“To those of you who are watching…I say this: do not strike at us. For if you do, you will find out what we are truly capable of."
25+ |Highly Literate| Verse: Fassbender Magneto | Multi/V & Crossovers | Ships w/ chemistry| MDNI.
Expect heavy angst, emotion, and dark themes.
Twenty-four hours locked inside our bedroom. I have sustained myself entirely on tap water. I have spent an entire day nursing a migraine brought on entirely by the circus operating outside this door. Charles is still not home. Please, for the love of God, get back here before I finally snap and kill someone.
My temper is frayed down to a single thread, and there is only one man on this earth who knows how to tie it back together. Get home, Charles. I am running entirely on pure fumes and miserable spite…
My self-imposed solitary confinement continues. The bedroom door is locked, the window latches are magnetically sealed, and I haven't set foot outside this room all day because I refuse to trust my temper. I am staying right here until Charles gets home tomorrow. Do not knock. Do not slide notes under the door. Do not test me. I will count down the hours until his return. I can survive this. (Barely.) Goodnight My fellow mutants
I agreed to "hold down the fort” at this school while Charles is away, not act as warden! Within twenty-four hours of his departure, I have endured attempted emotional counseling through a doorframe, a near-death skydiving incident involving a kid who has clearly skipped every physics lecture, and a level of chaos that makes my Brotherhood look like a Sunday book club. I am done! If anyone disturbs me for the rest of the evening then I will personally rewrite the periodic table using the iron in their bloodstream. I am /never/ being in charge of this school again.
"For god's sake—"
There are THREE adults in that mansion. How did one of the children even get to the roof in the first place?
"Alright. You'll keep me informed, yes?"
He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. How the hell did Charles run this damn school so perfectly.
“Someone just jumped off the roof. They’re fine… I think. Logan caught them… look, I better go…”
“For gods sake..”
Erik’s at the window in an instant and lets out a slow, relieved breath as he sees Logan down below had already caught the student… He pulls back his power from the metal benches.
“Huh?…? Oh… nothing… Everything is fine…”
"Amusing? He offered me marital counseling, Charles. He threatened to share a chimichanga with me! He is a manic, sword-wielding parasite who—"
He cuts himself off sharply. Erik turns his head just in time to see one of the young students free-falling past the bedroom window. Erik’s eyes widen in sheer horror.
"What the fu—"
His instinct instantly flares to life, the metal frames of the courtyard benches below flexing beneath his command to catch the plummeting teenager.
"Charles, I have to go…”
“Wade is part of the problem, he is intolerable…”
A massive sigh down the phone.
“I’m staying locked in our bedroom until you’re home. I’m way too angry to be around the children, and if I see Wade I’ll snap. I can’t do this, Charles.”
"I know, darling. But the time will fly by, I promise. I'll be home before you know it."
Heavens, this is heartbreaking.
"Have you tried spending a bit of time with Wade and Logan? Perhaps that will help to take your mind off of things in the meantime."