@metalliisch
It’s been a long time since Charlotte have seen sunlight, much less have real food. Trask always liked to leave his mutants weak enough to where one couldn’t fight back but strong enough to keep them alive for experimentation.
The down fall of Trask shook his industry to the core, enough for Charlotte to fight back, with so much time on her hands, she managed to learn more about her abilities. Every employee was left in an ice like burial as she made her way to the outside.
The moment her lungs breathed in fresh air was the moment that Charlotte realized that she was free from Trask’s hands, however there was no time to celebrate- not yet anyways. Quickly she made her way into the forest in just a hospital gown, however ice covered her feet to help her run into the forest. Unfortunately Charlotte wasn’t able to go far for so long, her limbs weren’t used to the excessive exercise and finally allowed herself to fall onto her back, her lungs feeling like fire. She was hungry- starving, it’s been two days from the last ‘meal’ she had which was mostly liquids. Her eyes blinked a couple of moments before she closed them- not knowing if she would wake up in the morning.
lovelylostminds:
metalliisch:
Erik recognized her defensive body language. The self-preservation, the distrust. He saw her looking for an escape route and side stepped so that he maintained the same distance without blocking her path to the door. She was no prisoner and he did not want her to feel trapped.
Noticing the change in temperature and the frost slowly forming on her skin he began to understand her ability (and why they had had such a hard time regulating her temperature).
“I am Erik, I am a mutant, like you. You are in Genosha a safe haven that I have set up for mutants who don’t want to be the puppets and experiments of humans.” He answered her questions straightforward. “We found you unconscious outside of Trask’s facility and brought you here to ensure you were safe, but you are no prisoner you may come and go as you please.” His hand moved to the side and a metal pitcher raised off the table and floated to the stand beside her and filled the glass with water.
“Most know me as Magneto. Now why don’t we get you some food?”
The side step allowed her to see the exit, she thought about running towards it and yet she knows if he meant harm, she wouldn’t have made it half way in her condition.
“Anyone can say they are mutants for the sake of me not attacking.” She quickly added once he stated he was a mutant however she continued to stay at her corner and when she saw the metal pitcher move to fill her glass, a sense of relief washed over her. The adrenaline pumping within her vines died and she stumbles back before sliding down to the floor “It’s.. just hard to trust anyone.” She admits a moment later “I’m sorry I’ve never heard of you, Trask have had me for years and most of the time my head is not always there.” She had lost track of time whilst in Trask, her mind was always absent in between the experiments, she only remembers flashes of lights above her her, suited figures hovering her or crisp white floors.
“Yes.. I would like some food.” Her stomach ached in pain, practically eating itself by now “I’m-“ for a moment she almost whispered her number Trask have given her, a habit she must get rid of “I’m Charlotte..” she blinked a couple of times before looking back up at him “What year is it?”
He saw her ease slightly and he felt sorry for her. He knew what it was to be on constant alert. To be ready for danger even when one let their guard down ever so slightly. It was at first a surprise she had heard nothing of him, and he wondered if she had heard of Charles but he quickly shook that thought from his mind.
“I understand not trusting people as well, Charlotte. But I promise you will be safe here as much as I am able.” Stepping slightly closer he raised the sleeve over his left arm, displaying his own numbered ID though from a very different, though perhaps very similar place to Trask. “You will never be a prisoner again.” Erik gave her a small smile. “It is 1991. We will do our best to fill you in, but for now. Food.”
Standing he stepped outside only to return a few moments later with soup and sandwiches for her.
