[Fic] Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home
Title: Ladybug Ladybug, Fly Away Home
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: R
Length: 1159 words
Warnings: Violence, mind-fuckery, torture, Dark!Charles
Summary: Post-divorce, someone captures Erik. Charles gets him back and makes them pay.
Notes: This is my first time writing Dark!Charles. I was in a black mood and this is what came out.
The man in the hallway was burning alive. Flames sputtered and licked at his arms, his legs, bursting out of his chest. A scream tore itself from his throat as he crumpled to the ground, the scent of his own charred flesh filling his nostrils. In front of him, the small man in the wheelchair chuckled coldly and rolled past into the next room, the steel door swooshing open before him.
Charles Xavier looked back at the guard on the floor, screaming and batting at his body frantically. He was not on fire. The only true physical pain he was feeling was the slap of his fists against his skin.
Charles smiled, and it was terrifying.
“Hey, you! Stop right there!” Another guard rounded the corner ahead, his gun pointed level with Charles face. The telepath raised a hand, pressing his fingers to the side of his face.
The gun dropped to the floor as the man gasped, watching his skin ripple. Something was crawling beneath his flesh; something was inside his body and it was trying to get out. The guard wailed as he scratched at his arms, drawing long bloody scratches into the pale skin.
Charles rolled past.
He had known something was wrong when he realized, at 2 AM on a Tuesday morning, that he could feel Erik. After months of pointed absence, the sudden flood of familiar thoughts, feelings, memories had Charles jerking up in bed screaming, his useless legs tangled in the sweat-drenched sheets. It wasn’t the unexpected return that had Charles scrambling out of bed and into his wheelchair, though- it was pain, and fear, and helplessness. He tugged on a t-shirt and wheeled himself out into the hallway, heading for the recently-installed elevator. The students were all sleeping. Hopefully he would be back before anyone started getting nervous.
The walls of the military compound were sleek steel, and he wondered as he made two more guards drop to the floor shrieking what had happened that Erik was still here. The abundant metal of the place made it more like a playground for the other man, but Charles could still feel his presence in the corner of his mind. It was weak, only really pulsing in agony and distress, and it made the crack in Charles’ heart widen just a bit more.
“Oh God,” whispered a guard in abject horror as he imagined that he was turning into his father, “Oh God, oh God!”
Charles pressed a button, and the last door opened.
The man bending over the operating table was tall and muscular, looking much more like a linebacker than a scientist. The lab coat pulled taut over his broad shoulders gave it away, though, and as Charles wheeled himself into the room the scientist glanced over his shoulder, frowning.
“Who’s there? You know that no one is allowed into this part of the facility-“ He broke off as he saw the intruder, a grin spreading over his face. “Oh. Well, this is a surprise.”
The naked figure bound to the table with thick plastic cuffs groaned and thrashed weakly. Charles narrowed his eyes.
“You are going to step away from him now.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. The scientist laughed.
“I hardly think that’s going to happen, my crippled friend.”
You misunderstand. Charles’ voice reverberated in the scientist’s head. You will step away from him. Now.
The scientist’s legs moved haltingly, jerking like a puppet’s. His eyes grew wide beneath his spectacles.
“Nnooww ssiitt.” His lips moved, speaking aloud as he continued to speak inside the other man’s mind. It echoed like a yell into a canyon, the sound of twenty men from one. The scientist dropped to his knees against his will.
Charles rolled over to him. Give me the key.
Unbidden, the scientist handed the tiny plastic key to the telepath. Charles turned his back and wheeled towards the operating table, unable to suppress a shudder as he saw Erik fully. His eyes were open but stared blindly, his breathing shallow and his body marred with open scalpel slashes and stuck with needles. Charles glared at the scientist. What are you injecting him with?
“I-it’s a sedative drip.” The scientist blubbered in terror. “We had to keep him out of it to do the experiments… don’t kill me, please don’t kill me…!”
Charles stroked a hand down Erik’s face, cupping the other man’s cheek tenderly. The key slid into the lock of the cuffs around his wrists.
