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He was still woozy when he woke up.
He tried to open his eyes but regretted the action when the lights overhead nearly blinded him. Where was he?
"You're a doctor so SAVE HIM!"
"Your daughter will make a full recovery Ms. Lynn."
"Code blue! Code blue!"
"Daddy, is mommy coming home today?"
Bloody hell! Where are all these voices coming from! He groaned, it was too loud! Shut up! Shut up! For the love of God, shut up!
"It's okay Charles, I'm here. You're safe. Safe." Then all the voices silenced themselves. He felt reassurance flood through him and he began to calm down. A while later he hear a series of mental clicks in his head. They were probably a subconscious move to block out the voices that he heard. With the voices were gone his head started to clear. Once he was calm enough, he started to establish more control over his haywire powers so that he wasn't broadcasting anything. He was just as good a broadcaster as he was a receiver. Someone could've been suffering from his feelings just like he was suffering from the voices.
Now he can remember why he heard the voices. He could hear the voices because of the telepathy he had. He had the power to read minds.
With powers finally stable, he forced his eyelids to open and turned to the person who spoke. The person's presence felt oddly familiar. It was like he knew this person...
Of course! This was not just a presence. This was the presence.
"Who...Who are you?" He asked. It would not do to now know the name of the presence who had helped him in dark's abyss. The man's eyes shone with disbelief and hurt before softly responding, "Charles...It's me, Erik. Erik Lensherr."
Erik...Lensherr?
He stared at the man for a while before his eyes widened in recognition. "E-Erik?" He asked quietly. Erik smiled and let out a short breath of relief, "Yes, it's me Charles. Don't wo-"
Erik stopped mid-sentence when Charles clutched his head and whimpered. Memories started to flood the poor telepath's brain.
There were dozens of missiles just frozen in mid air. Charles was relieved that Erik had stopped the missiles in time to avoid obliteration but that relief was gone the moment Erik made the missiles turn around. He was aiming right for the humans.
"Erik, you said so yourself, we are the better men. Now is the time to prove it. There are thousands of men on those ships Erik! They're just following orders." He said as he stared at his friend with growing concern. Charles trusted Erik would do the right thing. Erik might've had a horrible past but that doesn't mean he is horrible himself. There is good in Erik, he even felt it. Charles held onto that little flame of hope in his heart and prayed that his trust wouldn't get anyone killed or injured.
Erik turned his head to face Charles and answered, "I'm been at the mercy of just following orders. Never again." His eyes grew cold and the missiles were launched.
"Erik...stop this now!" He yelled as he looked at his friend and searched for anything that dictated that Erik was going to stop his actions. He searched and searched but found nothing. The flame flickered out and Charles knew what he had to do.
He tackled Erik to the ground, momentarily disrupting his control over the missles. Erik was surprised but he was quick to retaliate. When the others rushed over to help, Erik sent them flying backwards. Distracted, he didn't even see Charles' fist until it was too late. Charles made a grab for the helmet but Erik recovered and grappled Charles' left wrist before punching him with his free hand. Charles felt the impact of the sand and everything blurred for a moment. Erik looked back at the falling missiles and made then continue their course.
"Don't make me do this Charles." Erik said with sincerity as he reeled a fist back. They weren't supposed to fight, they were supposed to stand stand side by side. Charles didn't answer as he threw Erik off, once again making the missiles falter. Erik didn't stay down for long but Charles had a much more difficult time as black threatened to fill his vision.
'You know, now that I think about. Our friendship really is like the course of the missiles. There are times it's flight is smooth and others where it isn't. But it always has a bitter, inevitable end,' Erik thought as he sent the remaining missiles flying.
BANG!
On reflex Erik deflected the bullet Moira shot at him. Moira didn't care as she pulled the trigger again.
BANG!
All Charles could see was Erik making a motion and all of a sudden...Pain.
Then the memories stopped.
*~***Peace***~*
He could see a beach with bits of metal everywhere. But the image left as quickly as it came.
I saw Charles' hands fall as he stared to shake with fear. I grew very concerned over his behaviour and tried to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. But Charles shied away from my hand, well tried to. Once he moved, Charles found out that his legs weren't responding. Charles snapped his head towards his legs and gave out a strangled cry of surprise, "My legs! I-I can't feel my legs!"
"Charles! Calm yourself! Calm your mind!" I yelled, trying to push past the feelings of panic and utter despair Charles was sending me. Wether or not he knew he was doing it, I didn't care. I just wanted Charles to stop. I grasped Charles' shoulder in a frim grip again to try to calm the frenzied telepath but it did nothing. Any common sense I had just went out the window as stress, guilt, sleep deprivation and the situation my friend was in made me snap.
"CALM YOURSELF DAMMIT!" I hadn't intended it to be so harsh. Charles immediately stopped his movements and tense up. His breaths were coming out in short puffs as he glanced at me fearfully before turning his head away.
A stray thought filtered through my mind, 'Erik had hurt me already and he could very well do it again. I'm going to die. Erik is going to finish what he started.'
I felt guilt bubble up in my stomach.
"Please...please don't hurt me."
My heart broke in two when I heard Charles speak. In the short time I've known him, Charles was never this scared.
Remember Erik, you did this and you alone.
I stood up and left the room. When I entered the waiting room Raven stood up and walked over to me. "Is he okay?" She asked with concern. I nodded almost robotically and sat down on a chair. I saw Raven's expression brighten and I felt mine darken. Raven was just about to leave the waiting room to visit Charles in ICU Room 224 when I said, "Wait."
She did what I said and waited but she looked very confused. "What's wrong?" She asks. At first I didn't answer but after a moment of silence I replied in a voice loud enough for the others to hear, "Hank was right. Charles did lose his memory. Some of it at least."
"Well what did he forget?" I heard Sean asked.
"He forgot who I was when he first saw me. It took him a while to recognize me. When he did, Charles clutched his head and bent over in pain. I didn't know what to do. He... After a while, Charles dropped his hands and started to shake in fear. He was afraid of me, he even tried to move away from me." I paused to compose myself as I trembled as my emotions spun out of control, "I was confused at first but then I remembered that right after Charles clutched his head I saw a beach marred with debris. Charles remembered the beach scene. He rememberd me hurting him. He might remember who I am but what he does remember about me are probably all about the terribile things I've done to him."
There was a tense silence as what I said sunk in.
"Oh," Raven said softly but then her voice strengthened as she smirked, "we'll just have to make new memories for him. Better, happier memories."
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