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“I already know you can find mutants. The first thing I want is for you to find them for me. We need more recruits. Strength in numbers, as they say.”
“I’m not going to recruit people for you,” said Charles, scowling, “I would never want people to join this cause.”
Suddenly a hand was around his throat and he was down on the desk. “This is your cause now!” growled Shaw, pressing down so hard that spots started to explode in Charles’ eyes. He wrapped his own hands around Shaw’s forearm, and kicked at him. His foot connected, but with no force as Shaw absorbed it. Try as he might, he could not budge the older man, as everything he did was simply absorbed. He could feel the edge of unconsciousness creeping up on him, darkness encroaching on his vision. With great effort he pulled his arms up, groping for the helmet that still sat upon Shaw’s head. His short fingernails scraped against it and he managed to knock it slightly off kilter.
Immediately he got a burst of thoughts, angry and loud.
--he’ll be mine i swear to god i’m going to fucking choke him right here look at how blue his eyes are they’re rolling up in his head maybe i’ll kill him and keep the body and show it to erik god i feel so powerful he’s going to die here by my hand his last thoughts will be of me and ‘please please don’t’ but there’s nothing he can do --
Shaw obviously didn’t realise that having the helmet even slightly offset was letting Charles read him when they were so close. Desperately, Charles tried to gather his wits enough to influence him, but it was hard when he was about to pass out. He gathered the fear he currently for his life, the fear he had felt from other people through his life, and he sent it through the small thread of connection that he could feel with Shaw.
The man let go of him with a cry of what sounded like physical pain, clutching his head. The mental connection was broken as Shaw’s hands pressed the helmet back into place. Charles wheezed and coughed, trying to get up from the desk. He more or less rolled his body off it, getting to his feet and trying to make a run for the door. He was halfway there when Shaw touched him, grabbing his wrist and taking away all his kinetic energy and bringing him to a complete halt. He then tackled Charles to the ground and pinned him there. ”You,” he growled, “how did you do that?”
“I thought you knew that I’m powerful,” Charles said, still breathless.
Shaw merely stared down at him for a moment. Then he tipped back his head and laughed. “Yes, you’ll definitely be a good addition to our group.”
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