Beast-Hank
Also published on Quotev.
This has also been edited!Hank shivered as he aided Charles into the back of the car. He gave a soft grunt and Charles looked into Hank's eyes. His two fingers were against his temple, letting Hank know Charles was reading his mind.
Hank could only sigh because he had no defense, just like most of anyone in the world besides Erik, against the telepath. He started to climb into the drivers seat by closing Charles' door but he stopped Hank mid stride. "Hank, why don't you go after her?"
His tiny but strong shoulders fell in defeat. Past his black glasses, you could see a glimmer fail to approach his curious eyes when he turned back to Charles. "It isn't what she wants. Just like Raven. I can't stop her either, Charles. What makes you think I can?"
In Charles' mind, he recalled the dead look in aging green eyes more familiar to Hank. She was standing tall and confident by the elder Erik Lehnsherr as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Arguable Class Four or Five mutants, they presented something more powerful than their mutant abilities. Erik's eyes held determination and hers held something close to sorrow. But there was a deadened light in her eyes not even Erik could light again. Together, they presented a barrier to protect mutant kind that rivaled all of the X-Men put together.
Her bronze hair was streaked with grey from the roots but that would misdirect your eyes from the tattoos engraved with black ink into her knuckles. The Greek symbol of Alpha, a skull, a helm, and what appeared to be a blackened chasm followed each other on both hands. A Greek would understand but it would take someone else a few seconds or longer to realize what those symbols would mean. However, the deadened look heightened a good educated guess.
Charles wasn't stuck on the tattoos or deadened look for that reason. He knew Hank would have died because that thought had crossed Hank's mind after Logan told him he did in Logan's future. Charles felt and believed she loved Hank but refused to come back when he never came after her and she regretted it the moment she felt him die. Erik, then, always supplied her with comfort.
"Are you even sure that's what she wants, my friend?"
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She held her hands in a fist. Her pace seemed to quicken at the sight of what she thought was the exit of the stadium Erik had brought to circle the crowd. Her bronze hair shined oddly in the light because of the golden strands. Her green eyes blazed with the rise of the turmoil hidden underneath the surface of her pale skin.
The jeans she wore restricted on her youthful appearance. The fabric at her knees had been torn from crawling swiftly on concrete. The frayed circles were tinged with red from blood leaking out of her scrapped skin. The blouse she wore was now missing its top button and revealed the top of the small amount of cleavage she had. Her feet were bare. The heels she came in wearing had been discarded in her scramble to get to Hank but the ring perched elegantly on her middle finger on her right hand was untouched. The onyx reflected everything in its sight back like a mirror. Something about it made her love it.
Maybe it was because she could see the world in a shade of blackness.
She felt something with a warmth approach her at an incredulous pace behind her. She felt the life in its chest and whirled on her heels with her right hand outstretched.
The life form stopped and dropped to the ground with its soul and consciousness slipping toward the gates of Hell.
She gasped aloud and dropped her hand with a feeling of dread that clouded her green eyes. "Hank!" She should have sensed his familiar heart but she failed to recognize it.