For you callofduty1944, because you were one of the first to post your OC at the beginning.

For you who know of my drawings on Deviantart under the account of sincerelyxxanonymous, I won't be posting for a while since I do not have my scanner at college.

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X-Men: Restoration

Chapter Seven: Eric Roberts

Eric contemplated who could have set up the Morlocks. There was always the Brotherhood but they were troublemakers. They didn't want to actually hurt someone intentionally. Would they? Maybe, it was a strong villain of sorts. Logan always had the rundown with lots of goons. Eric and the others went back to where the Blackbird was located. Kitty looked at the area where she had landed the Blackbird. She scratched her head and paced back and forth as she motioned in the air to the spot like it would magically appear.

"I could so swear it was like here." She mumbled as she inspected the marks. Reagan waved her head back and forth gracefully as she smelled the air, her body got stiff and she paused a moment to catch her breath.

"The jet was napped by the Brotherhood." Reagan said as she looked up in the air. She was probably following the scent marker with her eyes. Eric was suddenly overcome with a sense of concern.

They all said at once "Ansleigh!" as they frantically looked at the surrounding area for the girl. Eric knew the Brotherhood was behind the whole incident. It was all a set up. It was so obvious yet why would they go to such great lengths to get the Blackbird. It was just a really nice jet plane.

Grace cried after searching high and low for her friend, uprooting much of the field and surrounding shrubbery, "What if they hurt her?" Eric was overcome with a pain in his chest. He leaned forward a moment as the static came off his clothing from anger. Ansleigh was missing.

"Prof, we have a problem…" Kitty said out loud as she phased through some bushes and trees still searching for Ansleigh. They could be holding her for ransom.

He vaguely remembered for being too shy to even say anything about how good her childish pranks were. Earlier this week, Rina was putting the Institute's dishes in the three or four dishwashers. It was a long and tedious process. Rina had specifically told Mark to leave the room because she well, hated Mark. Whenever he was around, Rina always seemed to be the target for the bad luck and jinxes. Ansleigh made a small explosion where the hallway light blew out right above Mark. Mark being the 'helpful' kind of guy ran into the kitchen and got a light bulb. All four of the dishwashers started to spurt water instantaneously as Rina got soaking wet. She turned around anger in her eyes as she threw force fields at him left and right. Mark ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could. Everyone at the Institute was laughing, even Logan.

He scowled at himself. He should have been a supportive friend rather than holding everything in. Eric brushed back his dusty blond hair as he glanced around at everyone's expressions. Ansleigh was the one who put the smiles back on their faces.

The back-up that Prof called a long time ago arrived. Marina, Coralie and Camlin stepped off the jet as Logan grumbled about having to be a babysitter. Logan gave Kitty a long stare of disappoint.

"What? I promise you I didn't misplace the jet." Kitty whined, throwing up her hands in the air.

"The Brotherhood stole the jet and they may or may not have Ansleigh with them." Reagan said. "I can't follow her scent because I believe they threw her into a portal. The scent is dead." She said as she continued to sniff the air. Eric clenched his fists.

Ansleigh was only a girl. The Brotherhood probably beat her up. He felt a chill go down his spine as he saw flashbacks of fists coming towards his face. He shook his head. He had been bullied in high school and it wasn't the most pleasant subject.

He got beat up because his dad was the superintendent of the school district. Those jocks blamed him for every time they got caught making trouble. He told them that his dad wasn't even in the schools but he just dictated what each schools' programs were and how to work around budget cuts, etc… They didn't like that so much and broke his swinging arm for baseball. He shuddered. He didn't take the beatings too long because he became hard with anger inside, that led to him yelling enraged at them that he would beat them up but not exactly using those phrases…The next thing he realized he was on top of one of the jocks smacking him in the face with his cast. He snapped just like that. His dad didn't even know about the bullying and transferred him upon his request when Eric finally told him about it.

Things went better at Bayville because he was known as the fighter and people were intimidated by him. It worked better for him because he didn't want to talk to anyone about his dad. No one wanted to even make eye contact. He crossed his arm because his swinging arm was always hurting and it felt better crossed. His eyes were always above the crowd because he didn't want to look at people and also because of his height of course. He was shy and he liked that no one wanted to speak to him, unless it was the few fan girls that liked his bad boy appeal.

