Author's Note: Sorry that this has taken so long to post everyone. I started back up at school and life (and having tons of reading to do for homework) got in the way of my fanfic. It won't happen again I promise. Exciting thing happen in this chapter. Like...oh I don't know...Erik's POV? Yes that's right you get to hear from Erik at long last! Anyways hope you like.
The situation made Charles completely uneasy. The sensible part of his mind was pleading with him to just leave, that speaking to someone who was probably a psychopath was the worst possible decision that a man in his position could make. No good could possibly come from some back alley meeting with the head of a known terrorist group, especially not for someone currently working for the government. It was way to risky, he was employed by the government; the very people who wanted to eradicate the mutant problem.
Before he would have stayed out of it, kept his head down and mouth shut. But now? He had seen his students, his beloved students being tortured, and someone who appeared to be nothing more than a scared child, both intelligent and kind, caged like a monster. It wasn't right it wasn't fair. Charles wanted to help them save them from the fate he was certain that awaited them. Yet the mere thought of going up against the government made him feel sick. He knew the power the government had, had witnessed it when he was a child. The memory of that night was still very vivid in his mind.
The sound of a door closing woke him up, startling him from his sleep. He stared at his father, a frightened look in his eyes. "Charles, under the bed. Don't make a sound."
Charles stared at the headstone in front of him, his fingers brushing against the cool marble.
He slid from his bed, stuffed dog under his arm. It was only moments after he had gotten under his bed that the door to his room burst open. He clasped his hand over his mouth, hugging his doggy tighter.
It happened so fast; his father was on the ground blood on his face. –Don't let them take you. Keep your sister safe.- The black bag went over his head. His father was gone.
It was common knowledge; if a person gets a black bag over their head, they disappear, they are never heard from again. Like his parents.
"I failed you father. I couldn't keep her safe…" he said under his breath, pulling his jacket closer around him. Three names were on the headstone, his mother, his father, and his sister. His mother and father disappeared into the black bags, the papers claimed it was because they themselves were mutants. Oh how the government had been wrong. His sister was taken by the St. Margareta's virus, which took the lives of so many people when it had plagued the city.
There had been nothing anyone could do, and the cure had come to late for Raven. He was alone.
The red poppies shown up at him from the spot where he left them by the grave. What a perfect alibi it would have been should one of the Scanners found him and questioned his reasons for being there. Laying flowers by the grave sight of his family was perfect. But it had been two hours since he had arrived; yet no one had shown up. Had he taken too long? It had been only a week since he had asked Hank about how to get in contact with Magneto. Yet no one was there.
Could Hank have lied? Possibly, after all what real reason had Charles given him to trust him? It would not have surprised Charles at that point if Hank had lied to him, or even just confused the information. Maybe it was a different flower, or a different graveyard.
The sun was setting, casting eerie shadows over the graves, the sky nearly dark. In the distance he could hear the clock tower begin to chime; curfew would be starting soon. The last thing he wanted was to get caught out past curfew again. Though it was with a feeling of unease, like he was being watched, that he started the walk back home.
When he was back on the main street, the city was bustling with life, with people rushing home not wanting to break curfew. Each person that passed by made him think: is she a mutant? Is he? They were questions that had never even crossed his mind before he had met Magneto and he shouldn't have been thinking that way his thoughts were extremely dangerous. What if the government had a telepath working for them, scanning the thoughts of all the citizens looking for those who would be a threat? He wouldn't put past them to do exactly that.
To the people on the streets, he looked like a normal human. He wasn't. In his heart he knew that he wasn't like them. He was a telepath unwilling to use his power to help those like him.
As he approached his apartment, a man walking towards him caught his attention. A frown formed on his lips, then a look of surprise when the man hugged him. "Charles Xavier it has been far too long." -Play along.-
The man wasn't familiar, but the thought, the command hit him, and he realized who it was instantly. "It has indeed my friend. Won't you come in? I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Charles gave him a polite smile and walked up the steps, unlocking the door to his apartment and holding it open for the other man.
"What a gentleman." The man went inside, and Charles followed.
