For shagneto - Disillusionment!Verse dry run
It was the dead of night, and Jean was huddled in the corner of her cell, her knees pulled tight to her chest. She'd scrambled off the bed hours ago, when her mind cleared enough that she could hear her own thoughts around the barrage of noise that typically filled her head. The frantic beating of her heart filled her ears, and Jean did her best to
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“Stop right there!” one particularly brave rat demands as he rushed for the intruder, his bobby stick held aloft. The man known as Erik Lehnsherr contemptuously ignored. Just a subtle twitch of his fingers was all it took to dislocate the metal ball and socket where his knee replacement had the year before. The heavy-set human dropped like a stone with an agonized cry to clutch as his ruined leg sobbing like a five-year old child.
Without so much as sparing him a glance, Magneto strode past the injured man and continued down the hall to cell 223. The other inmates, no doubt curious to see what all the fuss was about were pressed against the reinforced glass windows of the passing doors but Erik was only interested in one person.
“Let us out!” that chorus of demands rang in his ears but they were just humans, he had no interest in them. When he finally reached the door of room 223 though, Magneto paused and curiously looked inside with a clinical sort of detachment before yanking the door right off his hinges.
“Back away from the cell and no one has to get hurt.” Yet more humans filled with foolish bravado and hostility towards his kind. These scum actually had guns which they ineffectually pointed in his direction. Erik hurled the heavy door at them and steel met pliable flesh with a sickening crunch.
"So, this is the infamous Jean Grey."
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Jean pulled her arms back from her head, leaning away from him into the wall. She got a better view, seeing the helmet, her eyes wide. She was Jean Grey, but words were impossible. She wasn't sure she'd spoken a single word in eight years.
So she nodded, once, almost just a twitch of her head.
"Wh... who are you?" She jumped at the sound of her own voice, then did her best to calm her short breaths and pounding heart.
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He watched the red-haired young woman huddle back into the wall silently. The sinister lines of his helmet shadowed most of his face in darkness save for the pale color of his eyes which were as hard and cold as ice. Magneto stepped inside the padded cell with a contemptuous look for the stereotypically padded walls.
“I am the one who can get you out of here if you so choose.”From beneath the heavy length of his cape, one gloved hand extended. "Will you shake off your chains or continue to huddle here too terrified of your own powers for the rest of your life?"
The sinister looking man asked mildly as he leaned down to proffer that hand to the scared girl. As he drew closer, more details could be seen beneath the shadows of his helmet. Silver brows framed eyes they were a chilly grey color. He had a strong, uncompromising jaw and a mouth that didn't look like it smiled very often.
"Whatever you chose, do it quickly the guards will bring reinforcements soon." Indeed, there was already the sound of dogs barking in the distance and shouting as the confused humans tried to figure out where the attack was coming from.
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Something she'd dreamed of, night after night for years. There was someone offering her a hand, who'd literally ripped the cell door from it's hinges. There was a hesitance there; Jean couldn't trust anyone. It wasn't worth it to believe that anyone was looking out for her best interests.
But he'd come, already knowing who she was.
She put her hand in his, getting to her feet. They were getting closer, the cacophonous echo of their thoughts growing louder. Jean let go of his hand, moved to the door, and stepped bare feet into the hallway. With that modicum of control she possessed, she stepped past the opening of her cell, down the hall toward the guards that were rushing toward her, tethered dogs snapping, a small army of orderlies armed with incapacitating drugs and restraints behind them.
With a gasp and a sigh, a shockwave erupted from Jean, and she channeled it down the hall, sending them all backward and sprawling. Without rush to her step, she turned around, heading away and toward the swath of destruction. When she met back with her freer, she looked at him.
"Thank you. Let's go."
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“We should hurry, that will not keep them for long.” That was when Magneto turned and saw Jean walking away from her own path of destruction. “So, you do have your uses I see.” The older mutant murmured neutrally. “Unfortunately, we need to go that way.”
He used the metal in the hypodermic needles and pulled them out from the orderlies stunned fingers and reversed them. Just a subtle crook of his fingers were required and the vile tranquilizers were injected into those who’d tried to wield them against the two of them.
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She moved back toward the stack of bodies in the hall, picking her way barefoot through them. As she saw the hypodermics stuck in the orderlies, she felt a disconnect; she should have felt badly, felt some kind of remorse. Instead, she felt a smug sense of satisfaction, and kept moving.
Another wave of voices pounded into her brain, and Jean stopped, looking to her right, down the central hall that led back to the minimum security area of the hospital. "More coming." Her voice was small, the tide of thoughts working hard to drag her under once more.
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Slowly at first as thought disbelieving their luck, the prisoners slipped out into the hallway. “We’re free! Come on!” One of the wild-eyed prisoners crowed as he shoved past Jean and Magneto. Solicitously, he moved closer to shield Jean from the press of escaping prisoners and even shoved one of them back when in his headlong rush to get to freedom; he would run right over the two of them.
“Well, that should occupy the guards long enough for us to make out escape.” Magneto murmured dispassionately. “Mind your feet, my dear, there is a surfeit of broken glass around here.”
And judging by the clash ahead of them, there would be more glass strewn about as the frenzied prisoners overwhelmed the guards blocking their escape and made for the night air beyond.
