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Since I'm all worrisome over comment limits and whatnot, I tossed it up here in my journal, but I'll post at least the first bit here so you can see if you find it worthwhile.
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It's a familiar scene that he awakes to. Pitch black, the taste of terror sharp on his tongue, sweat pooling around him, sheets tangled around his body. He's no stranger to nightmares, after all. He rests his head on the pillow for a moment, thankful that he can't still hear the screams of the camps or the smell of the smoke or the laugh of the doctor- whatever it is that woke him up. Usually it haunts him for a bit. This time all that lingers is terror. He breathes deeply, solidly, counting and trying to relax.
When this doesn't help, as it usually does, he begins to worry. He's still frozen up a bit, unable to convince himself that it's safe to move. This doesn't prove to be a problem until someone knocks at his door. He manages to work up enough power and control to open it, revealing Mystique standing there, robe gathered around herself.
She looks terrible- exhausted and terrified with a tear streaked face. She bits her lip for a moment before blurting out her problem, "It's Charles."
He still can't work up words- closer now, but not quite, so he raises an eyebrow instead.
She puts a hand to her forehead, taps two fingers against the side of it, "I keep... we all keep... we keep dying."
He rolls his eyes, because of course that's what Charles has nightmares about. A few deep breaths coupled with the understanding of just what is going on help him pull it together, and if he uses a bit of power to pull himself toward the metal of the door handles so that he can get upright? No one has to know but him.
"We've tried to get to him," she continues, fidgeting with her robe a bit, "It's just too much. We can't even make it to the door- it just gets worse as you get closer."
He nods and tries not to note how badly Charles' mindless terror is affecting him.
As he steps into the hallway he sees the children all huddled together in a pile on the floor, and he has to huff a laugh when Alex nods towards Charles' door and brags, "I got closest."
"Yes, well," he says, voice raspy and a bit more breathless than he cares to admit, "I'll handle it from here. You all run along now- his reach can't encompass the whole place, now can it?"
Mystique shakes her head in agreement, and they scatter off, probably toward the kitchens since Banshee is leading the way.
The kids were correct, though- the closer he gets to Charles' room, the more vivid the terror gets- he can see Mystique bending brokenly, red staining her beautiful blue skin... which blends into blue stained fur as the Beast is hunted down, wailing brokenly... which transitions smoothly into what can only be Banshee's death scream as Havoc explodes into a nova of red. He's somewhat thankful that he's nowhere to be seen, and that the most he gets of Charles himself is the utter helplessness and paralyzing fear. He pauses against the door, leaning his forehead against it.
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pretty plz. :3
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