and for still being here, I guess. Accept the thanks, Erik. I don't plan on getting all feelsy."
He chuckled. "Thank you, then. You cut your hair."
"Oh how you notice the smallest things. Saoirse accidentally set fire to the ends when we were playing, so I had to get a bit of a trim."
"Of course. How is she, anyhow?"
"Growing everyday. She has amazing control over her powers for her age. She's excited to meet you."
Erik raised an eyebrow. "How does she know me?"
"I talk about you."
"Oh?" He smirked. "You talk about me."
"Yeah. I talk about the magnetic megalomaniac stuck a hundred floors underground."
"I am not a megalomaniac," he protested.
She almost laughed. "So you say," she said, getting up. "I'll visit after lunch."
"Is it lunch already?"
"Soon. I'm expecting to see a man walk through there any second now. And I can't be here, for obvious reasons. See you later?"
Erik shrugged and lied down, folding his arms behind his head. "I'm not going anywhere."
Amaya's smile grew and she rolled her eyes at him before disappearing with the shadows.
Erik let out a sigh and shut his eyes once again. He remembered the first time he saw Amaya in his first encasement. She was there with Mystique and a few others to try and get him out. They were able to get him away, for a time. Until one of them got compromised. Erik couldn't care less for the fate of the humans, but he wouldn't allow harm to his fellow brothers and sisters. He held them back long enough for the rest to get away, but he was captured again and placed here. In his new hell. He was disconnected. He missed the world, the other mutants, even just the feeling of metal. Amaya made constant visits, as often as she could manage. After everything that happened to her, he always welcomed her. They often talked comfortably and had grown close. There were times at night where she'd be able to visit in her physical form and she'd just sit there, laying her head on his shoulder while they conversed. It was a comfortable close relationship, and he knew she needed someone. Who better than a fellow lab rat after all?
His eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something lightly hitting his bed. Seems like Amaya was right. It was lunch. He sat up and looked at the tray to see what he was being fed this time, only to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Mind the glass. He looked through the glass at the guard who brought in his food. That wasn't his normal guard.
Peter merely smiled and placed his hands on the glass, quickly starting to vibrate them and tried to find a frequency that resonated with the glass. His smile turned into a grin when he heard the results he wanted. The glass shattered under his hands, causing an alarm to blare and the door to close.
Erik jumped onto the ceiling structure of his cell and pulled himself out. It was a good attempt, he had to admit. This wasn't Amaya's doing, was it? "In three seconds those doors will open," he told Peter. "And twenty guards will be here to shoot us."
"I know, that's what I'm waiting for," he said, appearing next to him, much to Erik's confusion. To even more of his confusion, Peter placed his hand at the back of his head.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm holding your head so you don't get whiplash."
"What?"
Peter looked to him, speaking slowly. "Whip-lash."
On cue, the doors slowly opened, revealing several guards pointing at them with guns made of plastic. "Don't move!" one of them shouted.
Peter merely grinned again and zipped past them with Erik all the way to the elevator. Once he heard the ding of the doors closing, he released Erik from his grip. The man held onto the wall for support. It felt like the world was pulled from under his feet and his mind was still spinning. While he was stilling himself, Peter changed from the guard uniform to his normal outfit. Erik took a double take when he glanced at him. It took him less than a second to change. He paused for a moment, glancing at the man stuck in duct tape in the corner, but didn't comment on it.
"You're good," Peter said. "It'll pass. Happens with everyone... Must've done something pretty serious. Whatcha do man? Whatcha do? Whatcha do~? Why'd they have you in there?"
He sighed. "For killing the president."
"Oh..." Peter looked to the duct taped guard in excitement, mouthing 'shit'.
"The only thing I'm guilty of is fighting for people like us."
"You take karate? You know karate, man?"
"I don't know karate, but I do know crazy."
Peter chuckled. He didn't seem as bad as what Charles and the others had said. "They told me you can control metal."
