Chapter 6
It was still dark when I was woken by the sharp knocking on my door. There was not even the soft promise of light that comes with the edges of the sun on the pink horizon. The sky was still shades of inky blue.
"Hurry up. You're late," I turned over and I thought about what happened last night between Erik and I as I heard Erik's harsh voice. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and pushed myself out of bed. I shuffled to the bathroom I ran a hand through my tangled hair and decided a pony tail was in order. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and pulled on a t-shirt and grey sweatpants. I glanced at myself in the mirror and walked out of my room. I stood in the empty hallway for a moment, looking around at the décor and sighed.
"Charles?" I reached out with my mind and tried to find Charles in the enormous house.
"Yes?" The answer was quick.
"Where am I supposed to be going?" A map appeared in my mind's eyes and I followed it down three flights of stairs, to the training room.
When I entered the training room my face paled. Erik and I made eye contact but he looked at me like I was another person.
We had spent the last hour trying to get me to take full control of their bodies. I had achieved partial control of motor movement, I could stop them from moving, but that was nothing I hadn't done before. Charles was trying to get me to fully take control of a person, motor movements, thoughts and all.
Charles and Erik were breathing heavily and I was shaking. "You're doing well Adele," Charles said kindly.
Charles's soft words had done nothing to make me feel any less useless
"You're doing great, Adele," Charles said kindly for the tenth time. "I can't move my arms at all,"
"I can," Erik flailed his arms around to prove his point. I cut my eyes at him before looking back at Charles.
"Erik," Charles's voice had a warning tone. "Just keep trying Adele, you're doing great,"
"No," Erik said, his voice tinged with anger. "She isn't doing enough. Try harder, show us that you're worthy of your mutation,"
I shut my eyes tightly and screwed up my face in concentration.
"Erik!"
"Stop it," I muttered.
"Be quiet, Charles," Erik growled. "More. You're not doing anything properly. You're useless!" He spat.
"Erik! Shut your mouth right now. She's doing-"
"Nothing. That's the point Charles. She's not doing anything. I could hold your arms in place because you are wearing a metal watch," Charles's arms flew upwards. "See, I can override her attempts to control you physically,"
"Erik, you are being an inconsiderate prick!"
"Stop it," I said softly.
"Stop yelling at each other," I said again.
But they continued. Erik's eyes were narrowed and Charles was standing stiffly.
"Shut up!" Their voices rose, I was reminded of all of the years when the people from the CIA or how my father would scream at me when I was not performing how they wanted me to.
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" And then there was silence. I opened my eyes slowly.
Erik and Charles were suspended upside down in mid air.
"Adele, I need you to put us down." Charles said slowly, enunciating each word as if he was dealing with a man holding a gun to someone's head. I looked around the room and saw that every object was in the air, spinning as if they were planets revolving around Charles and Erik.
"Control your powers, girl, don't let them control you," Erik scowled.
"Stop it," My voice was deadly calm. "Don't talk to me," The objects in the room began to spin faster. Metal polls orbited so quickly they were only blurs in the air. The mannequins began to come apart, their arms going flying.
"Adele-" Charles began softly.
"SHUT UP!" I screamed.
Two of the mannequins exploded. I was shaking, my body softly convulsing. Charles closed his mouth quickly. My hair rose slowly around my head, as if by static energy. The chestnut brown tendrils writhed angrily. They floated towards me and with each yard they traveled the pressure in Charles Xavier's head grew. He clutched his head between his hands and opened his mouth for a wordless scream. His body undulated.
They stopped right in front of the me. My eyes were unfocused. Charles began to scream, his hands tore at his hair. Clumps of the dark brown hair fell to the ground. Erik looked over at his friend and flinched.
"Adele?" His voice was soft as he addressed me. He was almost drowned out by Charles' screaming. He reached out to me, his hand shaking with the force of moving against the telepathic force field I had created around myself. He muttered softly in German. His hand cupped my face and he felt me lean into it.
"Adelaide, I need you to let us go sweetheart," His thumb ran across my cheekbone. My eyes cleared and the two men fell to the floor.
AN: Short chapter I know but I hadn't posted something in awhile. Reviews please.