You can always tell when a person's bored when they try and come up with good chapter names and fail completely. Like me for example -_-
Anyway, I thought I'd be kind and give you guys a double dose of this AU fic because it's brilliant and I'm tired, and since I've done two chapters I don't have to go crazy and write another one super-quick. Okay, that's a lie isn't it? ;)
Anyway, enjoy. Bit more Charles!whump xD
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Training your Telepath: Lesson One – make sure you know their limits (so I'm not good at naming things, just shurrup...)
"You're still fighting me." Shaw said sounding disappointed. "I'd hoped you'd have learnt by now Charlie-boy. You can't fight me." Shaw dug his hand into Charles' chest sharply and Charles arched his back as he silently cried out in agony. "I can do this all day. Can you?"
No. No he couldn't. But he wasn't going to give in. He wasn't going to help Shaw destroy the world. He'd die first. Charles gasped painfully as Shaw suddenly, vindictively, pulled his hand out of his chest again. He blinked tears of pain out of his eyes and stared at Shaw.
"Well. Can you?" Shaw asked as he pointedly rested his hand on Charles' chest again, relishing in the knowledge that the telepath tensed at the contact.
"I won't join you." Charles bit out as he clenched his hands into tight fists, the restraints too tight for him to do much more. "No matter what you do to me."
Shaw was silent for a long moment as he stared at Charles and Charles stared back. Then, suddenly, Shaw stood up and Charles couldn't help but flinch at the movement. Shaw turned to look at the door and nodded curtly. A loud "crack!" filled the room as Azazel teleported into the room holding a young child in his arms. Azazel promptly placed the child on another metal table and teleported back out before Charles could even hope to control his mind.
"You know what I forgot to do with you Charlie-boy?" Shaw asked, his voice light and easy. "I forgot to see what the limits of your powers were. I like to know the limits of my associates abilities so I'm going to give you until I get to three to make this speak an unfamiliar language or I'll crush the life out of her precious little body."
Charles' eyes widened in shock. "Are you insane! She's a child!" He shouted as he began to struggle desperately against the ties that bound him. "You can't kill her!"
"Yes I can." Shaw said firmly as he gripped the small child's head in his hands. "It's pretty easy too. Messy though." He stared directly at the horrified Charles. "But you could save her Charlie-boy. All you have to do is teach her a new language. You do that and she lives." He smiled. "Come on... it's not like I'm asking you to do anything big is it?"
Charles stared desperately at Shaw, hoping, praying, the madman wouldn't hurt the girl. He couldn't use his powers now, if he did then Shaw would use this moment, manipulate it until Charles couldn't argue, couldn't fight anymore. But if he didn't use his powers that small child, that young girl with such a future ahead of her, wouldn't have a future anymore.
"One." Shaw said, pulling Charles away from his internal dilemma.
Charles strained against the restraints wildly as he fought to find a way to stop Shaw from hurting the child without using his powers. But he couldn't find a way.
"Two. Come on Charlie-boy. Save her. It's easy." Shaw said, his voice low and seductively convincing.
He couldn't use his power. But he couldn't let her die.
"Three."
"Eins, zwei, drei." The little girl said suddenly just as Shaw began to power his hands. He paused and looked down at the child who stared up at him. "Bitte, Herr, tu mir nicht weh."
Shaw looked up at Charles and said. "German? Really?"
He smirked at the young telepath who caustically replied. "I thought it fitting."
Shaw laughed and he looked down at the child again. "Ich werde nicht meine Liebe. Ich helfe Ihnen aber schlafen."
Charles didn't have to be able to speak German to know what Shaw was planning from the look in the madman's eyes.
"No!" He cried as Shaw viciously overloaded the child's head with raw energy, more than enough to disintegrate her brain. He dropped the lifeless form back on the table and looked at Charles. "You bastard! She was just a child!"
"She was inferior!" Shaw replied moving over towards the young telepath who was too angered to flinch at his proximity. "She is nothing!"
"She was a human being!" Charles almost roared as he leant up as far as he could. "She had a family! Friends! A future! And you took it from her!" He wanted to scream. He wanted to cause Shaw so much pain but that damned helmet was stopping him.
