Anarchy ~ Erik Lensherr

Chapter Seven

We have the Eribelle reunion coming up in this Chapter guys. It's gonna be good. Is Eribelle okay? Or should we go for Annarik? Pop your suggestions in the comments.

'Past' Annabelle's POV

"I'll help you get her." Charles said as we walked into the room. Hank was tidying up after my outburst. "Sorry, Hank." I said, sending him an apologetic smile. "Not for any of your future shite, but for her." He told them. "Fair enough." Logan said. "But I'll tell you this, you don't know Erik. That man is a monster, a murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change? To come home? That's splendid. But what makes you think you can change him?" Charles asked. Logan sent me a look. "Because his future wife and mother to his child is standing next to you. That and the three of you sent me here...together." Logan smiled.

"The room they're holding him in was built during the second World War when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand, no metal." Hank explained. "He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet." Charles told us. "Why is he in there?" Logan asked. "What he forgot to mention?" Charles scoffed. "Uhh, JFK." Hank said. Logan looked shocked. "Guys, we talked about this-" I sighed, but Charles interrupted. "What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik's always had a thing with guns. You sure you want to carry on with this?" My brother said. "This is your plan, not mine." Logan told him. "We don't have any resources to get us in." I raised. "Or out." Charles added. "It's just us." He said. "I know a guy. Yeah, he'd be a young man now, grew up outside of DC. He could get into anywhere. I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him." Logan sighed. I turned to my brother. "Is Cerebro out of the question?" Charles looked up at me, and he shot me a look that confirmed my answer. "We have a phone book?" I suggested.

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"Here, here, here." Logan said, pointing at a house. "Alright, alright. Don't get too excited." Charles said, bringing the car to a stop, as for some reason we had agreed to let my brother drive. "Next time I'm driving all right?" Logan said as we piled out of the car. We approached the door, and Logan knocked on the door. A few seconds later, a middle aged woman came to the door. "What's he done now? I'll just write you a check for whatever he took." She said, seeming all too used to this encounter. "We just need to talk to him." I told her, to which she nodded and held the door open. "Peter, the cops are here...again." She called down the stairs.
She showed us down to the basement, where we could hear a ping pong ball tapping, and music playing quietly. I looked around noticed a young man playing ping pong with himself, however, he was using what looked like teleportation to play both sides. "What do you guys want? I didn't do anything? I've been here all day." He smiled, landing on the sofa next to us. "Just relax Peter. We're not cops." I told the boy. "Of course you're not cops. If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." He said, matter of factly. "How'd you know we've got a rental car?" Charles asked, looking perplexed. "I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreement and saw you're from out of town. Are you FBI?" He asked, talking almost as fast as he moved. "Nope, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?" Peter said, whipping past us. "That's an...old card." Charles huffed, swiping back up his wallet. "He's fascinating." I said, watching him. "He's a pain in the arse." Charles scoffed. "A teleporter?" Hank asked Logan. "No, he's just fast. And when I knew him, he wasn't so...young." He asnwered. "Young? You're just old." Peter said, returning to the sofa, and apparantly now finishing an ice lolly. "So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank questioned. "Powers? What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." He smirked, before shooting past us again and playing Pong. "So who are you? And what do you want?" He asked. "We need your help Peter." Logan told him. "For what?" He asked again, not taking his eyes off the game. "To break into a highly secured facility and get someone out." Logan explained further. "Prison Break? That's illegal you know." He replied. "Well only if you get caught." Logan said, after scanning his room. "So what's in it for me?" Peter asked, still not removing his eyes. "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." Charles said. At this, the boy turned around in excitement. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked. "Show him." My brother said. Logan revealed his bone claws and the boy looked surprised. "Thats cool, but its disgusting." He grimaced.