Magneto's Last Dream
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katleeptTitle: Magneto's Last Dream
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Erik/Charles, Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
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fan_flashworks #180: Lever
Warning(s): Spoilers
Word Count: 1,112
Date Written: 30 January 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He eyes the lever, knowing what will come and yet knowing, too, that he has very little alternatives. The man must pay for what he's done. He's killed the greatest beacon of hope their kind ever had, the last man who could offer their race true salvation, their greatest treasure, the man Erik Lehnsherr loves, the man Scott Summers himself once claimed to have thought of as his father. The bastard has to die!
And yet, as it happens every night, the very second Erik delivers the easy and deft blow to the lever that will drop Scott to his death and Scott starts to dream, his enemy disappears. Instead of Summers falling to his death, Charles is suddenly back again, screaming once more and gazing at Erik with those beautiful eyes of his filled with despair and, worse yet, the knowledge and acceptance that this moment would come. Why? Charles' sorrowful voice echoes around Erik. Why did you do this to me?
Erik slams his mug down on the table, not even realizing when the handle breaks. He didn't kill Charles! He didn't allow it to happen! He would never have simply allowed Charles to die! If he couldn't kill himself, he wasn't about to let anybody else do it! And yet, here he is, living underneath the same roof with the murderer of the man he loves.
Erik's gloved fingers curl around the handle of his mug that was once a gift from the very man who haunted his thoughts every second. He should march in to where Summers lays sleeping even now and destroy the bastard. He should use the metal in his bed, curl it around his prone body, and squeeze every drop of blood out of him. He should break his bones slowly in excruciating pain. He should --
Erik sighs and runs a hand over his tired face. He's not going to do any of that. Not today, at least, and not tomorrow or the next day or even the day after that. Scott Summers will pay, but this time, he's got to plot his revenge more carefully than he ever has before. As much as it pains him, he needs to stay with the X-Men this time -- being on his own has gotten himself and his people absolutely nowhere --, and too many of those who once claimed to be the children of his lover are still flocking to his murderer. They'll protect Summers from any threat they see coming, so they must not see him coming. They must think he's on their side until it's too late and Summers' blood runs as crimson as the light in which he sees the world.
"Some nightmare."
The quiet observation almost makes Erik jump. He stills his body just in time to keep from giving away his impulsive reaction and lifts cool gaze up to meet the steely, blue eyes of Emma Frost. Like himself, Emma tried hard to give the next generation of mutants a better world until, almost like himself, she finally learned that she could not give them what she wanted alone.
"Miss Frost, I warned you -- "
"Please, Erik," she waves away his daunting threat with a passive hand, "you were practically screaming. Besides, your secret's safe with me." She sips white wine, causing him to wonder if she's been to bed at all this past night or she is perhaps indulging yet another problem. "We villains with broken hearts must stay together, after all."
She returns his gaze steadily, her eyes unblinking. They widen ever so slightly, and although he doesn't hear her voice in his mind, he knows what she wants to ask but will not voice. What, she's questioning him, is your plan? Their motives have always been clear to each other, but what is Erik's next move? She knows he will not allow Charles' murder to go unavenged. For one brief second, Erik wonders if the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club might stand with him, but then he remembers who it was that broke her heart. She has her own feud to settle with Summers, but a person with a broken heart is not to be trusted, as Erik knows only too well.
He curls his lips up into a slow and sinister smile. The only person he ever truly wanted on his side was Charles, and now that his beloved is dead, he has no qualms in standing alone. He always wanted to help forge a better future for his people, but that wish died with Charles. Now he only has one desire left in this cruel world.
"Very well," Emma says, starting to sashay from the kitchen. "But do us all a favor, will you," she asks with a thin smile on her frosty blue painted lips, "and leave the games to the children."
She leaves him alone with his thoughts and the memory of the dream he now has every night. He thinks again of that lever and the booth where Scott sits, seemingly just waiting to be dropped to his death like everybody's least favorite official at a state fair waiting to be dunked into a pool of water. Only for Summers, in his dreams, it's never a pool of water. It's a pool of fire, but like the Phoenix rising from the fire, Scott is never burned. It's always Charles who Erik's foolishness delivers to the burning flames instead.
But he is going to dunk Scott -- not into a pool of fire or water, but into his own slowly, miserable death. Erik moves to sip from his coffee and blinks when his hand only raises the broken handle of his mug. He looks down, his lips pursing, at the mug with the broken handle that still remains on the table. He lifts it, finishes his coffee quickly, and leaves the kitchen, depositing one of the last possessions he still had from Charles into the trash.
