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xmenfirstkink2011-12-18 05:18 pm
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round 3 overflow post
This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.
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SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
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--- Text of the prompt
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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174
Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942
Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.25 [violence, death]
Charles looked in his eyes as his conscious shrunk, spiraling down to the black vacuum. The fading mental hold showed him the door opening inside Shaw's mind. There was relief behind that door, he knew it, an absolute truth. He could go there. He could fall down to that darkness, leave this pain.
"No you can't," Emma said out loud, and Charles felt her nails press down on his shoulder. The pain was fresh, clear and it jolted him, his body recalling its duty to live. The destroyed bond pulsed and bled inside him, and he tried to struggle up, the world swimming in his eyes.
"Help me," he thought to Emma before he lost consciousness.
***
Erik took a deep breath, the first free one of his life.
Shaw was dead.
Erik felt light, exhilarated, his heart thrumming fast. He took another deep breath, and kicked the corpse so hard that a bone crunched inside of it. Azazel did the same from the other side, snapping Shaw's head in an odd angle.
Emma straightened up from the floor and came to stare at the corpse next to him.
"Son of a bitch. We should've done this slower, so I could've enjoyed it thoroughly," she said and leaned to wipe her bloodied hand on the white coat. "Ruined my manicure anyway."
Azazel followed her and wiped his sword clean the same way.
"We need to cut his head off," Erik said, thinking out loud. “To make sure.”
Azazel shrugged and nodded, glancing back to Janos. He sat on the floor, his shirt a tattered mess beside him. His skin blistered where the fire had touched it. Erik knew it must hurt, but he didn't seem to even notice it. A second degree burns, he had been lucky. He held Raven's head in his lap, stroking her hair. He stared at Azazel, unblinking and demanding.
"Janos wants to do it," Azazel said. "He has deserved the right."
Erik couldn't argue with that. Emma nodded and turned to her mate, who sat on the floor and looked around baffled, holding his knee.
"Em?" he asked, his eyes swaying back and worth between them all, then to the body and he turned paler. "What happened?"
"My little darling," Emma said and helped him up to his feet. "You had a bit of an adventure, but don't worry, it's over now. I'll take you home."
The boy clung to her shoulder, leaning against her side. She wrapped her arm around his waist, kissing his cheek.
"You take the girl too?" Erik asked, nodding to her. She sat near the door, pressing her hand against the head wound and crying. “Or you still want me to do a number on her?”
“Thank you, I would like that, but she belongs to my sister and she should decide what she wants to do to with that treacherous whore,” Emma said. “My sister is a traditionalist, so I think she will get the living daylight beaten out of her. Speaking of, shouldn't you take care of your mate?”
Erik turned, realizing that he had forgotten about him. Charles laid on the floor, eyes closed and spattered blood flecking his pale skin. Erik tried to feel something about that, but there was nothing. The bond was gone, nothing left of it. Maybe a blunt ache that hadn't been there before, but it didn't bother him. Erik shrugged and looked at Janos and the girl.
“It's her brother. She can take care of him.”
Emma frowned disapprovingly.
“Smash that vial and I'll take them to the hospital,” Azazel said. “Then we move the body and burn the house.”
Erik moved his hand, and the thin silver chain around Angel's neck snapped and the vial clattered on the floor, rolling around. Emma stopped it and crunched it under her heel. The glass smoked and popped, grumbling into black clump.
“What was that thing?” she asked.
Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.25 [violence, death]
I've been missing this!
Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.25 [violence, death]
Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.25 [violence, death]
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