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Erik Lehnsherr ([personal profile] markedformore) wrote2011-06-29 03:44 pm
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In the depths of his mind, he can hear his mother’s voice as though given to him by the heavens above. He can feel the brushes of Charles’ interference, but the memory is brought up from the depths of a truly cold sea of rage and reminds him of the boy he used to be before he’d fallen prey to men and their so-called better race.

How is it that nothing has changed? How have they suffered so many atrocities and yet still proclaim to be the ‘better race’.

There is a striking similarity in his feelings towards the government as he had once felt about his oppressors. They fear them. They fear them because they do not understand and eventually that fear boils into something darker and deeper. Eventually, it is hate. Erik is well-aware that his own hate is fuelled of something far more righteous and based in love, not fear. He feels that rage dying away, his hands agrip with power as he focuses upon a satellite too big for any man to move on his own.

In the place of rage and with great slowness, the memory begins to remind him of the boy he once was. He thinks of candles and the joy of family around him. He thinks of finding a light in the dark and of his mother’s loving smile. She would have done anything for him.

This revenge, this plot that Charles knows about -- what do you know about me? everything -- and yet allows him to continue training as though one day he will simply change his mind. This revenge is for her. He will do anything for her, as well.

His fingers tremble and he focuses his attention harder as the memory surfaces happy emotions that he’d once thought long-lost. He focuses on this recollection that he had thought abandoned and watches as the satellite begins to turn towards them slowly. Slowly, slowly, but eventually, it gives and Erik feels a sudden burst of pride and hope and determination. If he can do this, then Shaw will no longer stand in his way. The sheer fury coupled with Erik’s abilities will permit him to be better than any mutant has ever been let to be. He will be better and he will take Shaw’s life.

Of these two things, he is sure.

Dimly, he is aware of Charles’ voice.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

He can’t be sure whether Charles has spoken those words or merely murmured them in Erik’s mind. When he closes his eyes momentarily to focus on the fleeting echo of the happy memory (before it fades away in the face of cool determination, as it is bound), he thinks he can almost smell the wax of the candles and the burn of the flame.

He opens his eyes in order to stem out the memory of the candles, but what he finds is that he’s gone from the intangible to the literal. He’s staring at an array of candles as dishes collide and cause a cacophony of noise. Charles is not there (certainly not in his head) and Erik looks around him warily to find people dining with their cutlery, their plates heavy on the table.

He searches out a source of metal, the nearest he can find, and with tears still staining his cheeks, he tries his damnedest to move it. Nothing happens. He uncovers a great well of anger and tries again, teeth gritted together in sheer stubborn determination. He’s just moved a mountain and now cannot even affect a molehill.

Erik heeds little of the attention around him, cursing under his breath in his native tongue, before trying just once more. “Move!” he snaps, his patience growing short. Nothing responds to him and, worse than that, he feels as though he is disconnected from the abilities that have been with him through everything. He fights to strangle back the choked feeling in his throat as an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness overtakes him.

The ink on his arm seems to burn and he feels, once more, trapped – helpless. Surrounded. He will not simply sit back this time. If he must fight without his powers, he will find a way. History will not repeat itself, not here in this strange place. He storms forward to the burning candles and snuffs one out with nothing more than a lick of his fingertips, searching around him for an answer.

“Tell me,” he demands of a passing young man, grasping at the fabric of his shirt to fully gain his attention. “What’s happened? Where am I?”
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-06-29 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy wanted to say he understood what it was like to be alone here, and while he'd had Kate at first, then Teddy, they'd both left. Having new friends and having the Avengers wasn't the same - they didn't know Billy the way Kate, Teddy and the others had.

"Yeah, I can take you. There's a council here and they have an office with a whole bunch of information, but it's a bit of a walk to the main compound."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-06-29 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"My mother did," he said with a nod, and headed toward the door of the Winchester, looking over his shoulder to make sure he was being followed. "So did my uncle, and my twin brother. And our grandfather, it started with his mutation, I guess."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-06-30 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help but smile, unused to hearing such simple acceptance of his powers. Over the years, all Billy had ever heard was he was too young, he needed to be careful, everyone hated him and his kind.

"My mother did, but not my grandfather," he clarified. "Or my brother or uncle. I'm not sure why there was variety in the powers themselves, but we all do have the gene."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Simply put, magic," Billy replied with shrug. "I don't really know how to describe it, but I could just want something, and it would happen. I was still getting a hang of everything, I only discovered my powers when I was fifteen."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-02 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy wasn't sure how to answer at first, and his hesitation showed. He didn't like the term lesser form, and had to remember that appearance and family aside, this was still a young Magneto he was talking to.

"For the most part," he decided on. "One day we're loved and the next day we're hated. It's been that way since before I was born."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-03 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
This was the weird part; at least with most people around, the difference in time are only in years, not decades.

"2008," he said, and couldn't help the apologetic look accompanying his reply.
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Billy said, drawing out the syllable as he brushed his hair out of his face. He couldn't really look at Erik (Magneto? Grandfather? God, this was going to be confusing.) yet, unsure of the reaction he wanted from him when he let a pretty big bomb drop.

It wasn't every day someone got to meet their future grand kid, after all. (And again, he wished desperately Tommy were there next to him.)

"See, you...kind of are. My grandfather." He dared a look up, and gave him an apologetic look. "Surprise?"
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-04 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
He'd hoped for that sort of reaction, but Billy hadn't really been expecting it. He tensed in the sudden hug, before relaxing when he realized that he wasn't about to be called crazy.

It was weird. It was really, really weird.

"I am," he said, voice muffled slightly. "It's just me here, but there's Tommy back home, too."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-05 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you do," Billy said, at a loss for anything else to add on the topic. Maybe if he'd had time to prepare for this he wouldn't have had to sound like such a dumbass. "Sorry if it's a shock, it's not exactly the way I pictured a family reunion."
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-07 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
How to explain that in a way that didn't make him sound insane? Going into the whole story would involve a lot of explanation, a belief in magic, and probably a lot of alcohol on Magneto's part, but Billy settled for the simplest one.

"Yes and no. I mean, I was kind of adopted, but I was never alone. I have amazing parents. It's only been about a year or two since I knew about "

It helped that it was true.
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[personal profile] halfscarlet 2011-07-10 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I can definitely say I've never been lonely," Billy assured him. He didn't know about Tommy; even after he'd joined the Avengers, Tommy never said much about his past, as though them finding him in a juvenile detention center in Jersey explained it all. Billy couldn't really blame him.