Charles Xavier (Love Story)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Charles lead her out of the basement, one arm locked securely around her waste helping her as she limped up the stairs to the kitchen. When they got her up the stairs they were greeted with the sight of the couple, waiting for them. The man was holding a shotgun and the woman was holding a baseball bat. Charles made a point of gently pulling Sandy behind him and shielding her body with his. Erik took up a defensive stance by them both.

"You are all freaks and your not going anywhere." The man said. Charles felt Sandy cling to his arm in fear. He took her hand gently in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Why the hell was she locked up?!" Erik surprised everyone by shouting. The couple smirked.

"We were trying to find a cure. If we could find a cure then we could alert the government to her existence then sell the cure for billions."

"You would do that to your own daughter? You sick monster." Erik snarled. Admittedly he wasn't a big fan of people, but he knew right and he knew wrong, and locking your own child in chains and experimenting on her was definitely in the wrong list.

Both the couple scowled with a look of disgust written on there faces.

"Eugh you think we're related to that... thing? No we are pure. We found her on the streets five years ago and brought her into our home out of the kindness of our hearts. Then she started doing all that freaky stuff, and we had no choice but to hit her over the head and lock her up. And now, it looks we're going to have to do it to you." Charles felt Sandy's hand tighten in his and her sharp intake of breath. He rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand. He stood in front of her completely. He looked through the mans thoughts and realised the only thing that this man truly cared for was his wife. He wasn't one for threatening but he wanted Sandy safe.

"If you let us go, then your wife's brain will not be tampered with." Charles said feeling strong. Now he didn't know if this would work. But he had to try. The man looked at his wife then back at Charles.

"You dared threaten my wife. You will pay you freak." He aimed the gun at Charles' face and pulled the trigger. Erik yelled out to him. But before he could manipulate the bullet something stopped him in his tracks.

"NO!" Sandy yelled, before jumping in front of Charles. She held her hands up and her eyes glowed gold. The bullet stopped right in front of her face. It slowly turned around and zoomed past the man's face skimming his cheek, leaving a scratch behind. He looked at her shocked. She moved her hands around and the gun lurched out of his hands and was thrown across the room. The man looked shocked and scared at the same time.

"Not again! Never again! Ever!" She said. She moved her hands and the couple flew back and hit there heads so hard they were unconscious. She lowered her hands and her eyes stopped glowing. Charles walked up and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched not used to the touch that didn't hurt. She looked up and could see the unasked question in his eyes. 'If she could do that now, why didn't she do it before?'

"That's why my hands were chained behind my back, so I couldn't do that." She whispered. Charles placed an arm around her and directed her to the door. Erik followed closely. When they were outside Sandy shivered. Charles suddenly remembered tha all she was wearing was a tank top and shorts. He slipped his coat off and gently wrapped it around her. She turned her head to look at him, when there eyes locked they just stared like that for a while as Erik locked up her old home. Sandy gave Charles a small smile s thank you. They lead her to there car. Charles didn't once remove his arm from around her, even when they got in the car, while Erik got in the front of the car to drive, Charles got in the backseat so he was closer to Sandy.

They both sat there facing each other. She had drawn back a little so there was some space between them, she sat with her hands in her lap fiddling with them. Erik was the first to speak as he started the car and drove to the airport were there was a privet plane waiting for them.

"So, what are your powers?" He asked. She looked up she thought her powers would have been obvious considering what just happened.

"I... I can hear people's thoughts, and m...make things move with my mind. But I can only move things if my hands are free. That's why the had my hands behind my back so I couldn't defend myself. All I could do was hear there horrible thoughts. Hear what they were going to do to me next, what horrible thing they'd do next. I couldn't stop them, I couldn't do anything." By this point she was crying. Charles leaned forward and gently wiped her face of the falling tears.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Your safe now. They won't ever hurt you again I promise. I will keep you safe I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Charles whispered. She was still crying so he pulled her into his arms and onto his lap. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing. Her head lay on his shoulder as she sat on his lap. She cried into his shoulder for a while until, exhaustion of using her powers settled in and she fell asleep.

Charles took this opportunity to gaze at her. Indeed she was very beautiful. Her fiery red hair just passed the length of her shoulders. Her eye lashes gently brushed against her cheeks. She had a small button nose. And she had full luscious pink lips. Yes she was skinny from fatigue, her cheeks where skunked and she was rather pale. She had scars up her arms and legs. She had one across her neck as well. He placed his head gently over hers and inhaled her scent. It seemed that she naturally smelt of lavender. He buried his face into her hair and whispered "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what has happened to you. And I will do everything I can to help you." And with that he let her sleep enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.