"I am sorry that you are blind to the real dilemma here and that we must part in such disagreement. Farewell old friend." He turns and runs from me, leaving me to watch. My mouth twitches as I try and think of something to say that would call him back, but I knew it would be futile. He has to follow his own path. I hope it ends in the right direction. Now that I am alone I spin my wheelchair around and begin heading in the direction opposite from Erik's. There's something wrong here. Why was there no mention of the blood anywhere, it has to exist because they told Moira about it. If my hair was still long it would be blowing back due to my speed. There is a disturbing lack of people about, making me wonder what exactly was going on. Maybe only the higher ups knew about it... but they couldn't keep it a secret from everyone in the building. I put my fingers to my temple and reevaluate my location compared to Moira's. Seeing her bound and in pain stirs up an anger inside that I barely recognize. I suppose my year of numbness made parts of me unfamiliar. The parts I kept hidden from myself...
The action of pushing myself along is exhausting, and I find myself struggling for breath as I speed down the endless halls. They are immaculately clean, which makes the overwhelming grayness of the walls, floor, and ceiling nearly painful to look at. I don't have to look at them too closely, however, as it is received as one gray blur while I rushed by. Why isn't anyone around? Why isn't anyone stopping me? I invade the minds of everyone I see behind their glass doors. Only a few of them know about Moira, and I continue to discover that not one of them knows about the blood. Yes, there is definitely something wrong here.
I realize I am almost to the room where I know Moira is. I assess the situation again as I draw nearer. She is still unconscious on the floor... a few men around her... I will have to incapacitate them. I enter the minds of the men around her, and one by one put them to sleep. Outside the door, I hear the thuds of the bodies falling to the ground. When there is no one left, I roll inside. The sight of Moira causes a painful constriction in my chest. I rush to her quickly, and attempt to undo the bonds that hold her.
"Well, what an interesting development. They assured me you would come, but I could't believe it until now." I spin around to face the man who spoke. I was sure there was no one else--
I am alarmed to see him wearing a helmet that hugs his head. The front stops at both sides of his chin and travels up the sides of his face, meeting to crown his forehead. It has a strange elegance that has nothing to do with it being impervious to my power. I can't read his mind, I can hardly sense him...even knowing he's here. What kind of helmet is that? I try not to show my surprise to the young-looking man beneath the helmet.
"Release her." I attempt to keep my voice steady, and impress myself doing it. I keep my gaze on him while I reach out to Moira with my mind. I wake her, but keep her eyes closed.
"Moira, everything will be fine, keep your eyes closed." I tell her telepathically.
"Charles? Charles are you all right? What-"
"Perhaps, but that depends on you entirely," his cold eyes do not stray from mine as he walks slowly towards me, "if you come with me willingly then I assure you Mrs. MacTaggert will walk away unharmed." His entire demeanor is intimidating, strong, and even a little arrogant.
"I am not a threat to you or to anyone else. I have no interest in government affairs, I'm simply trying to--"
"It doesn't matter what you think of yourself." He grows more threatening than ever. "Every one of your freakish kind is a danger to the people and to this nation. You have no business living your life freely, you need to be monitored and studied for the safety of mankind." He seems to have more to say, but withholds whatever it is after a look around. He bows, so that his face is only a few inches from mine. He holds the armrests of my wheelchair with his hands, and I can feel the strength of his grip.
"Let her go."
"So you've agreed to come then?" I look again at Moira. I know she is awake and listening, thought her eyes are still closed. Her gun isn't on her. She is no match for him, as great a fighter as she is. I can tell that not only is the man in the helmet strong, but also trained in combat and highly skilled, from the rank on his jacket. When I look back at the man, I control Moira's mouth so she cannot speak, but I open her eyes.
"If you free her, I will." I consider all the possibilities of what he will do to me. If he sends men instead of himself, not wearing helmets like that, I can protect myself long enough for Moira and Erik to find me. I close Moira's eyes just in time, as the man is beginning to bend over her to untie her bonds with a knife he pulled from his belt.
"Find Erik." I tell her before making her unconscious again. When she is completely untied, the man turns back to me with the ropes in hand. He looks at me, to the ropes, then back to me, considering. I see a right hook coming--
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Two Sides Of A Coin
FanfictionCharles Xavier is in the grasp of depression. After his life came crashing down around him, he lived in the shadows, struggling to survive. Until Erik shows up at his door, the most dangerous person in his life is himself. Erik has often played the...