"They?" he questioned. The only people he knew who were planning to break him out were Amaya and her brothers. Everyone else who could be a potential ally was dead or gone.
"You know, my mom used to know a guy like that," Peter mused. What a small world.
Erik froze. He hoped that what he was thinking wasn't true. He really hoped. He looked around when the elevator stopped. That was rather quick, wasn't it? He couldn't help but wonder who it was that was breaking him out in the first place. His curiosity was satiated as soon as the doors opened. He looked at the man in front of him, confused. "Charles...?"
The second Charles looked at him, his face contorted in rage and his fist immediately collided with Erik's face, throwing them both off and knocking Erik to the floor.
Erik sat up, tenderly checking his jaw. "It's good to see you too, old friend." Erik rose to his feet, meeting Charles' glare but not returning it. "You're the last person in the world I expected to see."
"Believe me," he snapped. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to. If we get you out of here we do it my way. No killing."
"No helmet," Erik replied, gesturing to his head. "I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted to."
"I am never getting inside that head again. I need your word, Erik."
Was this really Charles? This man standing in front of him full of angst and hate? Erik merely nodded. Amaya had told him what happened between her and Charles and what had been going on before, but he never expected he would be this negative.
"Nobody move!" They couldn't even make a move before the doors were thrown open and even more guards filed into the room, guns aimed for them. They quickly surrounded the group, ready to fire. "Hold it right there!"
"Charles," Erik said.
"Don't move."
"Hands up!"
"Or we will shoot!"
"Freeze them, Charles."
"I can't." It pained him to say it, but he couldn't do anything. Not in this situation.
Erik frowned. Charles didn't have his powers, did he? But Erik still did. The room was full of metal. It was full of weapons he could use, and it had been forever since he'd been able to even feel the presence of metal. He didn't even have to focus too much. The metal was just as easily reacting to his surge of emotions and slight excitement of finally being able to use his powers again. The pots and pans began to rattle, knives and utensils clattering. Charles shouted, trying to stop Erik just as everything was thrown into the air and the bullets were fired.
In a blink, the guards fell to the floor, beaten and unconscious. The bullets had been moved so that it wouldn't hit them and the knives were out of place so it wouldn't harm anyone. Erik, Charles, and Logan could only look around in awe. It had barely even been a second and yet the guards were defeated and they were in the clear. They looked over to Peter who was standing on the other side of the room, looking proud. Charles made his way through the kitchen and out the door without even a second glance. Erik looked down at Logan's claws for a moment. When did he pull those out? He didn't comment though, following Charles out.
Logan followed a moment later and patted Peter on the shoulder as he passed. "Good job, kid."
Peter grinned and walked with them out. "So that's it, then? We got the guy out, now we leave?"
"Hank should have the car ready," Charles said. "So yes. We're leaving."
Logan shook his head. "No, not quite yet."
"What do you mean, not quite yet?" He frowned. What else did they have to do? They got Erik, now they had to go to France and stop Raven. "You said so yourself. You don't have much time."
"There's one more person we need to get."
Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. Where?"
"I don't know."
"You don't even know?"
"But he does." Logan looked over to Peter who was humming a Pink Floyd song.
Peter blinked and looked at him. "Me?"
He nodded. "You need to take us to where Saoirse lives. I need to talk to her family."
"You're not planning on taking her with you, are you? Her family will absolutely murder me."
"No," Logan chuckled. "We just need to talk to her family. Saoirse's not going anywhere."
"I have a feeling they'll still kill me, but I guess. Have to give her her souvenir anyway." He tilted the hat he stole from one of the guards.
Erik looked between them. Saoirse. Amaya's niece. They were going to go get Amaya, weren't they? He cast Charles a glance and could practically see how it would work out. This was going to be interesting.
It's pretty obvious what's going to happen in the next chapter. They actually meet Amaya again. Oh how will things work out? Feel free to drop a review!