One of Shaw's hands shot out and collided with Charles' face with enough force to knock him back down against the metal table. Instantly, Shaw's hand was wrapped around Charles' throat and he squeezed tightly as Charles glared at him. "She was nothing. She is not worth anything because she was not a God amongst mortals. She was mortal. You are a God trying to be a man."
Charles wanted to reply. He wanted to answer but he couldn't breathe, Shaw was choking him. He blinked and tried to focus his mind. He tried to focus it on anything and the only thing he could focus on was Shaw's hand choking him. He was so angry but so afraid. He was hurt but also worried. He was terrified for humanity and himself.
The sound of instruments in the room shaking caught Shaw's attention and his grips on Charles' throat lessened slightly. Shaw looked around and noticed that the objects in the room were all vibrating slightly. 'Looks like this telepath is more than a telepath afterall.'
Charles focused everything he had in him on throwing Shaw across the room with enough force to kill a man. He was so focused that when Shaw's hand suddenly disappeared from around his throat he didn't even notice until there was a loud crash from the other end of the room. He blinked suddenly and began coughing as his lungs took in oxygen-rich air. He looked over to where the crash had emanated from and was amazed to see Shaw lying on the floor unconscious.
'I moved him with my mind...' Charles stared in shock at the madman. 'I'm not telekinetic. I'm a telepath... I shouldn't have been able to do that. How did I do that?'
Shaw was unconscious for only a few minutes and when he came to he realised that this telepath would be very useful to him if only he could get him on his side. Dragging himself to his feet Shaw looked at the young telepath and smiled. "Well. That's what I call progress Charlie-boy."
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Erik walked through one of the many corridors of the castle Charles owned looking for his friend. He'd already searched the kitchens, the towers, his friends private room and study, and most of the first floor and he couldn't find him anywhere. He growled in frustration and worry as he made his way to the staircase and down to the first floor. He stopped for a moment in the lobby and tried to think back to the last time he'd seen Charles. It had been last night when he'd been heading to bed and Charles had informed him that he was going to collect some of Hank's supplies from the town nearby. 'Hank. Of course!'
Smirking Erik quickly set off for the underground bunker where he knew Hank would be tinkering away with some deadly piece of technology. He quickly found the young mutant muttering to himself as he searched through a pile of component pieces.
"Hey Hank." Erik said and he suppressed a smile as the young man jumped and spun around to stare at him.
"Uh hey Erik." Hank replied as he calmed down. "What brings you down here?"
"I was wondering if you'd seen Charles around." Erik asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it but his insides were writhing about in discomfort.
"Uh. No sorry. He did say he'd collect my supplies for me yesterday but I guess he hasn't got around it yet." Hank answered scratching his neck and he paused as Erik's complexion drained of colour. "What is it?"
"He went to get your supplies last night Hank." Erik said simply as he turned and hurried out of the room. Hank scrambled after him and the pair of them made their way up to the main study room where most of the others were relaxing.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Raven, aka Mystique, asked as they entered the room. "What's wrong?" She asked after looking closely at the pair of them. "What is it?"
"Have any of you seen Charles?" Erik asked again, trying to sound calmer than he actually was. 'This can't be happening. It's not possible. No way.'
"No. Why? What is it Erik?" Raven asked as she stood up. She moved over to look closely at Erik's face. "Is he alright?" Charles was her brother, she couldn't bear the idea that he was in danger, or hurt.
"He's missing. Has been since last night." Hank answered when it looked like Erik wouldn't. "He went to collect the supplies I ordered last night and he has hasn't been seen since."
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I don't think it's ever been covered in the films but I know that there's some sort of alternate reality in the comics where Charles is actually more than just a telepath. I can't remember which one but I do know that he also had some telekinetic abilities – hence why he can throw Shaw across a room *smile* Plus, the bastard so deserves being thrown across a room doesn't he? Oh yeah.
This was only meant to be a short, 2'000 words at the most, fic about Charles being kidnapped by Shaw and it's ended up turning into a multi-chaptered fic... God, I don't do things by halves do I? *headshake*
Anyway, please, please, PLEASE review and such because reviews make me very, very happy people.
P.S: On another note, because I have to include it, I read that interview in the dailymail of James McAvoy (Charles Xavier) and I so agree with him! Erik and Charles should so get together, have lots of hot gay sex and have little mutant babies... xD *starry-eyed over the prospect*