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xmenfirstkink2011-12-18 05:18 pm
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round 3 overflow post
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Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
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Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
Heat - Part 33a
(Anonymous) 2012-09-05 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)[Please note that this section is also known as the Part Wherein It Is Revealed that Charles Really Doesn't Have a Plan] :D
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Erik stumbled back, his eyes wide as he whipped his head around. For a moment he just stood there and stared, as if unable to understand what his eyes were seeing. Charles – Charles couldn’t be there. Erik had locked him away, Erik had ran to leave him behind so that he would be safe, so that he wouldn’t have to-
‘Charles,’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘Charles – what are you doing here?’
Charles, who had been approaching, faltered for a moment.
‘I-’ he started before stopping. ‘I was worried,’ he finally said, his voice soft. His eyes trailed over Erik before moving almost hesitantly over to the box.
That seemed to wake Erik up and he immediately flung himself back towards the coffin, in time to see Shaw’s fist bursting through the front metal plate.
‘Erik…’ Shaw’s voice sing-songed through the gap, causing Erik’s blood to turn cold. It was nothing at all like Charles’s impassioned use of his name. ‘Erik, you’re doing so well! Don’t stop now!’
Swallowing, Erik glanced at Charles one more time before turning his back on him. He couldn’t deal with any distractions, not now that he was so close to getting what he wanted.
‘Go away, Charles,’ he said, making his voice as even as possible, his eyes fixed on the metal box in front of him. ‘I don’t want you here.’
Charles, naturally, didn’t listen.
‘Erik,’ he said, his voice urgent. ‘Erik, listen to me – this isn’t the way!’
‘If you can think of a more efficient way to kill him then be my guest,’ Erik gritted out, a line of sweat running down his brow as he pushed more metal towards the centre of the scrap yard.
‘I didn’t mean that I – Erik, killing Shaw will not bring you peace!’
That made Erik turn his face towards him. His expression was almost sad.
‘I’m sorry, Charles,’ he said, arm still stretched out in front of him. ‘But peace was never an option.’ And he pushed the metal even tighter around the body encased inside, squeezing as tightly as he possibly could.
Charles stood there, staring at him – the man he had grown to love in so short a space of time – with fear and agitation clear on his face.
‘No,’ he whispered, almost to himself, his head shaking with slowly-growing conviction. ‘No, I can’t – I’m sorry Erik, but I can’t watch you do this.’ And then he was suddenly throwing himself at Erik, knocking him down, breaking Erik’s connection to the metal.
Erik howled as the connection broke, the loss of control hitting him even harder than the impact of both Charles and the hard ground upon his already bruised ribs. Snarling, he caught Charles up by the scruff of his neck and squeezed for a dangerous moment, before suddenly coming back to himself and shoving Charles away, enraged both by Charles as well as his own actions, knowing how close he had come to nearly snapping the other man’s neck.
‘I said stay away, Charles!’ he snarled, barely glancing over at where Charles was gasping and clutching at his throat. ‘This has nothing to do with you!’
I can’t simply sit by and watch you kill someone, Erik, Charles’s voice echoed through his head, even though Charles himself was still gasping and panting on the ground next to him. I know what Shaw has done – I know how much this means to you, but there are other ways!
‘No!’ Erik’s voice was vehement. ‘No, Charles, there isn’t. You may have seen what Shaw has done but you still know nothing. You still don’t understand. And I have neither the time nor the inclination to convince you otherwise, so leave us!’
Re: Heat - Part 33a
Re: Heat - Part 33a
(Anonymous) 2012-09-06 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)(33b and c are now up!)
Heat - Part 33b
(Anonymous) 2012-09-06 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)But Erik – and Charles was still trying to stop him, still trying to persuade him – Erik, this is madness! You can’t simply kill a man – whoever he may be! Two wrongs cannot make a right - the principle remains the –
‘Your principles!’ Erik roared, more agitated than he would have believed possible. ‘Your morals! Which you are trying to force on me! Who are you to say what is right? Who are you to say that you know better?’
