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Erik Lehnsherr ([personal profile] markedformore) wrote2011-11-30 11:47 pm
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It happens, again.

One moment, Erik feels himself safe in the embrace of his mother -- Schmidt dead behind him and the nightmare gone -- and the next, he finds he is back at the beginning and watching in horror as Schmidt requests -- asks, demands, insists -- that he move the coin. His anguish must be palpable and easy to hear from continents away and if Charles is nearby, it will be the first thing he hears. His fingers tremble and so he presses the blunt edge of filthy nails into his palm to stop them.

-- all that this does is cause his muscles to flex and the numbers etched on his arm stand out in stark contrast.

He cannot do this. He cannot live with this one more time. The hope bleeds out of him. The rage ebbs away. He is left a broken boy standing before his creator with no knowledge of what he is meant to do next. If they escape, he is brought here. If Erik stops Shaw, they are brought back here. In the distant recesses of Erik's mind, he is aware there is another option, but he cannot bring himself to think on it.

His shoulders lose the firm line of defiance and he wonders what is left to do but surrender to inevitability, if nothing else will work.
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[personal profile] thebettermen 2011-12-01 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
It's dizzying. Back and forth and back again. Charles barely has a chance to catch his breath before the change happens anew, and he is once more standing in an increasingly familiar hallway. What power has brought them there remains a frustrating mystery, the island surely the only culprit to blame, though it is presently a world away. Even so, Charles can't waste the time to give the matter any more thought, rushing instead into the office, but careful to shield himself and Billy from all eyes save Erik's.

Erik.

Erik, whose hands are deceptively clean from the blood he just spilled in the name of vengeance. Erik, who stands before him as beaten as he did the day this was first lived. Erik, who will kill Shaw no matter what happens here. Had Charles been a fool to ever think he could guide anyone away from such a well-laid path?

What do you mean to do? he asks of Erik wordlessly, his voice that of his older self. Do you see, now?