When he's done, he won't need possessions. He'll be moving on to the next life to find Charles again. But when he's done, Scott Summers will have nothing -- no possessions or allies or, and especially friends. He'll have nothing but pain, know nothing but misery and heartache, when Erik is through with him. Every utensil in the kitchen behind the Master of Magnetism rattles softly in their places as his hands curl into tight fists beside him. When he's done with the bastard who killed his lover, nothing, not even the might of the legendary Phoenix, will be able to save Scott Summers just as nothing can now return his love to the living.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Erik/Charles, Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
fan_flashworks #180: LeverWarning(s): Spoilers
Word Count: 1,112
Date Written: 30 January 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He eyes the lever, knowing what will come and yet knowing, too, that he has very little alternatives. The man must pay for what he's done. He's killed the greatest beacon of hope their kind ever had, the last man who could offer their race true salvation, their greatest treasure, the man Erik Lehnsherr loves, the man Scott Summers himself once claimed to have thought of as his father. The bastard has to die!
And yet, as it happens every night, the very second Erik delivers the easy and deft blow to the lever that will drop Scott to his death and Scott starts to dream, his enemy disappears. Instead of Summers falling to his death, Charles is suddenly back again, screaming once more and gazing at Erik with those beautiful eyes of his filled with despair and, worse yet, the knowledge and acceptance that this moment would come. Why? Charles' sorrowful voice echoes around Erik. Why did you do this to me?
Erik slams his mug down on the table, not even realizing when the handle breaks. He didn't kill Charles! He didn't allow it to happen! He would never have simply allowed Charles to die! If he couldn't kill himself, he wasn't about to let anybody else do it! And yet, here he is, living underneath the same roof with the murderer of the man he loves.
Erik's gloved fingers curl around the handle of his mug that was once a gift from the very man who haunted his thoughts every second. He should march in to where Summers lays sleeping even now and destroy the bastard. He should use the metal in his bed, curl it around his prone body, and squeeze every drop of blood out of him. He should break his bones slowly in excruciating pain. He should --
Erik sighs and runs a hand over his tired face. He's not going to do any of that. Not today, at least, and not tomorrow or the next day or even the day after that. Scott Summers will pay, but this time, he's got to plot his revenge more carefully than he ever has before. As much as it pains him, he needs to stay with the X-Men this time -- being on his own has gotten himself and his people absolutely nowhere --, and too many of those who once claimed to be the children of his lover are still flocking to his murderer. They'll protect Summers from any threat they see coming, so they must not see him coming. They must think he's on their side until it's too late and Summers' blood runs as crimson as the light in which he sees the world.
"Some nightmare."
The quiet observation almost makes Erik jump. He stills his body just in time to keep from giving away his impulsive reaction and lifts cool gaze up to meet the steely, blue eyes of Emma Frost. Like himself, Emma tried hard to give the next generation of mutants a better world until, almost like himself, she finally learned that she could not give them what she wanted alone.
"Miss Frost, I warned you -- "
"Please, Erik," she waves away his daunting threat with a passive hand, "you were practically screaming. Besides, your secret's safe with me." She sips white wine, causing him to wonder if she's been to bed at all this past night or she is perhaps indulging yet another problem. "We villains with broken hearts must stay together, after all."
She returns his gaze steadily, her eyes unblinking. They widen ever so slightly, and although he doesn't hear her voice in his mind, he knows what she wants to ask but will not voice. What, she's questioning him, is your plan? Their motives have always been clear to each other, but what is Erik's next move? She knows he will not allow Charles' murder to go unavenged. For one brief second, Erik wonders if the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club might stand with him, but then he remembers who it was that broke her heart. She has her own feud to settle with Summers, but a person with a broken heart is not to be trusted, as Erik knows only too well.
He curls his lips up into a slow and sinister smile. The only person he ever truly wanted on his side was Charles, and now that his beloved is dead, he has no qualms in standing alone. He always wanted to help forge a better future for his people, but that wish died with Charles. Now he only has one desire left in this cruel world.
"Very well," Emma says, starting to sashay from the kitchen. "But do us all a favor, will you," she asks with a thin smile on her frosty blue painted lips, "and leave the games to the children."
She leaves him alone with his thoughts and the memory of the dream he now has every night. He thinks again of that lever and the booth where Scott sits, seemingly just waiting to be dropped to his death like everybody's least favorite official at a state fair waiting to be dunked into a pool of water. Only for Summers, in his dreams, it's never a pool of water. It's a pool of fire, but like the Phoenix rising from the fire, Scott is never burned. It's always Charles who Erik's foolishness delivers to the burning flames instead.
But he is going to dunk Scott -- not into a pool of fire or water, but into his own slowly, miserable death. Erik moves to sip from his coffee and blinks when his hand only raises the broken handle of his mug. He looks down, his lips pursing, at the mug with the broken handle that still remains on the table. He lifts it, finishes his coffee quickly, and leaves the kitchen, depositing one of the last possessions he still had from Charles into the trash.
When he's done, he won't need possessions. He'll be moving on to the next life to find Charles again. But when he's done, Scott Summers will have nothing -- no possessions or allies or, and especially friends. He'll have nothing but pain, know nothing but misery and heartache, when Erik is through with him. Every utensil in the kitchen behind the Master of Magnetism rattles softly in their places as his hands curl into tight fists beside him. When he's done with the bastard who killed his lover, nothing, not even the might of the legendary Phoenix, will be able to save Scott Summers just as nothing can now return his love to the living.
The End