Charles, looking stricken, for once had nothing to say.
Erik gritted his teeth together and forced himself to calm down.
‘No, Charles,’ he said quietly. ‘I have far too much blood on my hands already for your words to have any impact on me. It’s too late. I have come too far and many have died to bring me to where I am today. This is as much for them as it is for me. And believe me,’ he smiled grimly, ‘the world is better off without Sebastian Shaw.’
‘Oh Erik, is that any way to talk about your dear, devoted friend?’ came a voice behind him and Erik immediately leapt to his feet, Charles immediately forgotten as he settled into a crouch, arms raised up before him. His eyes narrowed as he saw Shaw step out of the ruined metal carcass that curled about him, dusting his suit jacket off as he climbed out, as if he had just walked in out of the rain.
‘Well,’ Shaw said, once he was completely clear of the metal shell, ‘that was fun. Let’s try something else now, shall we?’
Erik tensed and reached out with his powers before another voice halted him, this time from Charles.
‘Erik,’ he gasped, still on the floor. ‘Erik, it doesn’t need to be this way!’
Erik opened his mouth to reply but before he could, he was interrupted by Shaw.
‘Erik!’ Shaw exclaimed, sounding delighted. He cocked his head and greedily ran his eyes over Charles, making Erik’s insides squirm in fear and anger. ‘Erik, who is this? Is this one of your friends?’
Erik growled threateningly, his eyes flashing as he moved to shield Charles from Shaw’s gaze, even as Charles brought his fingertips to his temple, frowning in concentration. Shaw saw him do so and laughed in delight.
‘Sorry,’ he said, smiling benevolently at Charles and reaching out to rap his knuckles against his helmet. ‘Telepath-proof. But aren’t you just a precious little thing?’
Charles’s frown changed into a scowl. He clearly did not appreciate being treated like some sort of performing puppy-dog.
Now do you blame me for wanting to kill him? Erik couldn’t help thinking, though he managed to stop himself from projecting the thought to Charles. He much preferred for Charles’s ire to be directed away from him, in the proper direction; that is to say, towards Shaw.
Unfortunately, it took a great deal more than petty annoyance to put Charles off.
‘Listen to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘Both of you. This isn’t the way! Can’t you see that nothing good will come of this?’
Erik grimaced but said nothing. Shaw, on the other hand, cocked his head at Charles, curious.
‘And what would you suggest?’ he asked interestedly, raising an eyebrow. ‘That we sit down as gentlemen and discuss this civilly?’
Charles, looking distinctly uneasy, paused for a minute before swallowing and, bravely sticking to his guns, jerked his head in a nod.
Shaw stared at him.
Then, all of a sudden, he let out a great bark of laughter.
‘Erik!’ he laughed happily, clapping his hands together. ‘Erik! Where on earth did you find this delightful creature? And more importantly – where can I get one of my own?’
Heat - Part 33c
(Anonymous) 2012-09-06 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)Charles stared at Shaw, nonplussed, but Erik’s hackles had risen and the growl he let out was more animalistic than human.
‘Enough!’ he said sharply, causing Shaw’s attention to fall back on him. ‘Enough distractions, Shaw. We finish this. Now.’
Shaw sighed and gave a careless shrug.
‘As you wish,’ he said evenly. Then he glanced at Charles. ‘Stick around,’ he said genially. ‘I’d like to have a chat, after.’
Not if I can help it, Erik thought grimly, tensing his muscles.
Shaw twisted his neck from side to side, working out the kinks in his neck. When he finally finished, he turned his sharp, complacent gaze on Erik.
‘Very well then,’ he said, smiling. ‘Play time is over. Let us finish this, once and for all.’
And then he attacked.
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Re: Heat - Part 33c
(okay guys, someone knock off Shaw's helmet. It will probably help XD)
Re: Heat - Part 33c
(Anonymous) 2012-09-13 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)Don't worry, they eventually figure that out! In fact ... the next part's up! :)