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He wanted her to move. He wanted her to be careful when she did it. It was enough focus that it kept her from getting lost altogether. She put one foot in front of the other, focusing on getting out, on being free of that place. She kept moving, watching the ground at her feet to be sure she didn't step on anything that might cause her to bleed.
As they gained on the guards that had been waylaid by the escaping prisoners, Jean felt that nearly electric twitching inside of her, the one that signaled an overload. She might have been focusing, but the barrage of noise hadn't abated, and it was becoming too much. They rounded a corner, the last set of doors leading to the minimum security wing and relative freedom, doors Jean had passed through so many times on her way to see her parents, and there was still a wall of disoriented but alive guards.
Hatred consumed her, melding in with that roar of noise in her mind, and she stopped dead. Her body swayed, and Jean's breathing took on a short, stuttering pattern. She looked at the man who'd released her, shaking her head once. "You should get away... Protect your.. self.. if you can..."
And with that, Jean let out a cry as her body overloaded. The concussive wave was ten times what she'd managed on her own in the hall previous, radiating around her, no direction. Ceiling, walls, windows, floor, it was all affected. The guards, unprotected and unawares, were left bleeding, some flying out windows to the ground below, shrapnel burying itself into unguarded flesh. Jean was left in a huddle, barely holding herself up on shaking arms.
Still, she found the strength to stand, and looked for Magneto.
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As they reached the guards station where the bloody remains of the short but furious fighting had broken out, Magneto eyed the fallen tangle of inmates and guards alike dispassionately.
When Jean turned to him desperately, Erik sensed something was gravely wrong and wisely gathered his powers around him as he erected a magnetic force-field around himself. It was a decision he quickly discovered to be the correct one as Jean Grey went into meltdown mode.
Magneto had come into this knowing she was a phenomenally strong mutant but even he was unprepared for the sheer destructive power of her telekinesis as it spiraled out of control. With his force-field up, he wasn’t even so much as buffeted back by the shrapnel and debris.
Once the dust began to settle, the helmeted man stood there curiously eying the red-haired woman as she turned to look for him. He was surrounded by that faint hue of blue indicating his powers were in use and once Erik was confident she’d regained control of her facilities once more, he let the shield fall. Again, that gloved hand extended in a silent offer of assistance. Judging by the way the girl was shaking like a leaf, Magneto wasn’t completely sure she’d even be able to walk after her spectacular explosion of telekinesis.
"Are you alright, my dear?"
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And suddenly, Jean felt like a dog who'd never lived outside of a cage. Tentativeness took over, and she took a step backward. It had been eight years since she was outside the walls of this place. Strict orders and solitary confinement kept her from having time in the yard, like others that were kept here.
A shaking sigh passed her, and she watched the frantic milling of patients who'd escaped but couldn't leave, guards and orderlies rushing to contain what they could, doctors finding their way to their cars on running legs... Magneto had made it clear that the time to hesitate was through, and Jean swallowed, dropping her arms from where they'd coiled around her chest in an unconscious protective gesture.
"Through the door, or through there?" She motioned to the hole in the wall.
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It didn’t take a psychologist to notice the girl’s sudden hesitance. From what he knew of her dossier, Erik knew she’d been locked up in that miserable cage for years. A steadying hand fell to her shoulder as he leaned down to murmur quietly for her ears alone. “Don’t be afraid of them, they’re far more afraid of you than you are of them. Look at them, they run away because the power has been taken out of their hands and they can no longer control you.”
Magneto stated coolly. “Just as they should fear us, we’re the next stage of evolutionary change. Homo Sapiens Superior, is that they call us. And we are superior to them in every respect, Ms. Grey.”
When Jean asked which direction he wanted to go, Magneto glanced upwards and smiled briefly. It was as easy as breathing, tapping into the Earth’s magnetic field and just as easily, he was floating a few inches off the ground. “Upwards, I think. No sense in risking injury is there? I think our first order of business will be finding you some shoes, my dear.”
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"They kept me locked up for eight years. I don't fear them. They should get their affairs in order." As people vacated the hospital, the noise in her head quieted, leaving her clearer and clearer. She knew, once she tapped that vein, that the names, faces, thoughts of every person who'd ever crossed her path in the hospital would be there for the taking, locked away inside of her mind. Every single one who had harmed her, thought less of her because of what she was... She would watch each one of them burn.
Magneto's aim was obviously one of mutant superiority - Jean didn't much care. She would help him, as she now felt greatly indebted to him, but his agenda was his own. Her own agenda was not pro-mutant. It was definitely anti-human.
She watched as he floated off the ground. Jean knew, from times when her body decided to overload spectacularly and took awhile to build up a charge, that if she channeled the energy she could produce around herself, she could float much like he was. But there was no strength left in her, and no plausible situation where she'd be able to control it. So, instead, she reached out a hand. "Shoes. A coat would be nice, too."
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And having spent years locked up in an even worse place than this, he understood all too well the depth of hatred one could harbor. Far be it for him to stand in her way if she wished to exact some retribution on these humans.
“But first, some new clothes, because I fear, orange was never a flattering color on a red-head, hmmn?” Magneto’s hand closed around her fingers and he extended his magnetic to surround her as well. After that, as light as you please they were rising upwards in the air and out of the freshly made hole in the ceiling.
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