Sebastian Shaw (Dr. Klaus Schmidt)

Series: X Men First Class

Sebastian Shaw, formerly known as Klaus Schmidt ,was used to seeing horrors, he had in his own time performed quiet a few, yet the sight that greeted him was one that made even him pause. They had broken into a Japanese laboratory rumored to be doing experiments on people that were more than human.

Azazel had made quick work of the guards and, in no time, he and Emma had entered the building, ignoring the bodies that laid around them like fallen rag-dolls. Sadly, most of the people they were experimenting on were dead, tortured to death in the most cruel ways.

Barbarians, they had killed them simply because they didn't know how to bring out their true powers. He was saddened as he read over their reports, knowing they would have made a great addition to his cause.

He paused his eyes reading over a new file and with a grin, he turned to Emma and pointed at a large metal tank, "Emma, be a dear and open that." She did so without hesitation. He knew she would she was a woman who craved power and by being his right hand woman, she had it, for now.

At least until he found some one more powerful, and he had just found her.

With a flick of her finger, it glistened as her diamond skin appeared and with ease, she cut open the weird tank, her eyebrow twitching as water escaped it and got her new boots wet. Once she had cut the hinges away from the door completely, she stepped away and watched as it fell to the ground with a load clatter.

"Ah, wonderful, she's still alive!" He smiled as he took in the insides of the metal tank inside was a young woman naked as the day she was born, a mask on her face and her dainty wrists chained above her head holding her in place. A few wires ran from her body to the tank along with a few tubes. He snapped and Azazel stepped forward to cut her free and lowered her to the ground.

He marveled at the power that she radiated and grinned happily, "Emma, give her your cloak." She looked annoyed, but took off the white fur-lined cloak and draped it over the young woman, wondering what her power was.

Azazel stood nearby, his tail swishing as he took in the small girl. Anger rose at the sight he had seen up close. Her body was littered with hundreds of small scars, no doubt made from a scalpel, she was malnourished with her ribs protruding against her pale skin. Her eyes were dark with bags. Over all, she looked near dead, but her heart was still beating strongly.

She was a fighter.

Everyone watched with baited breath as her eyes fluttered under her eyelids and knew she was close to waking up. They watched as her eyelids snapped open, ice-blue pupils lightly glazed over. She looked panicked and afraid, no doubt thinking it was he captors who had taken her out of her cell.

She panicked, her body wet and cold, she looked around, her eyes still healing from the experiments performed on them the day before. She curled in on herself and let her powers out, trying to warn them away, knowing it would only make them more eager to experiment on her, yet she was reacting on instinct.

Shaw shivered as her power washed over him and the others filling the room. With a kind smile, he kneeled before her, frowning lightly as her powers were sucked back into her. But he smiled again as she turned glazed over eyes to look at him. He watched amazed as they repaired themselves in front of him.

He placed a calming hand on her shoulder, making her finch back, "Calm yourself, you're safe now." He didn't expect the cold humorless snort that escaped her.

"I'll never be safe." It was a cold hard true statement, there would always be people who would want to 'figure her out' and she knew that.

Shaw sighed and pulled the cloak up to cover her pale breasts – not that he minded the view – he wanted her to feel safe, assured that they meant her no harm.

"With us, you will be and if you work with us, everyone who is like us will be." He gave her his pitch, explaining his plan and why it was needed. The others merely stood around having heard his pitch time and time again.

Once he was done, he stared at her, waiting for her response.

She merely stared up at him, still sitting on the ground, her hands clenching the cloak around her shut. "You know I've had bad experiences with humans, how fickle and evil they can be." She paused to stare into his eyes, catching the brief flicker of disappointment. He no doubt thought she was turning him down.

If he had given her this pitch years ago she would have, but not now. Now she saw his logic and understood it, after the well had closed, she had been trapped in the past and was forced to live there. As time went on, she found she did not age, she would never age. The village people turned on her after the deaths of those she had called friends, and she had lived life as an outcast.

She had lived through era after era watching history repeat itself over and over again. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that humans would never change.

They feared the unknown, and hated what they feared.

She turned slightly haunted eyes towards Shaw, "I will never be safe so long as there are humans who want to hurt me, us." She knew she was not the only 'special' one, she had seen them develop as time went on and knew they would face a similar fate to those that had been captured alongside her.

They were all dead now, she was all that was left. That's how it always ended… but maybe this time, it would end differently.

He smiled as he stood up and opened his arms to her, ready to welcome her to his cause, "Among us, you will only find friends."

She stared at him, her eyes taking him in as she stood, the cloak still clenched around her slim shoulders, and with a small twitch of her hand, she walked into his open arms and let him hug her. She merely stood there as he held her, her lips by his ear and whispered into it.

"I will not be your tool." He laughed as he pulled back, his arms resting on her shoulders, ignoring the way Emma glared at him.

"You, my dear, will stand as my equal." She merely sighed, yet nodded once again, having a cause to fight for. What use was a priestess without a cause?

While he was no God, she knew he thought himself one and he would do just as well as a real God in this horrid world.