Vanish | Charles Xavier [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eight | Frankenstein's Monster

Rose was a loving person. She was clever, but to her the most valuable trait above all else was compassion. Not how powerful, or intelligent, but instead how kind and caring you were. Those were the redeemable traits to her. The ability to want to help and care for others. Charles was smart, handsome, and powerful, but what she loved about him was that used it all to help others. That was what he had began doing this week. He was using his powers to help others to then serve a greater purpose of helping the greater good.

That was the reason she didn't like Erik Lehnsherr. He just seemed so mean. So sarcastic. With no redeeming qualities. He was a man hell bent on revenge. At first she waned to help the borderline suicidal man to find his redemption. But despite how much Charles tried to help the man, he just seemed to insult the man who was his only true friend in the world. He was taking advantage of him. She couldn't have helped but feel disgusted by his selfishness. But Charles begged her to try and see the good that was within him because that would result in them becoming friends. But she doubted how much good could be in such a damaged man.

While Charles was helping out Hank, she was taking time to explore the mansion. It had been two days. They had a few more left. She was looking around the place because it was beautiful. There were more rooms than what she would have originally imagined. It was bigger on the inside than what it appeared in the outside somehow. So she managed to find a room with a couch and an armchair. She smiled to herself as she drew the blinds. Light lit up the room. The looked out at the right sun with a large smile on her face.

"Admiring the morning?" A voice asked out of nowhere, which scared her a bit, but when she turned it was just Erik and she felt calmed.

"Oh, good morning Erik," she greeted.

"It is a good morning. Enjoy it. You might not get a morning this beautiful for a long time."

She couldn't stand that comment and she shook her head towards him and crossed her arms. "Why do you say things like that? Can't you ever leave things on a good note for once, why are you like this?"

"Hasn't you boyfriend told you?"

"No," she stated, "because I don't want Charles to tell me what is wrong with you. I am studying to be a psychologist. And I want to help you. I want to understand and hope there is a person underneath all of that monster I see. But I can only do that if you are willing to talk to me, please. Because I do believe there was a good person. No matter what happened to you. And although Charles can just read your mind to find out everything he needs, you need someone willing to listen to everything you want share. Please."

He shook his head. "You couldn't handle my mind."

"Or you can't handle the idea of opening up to other people, that's why you push away Charles and are pushing me away now," she uttered, she walked passed him and down the hallway to go and find Charles or Raven. Which ever came first. She just needed something to do and someone to talk to.

Erik turned away and looked at the girl. He always took her as a young girl Charles kept around because she was beautiful and voluptuous. But this was the first time he took her seriously and it caused him to respect her a bit. She was more than what she lead on. And when he watched her walk away he couldn't have helped but wonder if what she said was true. Should he have really opened up to her? Would it change anything? There was no easy answer to solve this. But she might be able to help him out, if he wanted to. Did he though?

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Rose was sitting in the room she found that day on the couch. She was reading a book and humming to herself. She was in a dark brown tank top and a creme colored long skirt that had long slits on the sides. The boots she had been wearing that day were on the ground beside her while she read the book silently while humming. She was resting her back on the arm of the chair and stretched out her legs and crossed them. She was enjoying some time alone.