X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) WIP Dark!Charles Cherik
Charles often wondered what would have happened if he hadnāt been born with his mutation and had been unable to hide it during his early years, and had instead gained it at a later age when he would be more wary and knew to keep it hidden. Would his mother have still had him committed until he learned to hide his mutation and pretend to be normal? Would he be a better person? A worse person? Would he have met Raven under the same circumstances?
Ā He met Raven on his first week out of the asylum at 14, her at 8, and he manipulated the household and their minds to believe she was his sister and had lived there all her life; it had her in awe and fear at the same time, but that was replaced with hero worship when he got the story of her parents from her, and within the week, and after a trip to upstate New York, informed her that she didnāt have to worry about her parents any longer. It was no big loss, really; they were terrible people, and Charles was doing the world a favour ā anyone who tried to drown their child when they found out about their gift deserved what was coming to them, in Charlesā opinion.
Now, 28 years old and watching dispassionately as the scientist, who had been experimenting on the semi-unconscious teen lying on the metal table, writhed on the floor, as his red face slowly turned purple because he had conveniently forgotten how to breathe. When the human finally went limp, brain empty and pulse no longer beating, Charles stepped over the trash and motioned at the mind he could feel coming into the room behind him.
āDid you get the files, Raven?ā Charles asked his sister, not looking up from studying the restraints on the boy. They looked like they were made specifically to hold the teen ā Subject H171, according to the tattoo on the teenās arm. Charles sneered; these humans were no better than Nazis, branding anyone they deemed less-than-human with numbers, stripping their identity from them and experimenting on them.
Only a moment later, he realized there was another mind with Raven. This mind feltā¦it felt.Ā
The pain, sadness and rage, yet still with a core of aching brightness not yet snuffed pouring off this mind, had Charles salivating. Charles wanted to wrap himself in that mind and drown in its beating pulse, wanted to plant himself in it and grow roots upon roots and let it grow fruit, let seasons pass and grow a forest full of just himself and ErikErikErik.Ā
Turning around, hoping his face didnāt show his hunger, Charles came face to face with one of the most devastatingly handsome yet dangerous-looking men he had ever seen.Ā
He had the most intriguing grey-green eyes, which Charles first noticed about Erik Lehnsherr. Those eyes were haunted by whatever ghosts lay in Erikās past, and Charles had to force himself not just to take the knowledge of what those ghosts were from Erikās mind.Ā
And Erikās mutationā¦it was a beautiful thing ā a Ferrokinetic, how fascinating. While a gorgeous gift, it would also be incredibly useful. Ā
āWhoās this?ā Charles asked lightly, throwing the teens arm over his shoulder and lifting him up.
Raven rolled her golden eyes at him. āAs if you havenāt read his mind already, Charles. You know exactly who he is.ā
Erikās attention snapped to him, and his lips parted, looking surprised, then awed.Ā
āIndeed, though Itās always polite to ask, darling,ā Charles conceded.Ā
āYou can read minds?ā Erik asks. Was the man always shirtless? He looked like he could use a good meal or twenty, but he was still achingly gorgeous. āIs that your curse?ā
Charles frowned and narrowed his eyes, immediately seeking the memory attached to Erikās misunderstanding of mutations. He stepped into a memory.
āMein junge. Mein kleiner,ā Herr Doktor crooned, cupping his face, āYour powers are destructive, a curse; imagine if we could make your curse work for us?ā
āDu..Du hast meine Mutter getƶtet.ā You killed my mother.
āNein, mein kleiner, du hast sie getƶtet, with your curse. But I can teach you how to control the power, use all that rage towards other means, hm? The Nazis think small, Mein Junge, but I think big, ja?ā
āā¦Ja, Herr Doktor.ā
More flashes of the Camps and Herr Doktor Schmidtt, the experiments, the torture, pushing Erikās power beyond its limits until he passed out for days at a time, nose and ears bleeding and eyes bloodshot with broken vessels, passed through Charlesā mind until he got to the memories of the Camps being raided and Erik being rescued, only for his power to be discovered and Erik being sent into the nearest American government lab, then another, and another, for years, until a gloriously blue woman in a short skimpy leather outfit burst through the doors of the operating room where they were about to amputate his hands to see if that would affect his control over his power, and killed the surgeons and the Doktorās with a flash of blue hands and feet.
Blinking, Charles took a moment to control his rage, unwilling to accidentally hurt his sister or the two mutants in the room by letting them feel the full force of his anger. Judging by Erikās flinch, though,Ā he was unable to hide the rage that showed on his face.Ā
āOh, my friend, I am not angry at you; I am angry at everyone who hurt you and this boy, Those humans who told you that your gift was a curse. You are not alone, Erik.ā Charles smiled at the man. āYou are not alone, and you are not cursed.ā Ā
Charles hadnāt even noticed he had moved to stand close to Erik or that he had reached out to cup the older manās cheeks between his palms, not until he felt the aborted sob that Erik let out at Charlesā words. Ā
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