For shagneto - Disillusionment!Verse dry run

[such_a_marvel]

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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[shagneto]

A terrible cacophony fills the night air as the terrified screams of the human guards mingle with the rending of metal. The master of magnetism walks the maximum security ward of the Danworth Mental Institution

[such_a_marvel]

She wanted to melt into the wall - Jean didn't know how to respond, how to act. She was like a feral cat trapped in a cage, more scared of her own shadow than was healthy. Still, the lack of invading thoughts was somewhat comforting.

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.

[shagneto]

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

[such_a_marvel]

Jean knew there were more coming before he even said a word, their thoughts ringing through her head like struck crystal. Panic, fear, everything welled up inside of her until it was all she could do to keep herself in the moment. His words helped - he offered a way out