This man has hurt me. He whispered into the scientist’s head. He has hurt me like you wouldn’t believe, Dr. Gilbert. But he is still the man I love, and he belongs to me.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!”
I could kill you with a thought, you know. Charles continued to undo Erik’s bonds, gently pulling the needles from his veins. I could make your brain fry in less than the time it takes me to blink. I could give you an aneurysm so magnificent that blood would spill out of your eyes like tears.
“No, don’t-“
Charles held one of Erik’s limp hands loosely, pressing it to his lips. Beg for your life.
“What?”
You heard me. I want you to beg for your pathetic life. I want you to grovel at my feet and beg for me to spare you.
The scientist threw himself forward, sobbing. “Oh Jesus, oh God, please don’t kill me, please, I have a wife, I have a baby girl, please let me live, please don’t kill me!”
A wife, yes. Margaret, isn’t it? Charles carded his fingers through Erik’s hair, trying to soothe his fevered cries. You beat her. Quite often as a matter of fact. Do you really think that Margaret would mind not having you around? And little baby Nicole would grow up much safer without a man who takes potshots at her in her crib, wouldn’t she?
“Oh God, oh please-“
You’re lucky that I’m a generous man, Dr. Gilbert. You’re lucky it’s against my personal code to kill. Charles turned away from Erik for a second to look over his shoulder at the scientist. But you hurt Erik. And you must be punished.
“NO!” Was the last word on Dr. Gilbert’s lips before he fell to the concrete floor in a dead slump. His pulse still beat strongly in his neck, his breath still rose and fell in his chest and his eyes were still peeled wide open, staring at the ceiling, but he would never move voluntarily again. He might twitch from time to time, but for the rest of his life he would stay frozen in place, trapped inside his mind. He would be in agony unknown to man, unable to speak, to blink, to move.
It was perfect.
“Charles…” Erik croaked, his voice hoarse. He blinked. “Where…?”
“Shhh.” Charles pressed a soft kiss to Erik’s forehead. “Everything is fine now, my love. Let’s go home.”
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: R
Length: 1159 words
Warnings: Violence, mind-fuckery, torture, Dark!Charles
Summary: Post-divorce, someone captures Erik. Charles gets him back and makes them pay.
Notes: This is my first time writing Dark!Charles. I was in a black mood and this is what came out.
The man in the hallway was burning alive. Flames sputtered and licked at his arms, his legs, bursting out of his chest. A scream tore itself from his throat as he crumpled to the ground, the scent of his own charred flesh filling his nostrils. In front of him, the small man in the wheelchair chuckled coldly and rolled past into the next room, the steel door swooshing open before him.
Charles Xavier looked back at the guard on the floor, screaming and batting at his body frantically. He was not on fire. The only true physical pain he was feeling was the slap of his fists against his skin.
Charles smiled, and it was terrifying.
“Hey, you! Stop right there!” Another guard rounded the corner ahead, his gun pointed level with Charles face. The telepath raised a hand, pressing his fingers to the side of his face.
The gun dropped to the floor as the man gasped, watching his skin ripple. Something was crawling beneath his flesh; something was inside his body and it was trying to get out. The guard wailed as he scratched at his arms, drawing long bloody scratches into the pale skin.
Charles rolled past.
He had known something was wrong when he realized, at 2 AM on a Tuesday morning, that he could feel Erik. After months of pointed absence, the sudden flood of familiar thoughts, feelings, memories had Charles jerking up in bed screaming, his useless legs tangled in the sweat-drenched sheets. It wasn’t the unexpected return that had Charles scrambling out of bed and into his wheelchair, though- it was pain, and fear, and helplessness. He tugged on a t-shirt and wheeled himself out into the hallway, heading for the recently-installed elevator. The students were all sleeping. Hopefully he would be back before anyone started getting nervous.
The walls of the military compound were sleek steel, and he wondered as he made two more guards drop to the floor shrieking what had happened that Erik was still here. The abundant metal of the place made it more like a playground for the other man, but Charles could still feel his presence in the corner of his mind. It was weak, only really pulsing in agony and distress, and it made the crack in Charles’ heart widen just a bit more.
