☭ POST WORLD WAR II, the world was a confusing place. Between the United States and Russia, the threat of nuclear war plagued the minds of everyone. The former allies fought with shady, backhanded trade agreements, showing off which nation had...
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A HEART STRING TWINGED IN ERIK'S CHEST AS HE SET ANASTASIA DOWN ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF HIM. He hadn't the faintest of clues where En Sabah Nur had taken them, but he did as instructed. In this moment, with Anastasia's face smeared in blood, he thought back on instant her called her after knowing he exposed his powers to he coworkers. He believed that she could help him with his entire heart. But the phone went to voicemail.
She was a friend — of sorts — to him. That's all they could be. They could not travel back to the sixties to when they were more than friends. And yet they still loved each other enough that they could never be enemies.
That why he called her. No matter the wrong he could do, she would still have his back. Admittedly, she would help him begrudgingly, but help him nonetheless.
But as the clocked ticked on the wall, Erik couldn't help but feel that he's taken her kindness too far. Would she forgive him after all of this? When the world is theirs to rule?
En Sabah Nur wiped two of his fingers across the pool of blood on her face. He examined it closely before walking off to a darkened corner. The room was illuminated by a bright light in the middle of the ceiling. Surrounding the table that Anastasia laid upon, sat more tables, some containing tools, other empty.
The room had to be for medical reasons, Erik thought. The lighting, tools, equipment — all were familiar from his time with Shaw.
Quietly, a groan escaped Anastasia's lips. Erik's head shot around, watching as her fluttered open and adjusted to the bright light overhead. Her breathing quickened as she realized her situation. She shot up, jumping off from the table. It took a moment for her to gain traction on her mind, and she closed her eyes, slowing her rapid breaths.
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked En Sabah Nur.
"Don't you know, my child? I've taken you home."
Anastasia narrowed her eyes at him. Her eyes then darted to a mirror across the room. With a couple blink and a deep breath, the blood on her face disappeared with a gleam of green light. "This was never my home."
"No," he murmured, tilting his head to the side. "But it's where you've always belonged."
Anastasia ignored all stares from Erik and moved over to a metallic desk. She knew this place far too well. Erik knew now almost instantaneously. This was Dallarosa's hell hole. Opening one of the drawers of the desk, she pulled out a file, while En Sabah Nur continued his talking.
"All this power you possess comes from one place — the pain of others." He walked close to Anastasia, brushing the hair off from her shoulder as he stood behind her. "You're not unlike me."
