The Distance of Utopia- Prologue
Title: The Distance of Utopia
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: R (For violence and Sexual themes)
Part: 1/10 Prologue
Summary: AU! Erik was, of course, on a mission and Charles, of course, had an opposing one. Or so it seems at least.
When Shaw got a hold of Erik he'd made his discovery very public, and the people and governments called for action. Prompt action. They created for them their own world, a Utopia- one that promises them safety and normalcy.Though, the experiments and cameras would leave a person to question how safe it really was.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. It's a little depressing, honestly.
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Prologue:
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There was screaming, of course. Though that fact was hardly a new one, after all, people often screamed around Erik.
He could feel the metal of their vehicles ringing out to him, like some twisted song that sang to his very bones. The rush of metal was smooth inside him, as if copper wires flowed beneath his skin in place of blood. It was almost as if the vehicles wanted to be ripped apart, wanted to be free from the horrors of humanity the same as he did.
So he complied, easily accepting the pained screams caused by his action and simply ignoring the flash of thick, satisfaction that coiled in his belly, like some ill-conceived version of pleasure.
Perhaps there was a time in his life when he sought less violent memories. When, instead of blood and freedom, he simply wanted happiness or, maybe, ridiculously, love. Erik couldn’t think of that time now though, not when he was so, so close.
But close to what?
Freedom. Revenge. Justice. His mind growled. Erik ripped up another car, a scream of lustful hate tearing out his throat as he did it. People fled around, trying to escape to the array of narrow, humble buildings.
They’d cornered him by accident. He’d been scouring this southern, German city for answers, a lead- anything to find that rat who started this. That Shaw. He could be hiding there, that town, hidden by sloping hills and blithe grass, with all its quiet, sweet, unknowing people.
Erik hated them too. For him, ignorance was hardly an excuse. Never an excuse.
He wouldn’t be captured again. He wouldn’t be labeled and numbered again. Utopia, for all the serene images supplied by its name, was just another prison. He’d be an experiment, a toy for another demented scientist.
And he still had yet to take care of the first.
Another car was flipped over, destroyed. But all those humans did was stare, frozen by fear, their mouths agape like fish scooped out of water and left to die on the unfamiliar surface. Erik wondered if this is what his people, the other mutants like him, had looked like when they’d been ripped from their lives and placed on that ridiculous island surrounded by sea.
Erik hoped so, hoped they realized they would never have a place among these people. They would never understand. But why would they? Or better, why should they?
They’re so utterly convinced this world is their own.
A car pulled up, a large, dark one, but it was hardly a matter to Erik. A car, even one so large as that, was nothing compared to his power. He proved this much already.
More screams, Erik couldn’t accurately recall if he hurt anyone with his attack, but a small part of him hoped a bit cruelly he had. His mind filled with pictures of his family, his mother’s dying form and he hoped he showed them the same pain, the same agony-
STOP THIS.
“Wha-“ His hand jerked in surprise at that echoing voice, letting that black car slip from his control.
STOP THIS.
Erik grabbed at his head and tried to stop the groan of distress that slipped from him. But the voice was so loud.
INNOCENT PEOPLE. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. CHILDREN AROUND, DON’T RUSH THIS, CALM YOUR SELF. THEY’LL KILL YOU.
Erik screamed, roared in protest, but his grip was loosening, it was…
KILL YOU.
Erik felt his body slump to the ground, felt his legs crumbled beneath him. And he tilted suddenly, unexplainably weak into all that charmingly, green grass. The voice never stopped though, it filled him with urgent silence. “What is this..?”
A patter of footsteps seemed to race towards him, muffled by earth and his own weakened mind. Hands touched his shoulder, somehow urgent and demanding and gentle all at once.
I’m sorry, the voice cooed, just a soft English pallor sweeping the whole of his mind. You’ll not soon forgive me for this, but I am sorry, my friend.
So it was another mutant.
So very sorry.
A warm arm came to slip under his shoulders, tugging him up on to unstable feet. “NO!” The English voice warned, but it seemed to be directed outwards- towards an audience. Erik knew who they were, he knew that, not for the first time, he’d been captured. The English boy’s voice wavered with desperation. “I’ll take him. He’s not injured. He’ll stay with me. He can't attack right now.”
Erik felt the heat of the body that pull him, carried him and leaned into it, blearily trying to focus as he spoke harsh, mumbled words.
His voice was full of hatred-
“You…” He started, his tongue feeling loose and weak.
-but, it always was though, wasn’t it?
“Traitor.”
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A/N: Ah, the allure of Charles/Erik. What is it about this fandom? More will be explained in the chapters to come- still, that's no excuse if this is confusing... If you liked it please comment, this is my first attempt at a fic and, well like I said, I couldn't resist.
Actually, if you didn't like it, also comment. Criticism is good for the soul, you know. This un-Betaed so please inform me of any grammatical mistakes and the like i may have missed.
