Diary of an Assassin

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*Wesley’s legs give out the second that Charles leaves his mind. For a second he feels like a glitching computer. Then, in a rush it all starts up again. Erik is holding him, eyes bright with rage, and Wesley’s mouth is moving uselessly, saying words that don’t have any voice behind them yet. Whatever it is, he’s saying it over and over.*

*Finally, Wesley is off balance and falling back. He braces himself on his hands and the pain that shoots up his arm is enough to bring him back to his senses.*

I’m sorry. *He blurts out.* What I said- I didn’t know- *It did occur to Wesley that he should probably be more concerned about himself than the man who had just tried to kill him. He rolled onto his side so he could hold his injured hand. Something felt out of place so he popped it back with a pathetic groan.*

*The worst thing was, he still cared about Erik. He couldn’t shake the gut instinct that he was a good guy, even though all logic indicated that wasn’t true. Everyone has their trigger; that thing you don’t say or else they go off on you. There was a lot of baggage wrapped up in Erik’s trigger.*

Be mindful of what you say, Wesley.

[Turning away, Lehnsherr decides it’s best if he doesn’t stick around. He promised Charles he would not harm the man, and Erik was usually a man of his word.] And if I’m not mistaken, Charles wanted to speak to you about something. Perhaps it is about your possible mutation? It would be a great relief to have you on our side. Perhaps then, this moment wouldn’t have to occur twice.

But- I don’t want to be a mutant. I don’t want to be human either! I don’t want to be an anything. I just want to be me. *God, he sounded like a kid with an emo band.* I didn’t want him to tell you that.

*And then Erik is leaving and Wesley just can’t let him go. He must still be on an adrenaline high from Mongolia- that seemed to be the only way to explain his apathy about impending doom.* Erik… I’m not afraid of dying. *He cringed as he got to his feet.* When I apologized, I meant it. What I say to you- it’s never going to be because I fear you- it’s only going to be what I honestly believe. If that kills me- *He shrugs.* Then it kills me. I’m not going to lie to you out of fear. That’s not who I am anymore.

*He knew their friendship was as good as over and he tried not to care. He didn’t have a lot of friends and the ones he did have were special to him. To see Erik like this- walking away in righteous rage- it made Wesley’s gut twist.*

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[Charles pauses, resolve weakening. Determining Erik’s sincerity would be a simple matter under the usual circumstances, but it was tricky business while he was possessing the body of another. His gaze grows vacant once again as he turns inward, seeking out Wesley’s consciousness.]

[‘Shall I?’ he thinks, and notes the agreement with relieved surprise.]

[There is a moment where Wesley’s face is curiously blank - then his expression shifts, as though a presence was lifting from his body. It would have been eerie to the average passerby.]

[Fairly certain that the telepath was gone, Erik lets out a breath and sets himself in a hard gaze. He marches over to Wesley, gripping him hard by the shoulders.]

You better listen to me, [He hisses, teeth gritting just slightly.] The next time? Charles won’t be there to save you. You better watch your words, or I will force feed them to you. Be glad that you have the slightest chance of being a mutant, or I would not have hesitated. [Letting go, he gives the man a shove.]

I’m not one to be messed with.

*Wesley’s legs give out the second that Charles leaves his mind. For a second he feels like a glitching computer. Then, in a rush it all starts up again. Erik is holding him, eyes bright with rage, and Wesley’s mouth is moving uselessly, saying words that don’t have any voice behind them yet. Whatever it is, he’s saying it over and over.*

*Finally, Wesley is off balance and falling back. He braces himself on his hands and the pain that shoots up his arm is enough to bring him back to his senses.*

I’m sorry. *He blurts out.* What I said- I didn’t know- *It did occur to Wesley that he should probably be more concerned about himself than the man who had just tried to kill him. He rolled onto his side so he could hold his injured hand. Something felt out of place so he popped it back with a pathetic groan.*

*The worst thing was, he still cared about Erik. He couldn’t shake the gut instinct that he was a good guy, even though all logic indicated that wasn’t true. Everyone has their trigger; that thing you don’t say or else they go off on you. There was a lot of baggage wrapped up in Erik’s trigger.*

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[Charles was right, this was of his doing and not of Wesley’s. With the discovery that the assassin might be a fellow mutant, it would be unwise to spill any blood of his. Charles’ too, for that matter. He had no intention of harming the telepath, but he certainly wouldn’t be too happy to see him. Deciding to drop his anger for now, his magnetic hold is released from the street lamp.]

(Charles,) [Erik calls out, letting out a heavy sigh,] (I’m tired of fighting with you. I know we shall constantly fight for the rest of our lives, but for right now I feel it is best I just let this one go. I became too heated in my emotions and struck out wrongly. Let him go, Charles.) [The metal bender closes his eyes, trying to find the point between.] (I give you my word.)

[Charles pauses, resolve weakening. Determining Erik’s sincerity would be a simple matter under the usual circumstances, but it was tricky business while he was possessing the body of another. His gaze grows vacant once again as he turns inward, seeking out Wesley’s consciousness.]

[‘Shall I?’ he thinks, and notes the agreement with relieved surprise.]