“Oh God,” whispered a guard in abject horror as he imagined that he was turning into his father, “Oh God, oh God!”
Charles pressed a button, and the last door opened.
The man bending over the operating table was tall and muscular, looking much more like a linebacker than a scientist. The lab coat pulled taut over his broad shoulders gave it away, though, and as Charles wheeled himself into the room the scientist glanced over his shoulder, frowning.
“Who’s there? You know that no one is allowed into this part of the facility-“ He broke off as he saw the intruder, a grin spreading over his face. “Oh. Well, this is a surprise.”
The naked figure bound to the table with thick plastic cuffs groaned and thrashed weakly. Charles narrowed his eyes.
“You are going to step away from him now.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. The scientist laughed.
“I hardly think that’s going to happen, my crippled friend.”
You misunderstand. Charles’ voice reverberated in the scientist’s head. You will step away from him. Now.
The scientist’s legs moved haltingly, jerking like a puppet’s. His eyes grew wide beneath his spectacles.
“Nnooww ssiitt.” His lips moved, speaking aloud as he continued to speak inside the other man’s mind. It echoed like a yell into a canyon, the sound of twenty men from one. The scientist dropped to his knees against his will.
Charles rolled over to him. Give me the key.
Unbidden, the scientist handed the tiny plastic key to the telepath. Charles turned his back and wheeled towards the operating table, unable to suppress a shudder as he saw Erik fully. His eyes were open but stared blindly, his breathing shallow and his body marred with open scalpel slashes and stuck with needles. Charles glared at the scientist. What are you injecting him with?
“I-it’s a sedative drip.” The scientist blubbered in terror. “We had to keep him out of it to do the experiments… don’t kill me, please don’t kill me…!”
Charles stroked a hand down Erik’s face, cupping the other man’s cheek tenderly. The key slid into the lock of the cuffs around his wrists.
This man has hurt me. He whispered into the scientist’s head. He has hurt me like you wouldn’t believe, Dr. Gilbert. But he is still the man I love, and he belongs to me.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!”
I could kill you with a thought, you know. Charles continued to undo Erik’s bonds, gently pulling the needles from his veins. I could make your brain fry in less than the time it takes me to blink. I could give you an aneurysm so magnificent that blood would spill out of your eyes like tears.
“No, don’t-“
Charles held one of Erik’s limp hands loosely, pressing it to his lips. Beg for your life.
“What?”
You heard me. I want you to beg for your pathetic life. I want you to grovel at my feet and beg for me to spare you.
The scientist threw himself forward, sobbing. “Oh Jesus, oh God, please don’t kill me, please, I have a wife, I have a baby girl, please let me live, please don’t kill me!”
A wife, yes. Margaret, isn’t it? Charles carded his fingers through Erik’s hair, trying to soothe his fevered cries. You beat her. Quite often as a matter of fact. Do you really think that Margaret would mind not having you around? And little baby Nicole would grow up much safer without a man who takes potshots at her in her crib, wouldn’t she?
“Oh God, oh please-“
You’re lucky that I’m a generous man, Dr. Gilbert. You’re lucky it’s against my personal code to kill. Charles turned away from Erik for a second to look over his shoulder at the scientist. But you hurt Erik. And you must be punished.
“NO!” Was the last word on Dr. Gilbert’s lips before he fell to the concrete floor in a dead slump. His pulse still beat strongly in his neck, his breath still rose and fell in his chest and his eyes were still peeled wide open, staring at the ceiling, but he would never move voluntarily again. He might twitch from time to time, but for the rest of his life he would stay frozen in place, trapped inside his mind. He would be in agony unknown to man, unable to speak, to blink, to move.
It was perfect.
“Charles…” Erik croaked, his voice hoarse. He blinked. “Where…?”
“Shhh.” Charles pressed a soft kiss to Erik’s forehead. “Everything is fine now, my love. Let’s go home.”