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: R (For violence and Sexual themes)
Part: 1/10 Prologue
Summary: AU! Erik was, of course, on a mission and Charles, of course, had an opposing one. Or so it seems at least.
When Shaw got a hold of Erik he'd made his discovery very public, and the people and governments called for action. Prompt action. They created for them their own world, a Utopia- one that promises them safety and normalcy.Though, the experiments and cameras would leave a person to question how safe it really was.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. It's a little depressing, honestly.
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Prologue:
_________________________________________________________________________________________
There was screaming, of course. Though that fact was hardly a new one, after all, people often screamed around Erik.
He could feel the metal of their vehicles ringing out to him, like some twisted song that sang to his very bones. The rush of metal was smooth inside him, as if copper wires flowed beneath his skin in place of blood. It was almost as if the vehicles wanted to be ripped apart, wanted to be free from the horrors of humanity the same as he did.
So he complied, easily accepting the pained screams caused by his action and simply ignoring the flash of thick, satisfaction that coiled in his belly, like some ill-conceived version of pleasure.
Perhaps there was a time in his life when he sought less violent memories. When, instead of blood and freedom, he simply wanted happiness or, maybe, ridiculously, love. Erik couldn’t think of that time now though, not when he was so, so close.
But close to what?
Freedom. Revenge. Justice. His mind growled. Erik ripped up another car, a scream of lustful hate tearing out his throat as he did it. People fled around, trying to escape to the array of narrow, humble buildings.
They’d cornered him by accident. He’d been scouring this southern, German city for answers, a lead- anything to find that rat who started this. That Shaw. He could be hiding there, that town, hidden by sloping hills and blithe grass, with all its quiet, sweet, unknowing people.
Erik hated them too. For him, ignorance was hardly an excuse. Never an excuse.
He wouldn’t be captured again. He wouldn’t be labeled and numbered again. Utopia, for all the serene images supplied by its name, was just another prison. He’d be an experiment, a toy for another demented scientist.
And he still had yet to take care of the first.
Another car was flipped over, destroyed. But all those humans did was stare, frozen by fear, their mouths agape like fish scooped out of water and left to die on the unfamiliar surface. Erik wondered if this is what his people, the other mutants like him, had looked like when they’d been ripped from their lives and placed on that ridiculous island surrounded by sea.
Erik hoped so, hoped they realized they would never have a place among these people. They would never understand. But why would they? Or better, why should they?
They’re so utterly convinced this world is their own.
A car pulled up, a large, dark one, but it was hardly a matter to Erik. A car, even one so large as that, was nothing compared to his power. He proved this much already.
More screams, Erik couldn’t accurately recall if he hurt anyone with his attack, but a small part of him hoped a bit cruelly he had. His mind filled with pictures of his family, his mother’s dying form and he hoped he showed them the same pain, the same agony-
STOP THIS.
“Wha-“ His hand jerked in surprise at that echoing voice, letting that black car slip from his control.
STOP THIS.
Erik grabbed at his head and tried to stop the groan of distress that slipped from him. But the voice was so loud.
INNOCENT PEOPLE. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. STOP THIS. CHILDREN AROUND, DON’T RUSH THIS, CALM YOUR SELF. THEY’LL KILL YOU.
Erik screamed, roared in protest, but his grip was loosening, it was…
KILL YOU.
Erik felt his body slump to the ground, felt his legs crumbled beneath him. And he tilted suddenly, unexplainably weak into all that charmingly, green grass. The voice never stopped though, it filled him with urgent silence. “What is this..?”
A patter of footsteps seemed to race towards him, muffled by earth and his own weakened mind. Hands touched his shoulder, somehow urgent and demanding and gentle all at once.
I’m sorry, the voice cooed, just a soft English pallor sweeping the whole of his mind. You’ll not soon forgive me for this, but I am sorry, my friend.
So it was another mutant.
So very sorry.
A warm arm came to slip under his shoulders, tugging him up on to unstable feet. “NO!” The English voice warned, but it seemed to be directed outwards- towards an audience. Erik knew who they were, he knew that, not for the first time, he’d been captured. The English boy’s voice wavered with desperation. “I’ll take him. He’s not injured. He’ll stay with me. He can't attack right now.”
Erik felt the heat of the body that pull him, carried him and leaned into it, blearily trying to focus as he spoke harsh, mumbled words.
His voice was full of hatred-
“You…” He started, his tongue feeling loose and weak.
-but, it always was though, wasn’t it?
“Traitor.”
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A/N: Ah, the allure of Charles/Erik. What is it about this fandom? More will be explained in the chapters to come- still, that's no excuse if this is confusing... If you liked it please comment, this is my first attempt at a fic and, well like I said, I couldn't resist.
Actually, if you didn't like it, also comment. Criticism is good for the soul, you know. This un-Betaed so please inform me of any grammatical mistakes and the like i may have missed.