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fear

September 21st, 2001

      "Focus Thomas."

      "I'm trying!" Thomas shouted as he squeezed his eyes shut and thrust his hands out in front of him.

      "You have to stop fighting it." The professor was sitting in the chair, watching Thomas struggle in the training room. The room was grey, more silver actually and the walls look to be made of some weird type of metal. Xavier assured Thomas that he couldn't break anything in the room, but he was still terrified.

      Thomas turned around and kicked the wall in frustration. "I don't even know what I can do!" Thomas shouted, pulling at his hair. "All I know is people end up dead when I do whatever it is!"

      "We're trying to figure out what you can do."

      "How can we do that if I don't even know how to make it happen?!"

      "It's always frustrating at first."

      Thomas was getting beyond angry. "I can't do it! I've told you over and over, I can't and I won't ever be able to do it!"

      "You're just not focusing." Thomas swore he saw the hint of a smirk on the man's face which pissed him off more than anything else ever could have.

      "I told you I caN'T FUCKING DO IT!" Thomas screamed, feeling something explode in his head. He felt his body get thrown back, groaning as he hit the wall. He slowly opened his eyes, holding out his arm and gasping as he saw the veins run black.

      Shit shit shit shit. Thomas sucked in a harsh breath of air, his chest arching up as he felt his body collapse on itself. His eyes were forced closed and he felt air rush back into his lungs, almost overwhelming him.

      Keep your eyes open Thomas. There was that fucking voice again. The professor and his stupid power.

      "Get out of my head!" Thomas screamed, clamping his hands over his ears like it would do anything.

      Just open your eyes.

      Thomas whimpered and rolled so he was sitting up. It sounded like rough water was rushing past his ears, like he was stuck in an insane river.

      Thomas took a couple deep breaths, trying to steady his racing heart rate. Eyes. Open your eyes. Thomas willed himself, keeping his hands clenched over his ears.

      Thomas counted down from five in his head, screaming as he wrenched his eyes open. It took a massive amount of effort, but once they were open, everything stopped. It was calm and nothingness, the world was silent.

      Thomas put his hand on the ground, feeling a surface but only seeing blackness. He slowly stood up, relishing in the silence.

      Thomas blinked a few times, looking down at his arms. He could still see the black running through his veins, but it was soft now, running slowly and calmly.

      "Hello?" Thomas called out into the room. "Is anyone there?"

      He heard footsteps behind him, causing him to turn quickly. It was the man again, the one with black eyes. He didn't move, just stood still like a skeleton standing out in the shadows.

      "Uh-" Thomas was quickly cut off when the men pressed a gun to his forehead.

      Thomas swallowed hard, feeling his heart rate pick up again. He winced, feeling pin pricks in his arms.