THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST
You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT
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Alex was amusing himself on the monkey bars, counting how many he could skip without falling. His sister let her feet drag along the mulch as she swayed gently in a swing at the opposite end of the play structure. A man approached. "Hey, kids," he had said, smacking his lips. He slinked over to Alex's sister as the children eyed him warily, but this had always been a safe neighborhood, so. Then he leaned over, whispered a few things into Victoria's ear, and grabbed her roughly by the forearm. He was dragging her away, to his car parked along the side of the enclosure, and she was struggling. She yelled, "Alex, help me! Don't just stand there!"
The stranger was halfway to his car with Victoria by the time Alex could react. Red sparked in his vision as he ran towards them. A patch of dirt and grass exploded by the kidnapper's feet, startling him.
"What the hell?" He turned, saw Alex glowing red, and cursed. "Fuck this!" He dropped Victoria where they were and ran, stumbling in his haste, to his car. Victoria collapsed, dead weight, sobbing. Alex couldn't possibly let the guy get away, could he? And when the man climbed into the driver's seat, Alex screamed, and then the car was gone in a blaze, engulfed by a sudden, roaring fire.
He'll never forget the look on his sister's face as he dragged her from the smoking car, back towards the playground as the police arrived. She was afraid of him.
"You killed him," she kept saying, even as an officer was draping a blanket over her shoulders and leading her to an ambulance. "You've killed him."
But didn't she understand that he had been protecting her? That he would never do that to her? That she was everything to him? That she promised she'd never tell? He needed her to understand, so he struggled when two officers tried to sit him in their cruiser, desperate to reach her as his foster-parents appeared, frantic, rushing to their daughter's side. He spoke in half-formed sentences and thoughts, lost. "I didn't - he was going to - he was bad, and I saved you, didn't I? Didn't I?"
The way they looked at him when the car door shut him inside, muffling the sirens and voices in the park -- they were all afraid of him.
Alex was thirteen - old enough to be put into a high security detention center. Reasonble enough to enjoy solitary after the first time they put him there in that grey four-by-six, when he had sent two other inmates into the infirmary with severe burns because they called him 'pretty' in the showers. Victoria never visited, and it hurt, but he had expected it, in a way.
Three years later is when Charles and Erik find him and ask him to join the team, join the family. Alex says yes to the team; he'd rather not talk about family. Erik grimaces when he says that, but they share a look and come to an immediate understanding, so they don't talk about it, and Charles leaves them in their silence.
Then, there is Shaw. After, there is a wheelchair and the people he's lost.
He should have known that Erik never would have stayed.
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