Once he had locked the door, he shut his eyes, took a deep breath then turned around. "What are you doing here?"
"You left me a message I was returning it." Magneto glanced at him over his shoulder and starting looking at what few photographs Charles had. The man wasn't wearing the vibrant outfit, but simple plain clothes. He looked like he fit in. –What is it that you wanted to speak to me about Charles?-
He watched him pick up a picture of his family and felt his stomach lurch. "Can I get you anything?" -I want to get them out of the lab…they treat them like animals. Worse than animals.-
"No thank you." He heard the sound of Magneto setting the picture frame down. "Kids keeping you busy?" -You're agreeing to help then?-
"Not as busy as I should be, been distracted as of late," he replied pouring himself a cup of tea. –Yes, but just this once.-
"Still have your nose in a book? Always reading even when we were at school." -If that is your decision.-
-It is.- Charles glanced over at the other man. "Don't I always? I don't think there's been a moment where you haven't seen me without a book under my arm." -I can't risk it, not when I'm working for them.-
-So be it.- "Well…it is late. I should be off." Was that disappointment in his voice? "It was a pleasure as always professor."
"Goodbye my friend."
He watched Magneto walk to the door, watched him leave. A sigh fell over his lips, as he leaned against the counter. He was doing the right thing, but it terrified him at what the cost of doing that might be.
Erik walked down the steps, straightening his coat as he went. It should not have surprised him at all that Charles was reluctant to help. Perhaps if he had some incentive…
A blonde haired woman wrapped her arm around his; he glanced at her then set his gaze forward again. "You didn't tell me you had a brother."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He pulled the picture from his pocket and held it out to her as they turned into an alley. "That is you isn't it?"
"That girl's dead." Mystique shoved a bag at him. "You should get changed if you fully intend on completing the real mission."
Erik said nothing in response; simply changing into the very recognizable outfit the leader of the Brotherhood always wore. "You never told me you were his sister."
"Adopted."
"Regardless. If he knew you were alive might be easier to convince him to join our cause."
"Maybe if you screwed him he'd join our side."
Erik chuckled under his breath as he pulled his helmet on, shaking his head. "Why Mystique did you just give me permission to seduce your brother."
"He's not my brother." In an instant the blonde girl was gone, and in her place stood the beautiful creature Erik had grown rather fond of. "Would never work anyways. Charles Xavier, the boy I knew is straight as they come."
"But willing to work with us. I bet he'd be willing to do just about anything."
The two of them walked through the shadowed alleys towards one of the apartment buildings in the middle of town. As they got closer more of their unit appeared. Azazel, Havok, and Banshee.
"Azazel get us inside."
The next moment they were all inside. Erik glanced to Banshee, and the teen grinned. "Cover your ears ladies and gents." They did, but it little to lessen the deafening shriek that came out of his mouth, destroying the security system.
The door to the target's apartment was in front of them. "Keep watch. If anyone tries to get by you. Well…you all know what to do." Erik ordered placing his hand on the door, a few clicks and it swung open. The man in question, an older and distinguished gray haired man, jumped to his feet, a startled look on his face. "Brian Simons."
"Y-You how did you get in here." The man paled, sweat forming on his brow.
"You are in charge of the government facility that tests on mutants are you not?" Erik asked calmly walking further into the apartment, the door swinging shut behind him. The man, Brian Simons, scrambled to get to the phone, only to have the table it was on collapse. "Now that isn't very nice, why would you call the police when you have already been found guilty of testing and torturing mutants."
Mr. Simons eyes went wide at the sound of the cabinets shaking, the color completely drained from his face as the knives floated out of their drawers. "That isn't me. I was ordered-the scientists do all-"
"No excuses. No exceptions. The penalty for your crimes-"
"No don't!"
"Is death."
The knives flew, and blood splattered across Erik's face. He turned his back and walked out of the apartment where Brian Simons was pinned to the wall by no less then a dozen knives, blood dripping from the wounds to his neck and head.
A small victory, but Erik had a bigger target in mind. And for that he was going to need Charles's help.
First attempt at writing for Erik. Not entirely satisfied but I will improve!
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