[There is a moment where Wesley’s face is curiously blank - then his expression shifts, as though a presence was lifting from his body. It would have been eerie to the average passerby.]

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I can’t, [Charles says resolutely.] I can’t leave a friend. You know this, Erik.

[He takes a deep breath, trying to calm Wesley’s hammering heartbeat - it was useful for him, he supposed, kept his reflexes fast and sharp, but to Charles it was more of a distraction. He couldn’t think.]

And when have I ever used you for my own ends, or given you empty promises? [he demands.]

You said you knew everything about me! You LIED. Did you know that I would become… that I would become this?! No, you didn’t! And now you play my heart like I’m some kind of fool. You can’t even let me be happy with a child.

[Instead of the usual parking meter, Erik takes hold of one of the many light posts that line the street. It begins to creak, giving warning to what may come.] What more do you want of me!? Can’t I have this one moment to find peace within myself?!

[Charles hears the warning creak, and tenses. This would feel odd, but there really was no other way around it - with careful precision, he eases his hold on Wesley’s motor controls, letting his muscles relax.]

[‘If the streetlamp falls,’ he thinks fervently, ‘it’s up to you to dodge it, my friend.’]

I’m not a prophet, Erik, [he says quietly,] I knew everything that had happened to you. I felt what had happened to you. This does not always mean that…I understand, or that I know what is to come. For that, I can only hope.

[He swallows, and his focus flickers briefly - an image is tossed into Erik’s mind, of himself standing in an alleyway in the city, perhaps only a handful of blocks down. Fingers to his temple, eyes shut, supposedly completely defenceless.]

Everything that you have mentioned is a fault of mine. It has nothing to do with Wesley, and I am going to have him walk away. If you wish to continue this fight, you know where to find me, [he says steadily.]

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[Wesley senses it before Charles does. The warning screams at the back of his head, startling enough to jar Charles’ control over Wesley’s body - he drops to the ground, throwing himself forward (ah, duck and roll, I see, I probably wouldn’t have managed, Charles thinks), which unfortunately puts him closer to Erik’s feet. Or perhaps that was a good thing.]

Very well, [Charles-Wesley pants, getting to his feet once again.] That was uncalled for, I admit. I apologise. Just - calm your mind, Erik. Please.

What for. [Erik spits, feeling heat build at the back of his neck.] So you can use me again? So I can bend to your whim? How many times do I have to say NO before you get it?! I’m done being manipulated by your soft tones and empty promises, Charles. Leave Wesley now, or I swear to God this will get messy.

I can’t, [Charles says resolutely.] I can’t leave a friend. You know this, Erik.

[He takes a deep breath, trying to calm Wesley’s hammering heartbeat - it was useful for him, he supposed, kept his reflexes fast and sharp, but to Charles it was more of a distraction. He couldn’t think.]

And when have I ever used you for my own ends, or given you empty promises? [he demands.]

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I think, [Charles says, before he can stop himself,] that you do enough walking away for the both of us.

[That was the final straw. With a surge of anger, Erik brings back his arm and sends the meter in Wesley’s direction. Charles always had something to say. He couldn’t just shut up and back down. He always had to be number one. Erik was tired of having to be the one to bend, to deal with all the emotional trauma. Loneliness, anxiety, heartbreak, disappointment, regret, guilt, loss…]

[And all because of Charles.]

[Wesley senses it before Charles does. The warning screams at the back of his head, startling enough to jar Charles’ control over Wesley’s body - he drops to the ground, throwing himself forward (ah, duck and roll, I see, I probably wouldn’t have managed, Charles thinks), which unfortunately puts him closer to Erik’s feet. Or perhaps that was a good thing.]

Very well, [Charles-Wesley pants, getting to his feet once again.] That was uncalled for, I admit. I apologise. Just - calm your mind, Erik. Please.

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[A pause. Charles can hear the crunching of metal nearby, and it does nothing to eases his fears.]

I can’t, [he says, words feeling familiar to his ears - and yet his mouth forms them differently, unused to his pronunciation.] I can’t leave a friend vulnerable to danger, not again. If you take Wesley down, you’ll have to take my mind along with him.

[He swallows - the action sticks painfully in his throat.]

I’m sorry, Erik - but I don’t trust you. Not with this.

[The metalbender tilts his head, and along with it the parking meter snaps.]

You never can just walk away, can you?

I think, [Charles says, before he can stop himself,] that you do enough walking away for the both of us.

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[Charles-Wesley tenses.]

Why? [he asks, tersely.] I was planning on walking him away and having a long discussion with him, actually.

Leave him here with me, or I will find a way to force you to leave.

[Another parking meter, close by, starts to warp to the will of Erik’s magnetism. Maybe if he beat Wesley senseless, that would sever the tie between the two of them. Oh, what a fool he was to leave his helmet at the Brotherhood.]

[A pause. Charles can hear the crunching of metal nearby, and it does nothing to eases his fears.]

I can’t, [he says, words feeling familiar to his ears - and yet his mouth forms them differently, unused to his pronunciation.] I can’t leave a friend vulnerable to danger, not again. If you take Wesley down, you’ll have to take my mind along with him.

[He swallows - the action sticks painfully in his throat.]

I’m sorry, Erik - but I don’t trust you. Not with this.