If they did anything to Ansleigh like what was done to him then he would…

"Eric! Come on, come to." Coralie said concerned in front of him. He took a step backwards and breathed a sigh of relief. He tended to go berserk if he was overwhelmed with anger.

"How do you know..?" He said in a low voice as he glanced at the ground. Before he could even finish Coralie smiled up at him and answered joyfully.

"You get this spark in your eye and then your eyes get really deep umber color." She said as she motioned up towards her eyes. He nodded slowly and glimpsed up at her. "I feel anger too you know. You need to learn to control the electricity inside of you like Professor Xavier said. We don't want you blowing up the television again because it had too many commercials." She hushed as they surveyed the scene. Wolverine was trying to get Ansleigh's coordinates from the Professor as Kitty sat on the ground with her arms crossed in protest. Camlin had summoned a few ghosts to go check around the city and the Brotherhood hangout to see if Ansleigh had turned up.

Wolverine clawed a tree out of frustration as Kitty tried to calm him down. Mark was trying to calm Grace down who was making the plants die around her from her weeping. His face was an emotionless stone and it gave Eric the jitters.

"Get on the X Jet and take the kids home. I'll find her." Logan said in a gruff voice as he ran out of the park towards the city. He was out of sight in mere moments. Camlin was talking to one of her ghosts that had come back. Eric tried to visualize it but all he saw was a little glimmer here and there.

"There are Brotherhood members hanging out at the house but there is no sign of Ansleigh. They seem to be oblivious to what when with Ansleigh. There are five Brotherhood members missing." Camlin said. Eric was thankful that Camlin understood him. Camlin was adorable, caring and selfless. Her short blond hair that acted up just added to her cuteness. He blushed a little thinking about her. He stared at the ground for a few moments to recover.

Kitty motioned for them to get on the X-Jet even though all of them wanted to refuse. No one really wanted to deal with Logan's punishment if they tried to follow him. Eric was well aware of that. When Logan first saw him, he was irked by Eric's confidence. Logan often approached him with a grizzly appearance on his face. It didn't help that he snapped into his cocky self in the training sessions. He had to put up with Logan yelling at him about keeping it to a minimum during battle. "If you lose yourself then you are a nobody." He growled at him constantly. Logan still doesn't like him.

Eric felt the pumping of his heart on the way back to the mansion. He had to control the electricity within his veins. The electric shock from his strong emotions though was going to be difficult to control. He meditatively closed his eyes. It would be alright. Despite Logan hating him, he knew he was more than capable of finding their friend.

After they had arrived at the house the Professor informed them that Ansleigh was safe and in good hands. Logan would pick her up tonight if possible. The friends looked at one and another in relief. Eric's electric current calmed down. He sighed. He watched as chaos ensued around the mansion. Sakura was showing Sarah tricks with vases of water as she formed little dolphins to jump in and out of the vases. Marina had stopped Winsor from throwing a stink bomb by enclosing it inside of her energy shield. Reagan opened up the front doors as Marina gladly kicked the ball of energy outdoors. Of course, Marina had to bolt after Winsor who apparently didn't know the rules here yet. Eric had been here four months and he still didn't fit in. He was still having a hard time making friends at the Institute especially with the other shy recruits. Sarah turned into mist he passed her in the hallway and the other trainees whispered gang myths about him. He sensed that his appearance was part of it and that he never really said anything until the training sessions. He had to talk more maybe, a future goal?

Eric was sitting in the lounge reading a book. Coralie dragged Marina and Mark to watch a movie. She was trying to be the mediator to make amends between them. Camlin and Sakura followed as she giggled. Camlin turned towards him with her brilliant smile and said "We need an intimidating looking person in the room. Do you mind?" Before, he could answer however, she grabbed his hand and dragged him away. He face turned vermillion and he quickly coughed into his shirt to cover up his blush. He felt the electricity arise from his heart. It was a good, fuzzy feeling that felt chaotic yet peaceful. He glanced at the girl in front of him and sensed that he could control the electricity.

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