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Prison of the Mind AU  Happy Tuesgay!

  It was just a day. Mind-numbingly the same as all the other days. Erik was in the lunch room of a Supermax Prison for Enhanced Persons... and this time he really hadn’t done anything wrong. He had been in for 5 years. Everyone in this place had some kind of power, even the guards. There was some sort of field around the installation keeping everyone in but otherwise they were mostly unhindered. Erik barely had any time left at all and for the most part had decided that during this stint he would keep to himself. So here he was, eating, alone.

  Today was the worst day in a series of increasingly bad days. After getting caught associating with known hostile forces Charles had been thrown into the “Mutant Max” as it was lovingly referred to. He was angry and that was effecting his control of his powers. Lunchtime of his first day in He blustered into the cafeteria slammed himself against the wall and slid to the wall. Charles was attempting to get a lay of the land and take hold of his powers but he was projecting the tiniest bit.

  All of a sudden there was a pain behind Erik’s eyes. He recognized this feeling from the many times he had worked with a telepath. He could tell that someone was sending out their intense anger and pain but he couldn’t not see who it was. He searched the room until his eyes landed on someone new. Erik stared at the man who seemed to wince in pain and be looking at every guard intently. Erik closed his eyes and attempted to send out a beacon.

“Please stop.”

Charles was startled when he heard the voice. He could not sense any telepaths in the building. Urgently he scanned the near by area until he saw who was looking at him.

“Are you telepathic?” Charles asked.

“No you’re just loud. You’re giving me a head ache can you please rage more quietly like the rest of us?” Erik finished, returning his attention to his food.

Charles softly attempted to search Erik’s mind. Erik hauled quickly around.

“You get the FUCK out of my head!” Erik screamed within Charles’s brain. 

Charles grabbed his head, the pain was unreal. He had never seen this much psychic power from someone with out his gift. He took a few minutes to recover before standing and approaching Erik directly. He spoke out loud.

“Can I sit here?”

Erik’s eyes rose slowly up Charles’ body in an intimidating fashion. 

“We both know you’re going to sit anyway so just do it.” Erik took a bite of food. “Magnetism.”

“What?” Charles asked sitting down.

“I assume you’re planning to ask me what my ability is. It’s Magnetism. I’ve worked with people like you before, I guess I’m just sensitive to the waves.”

“I doesn’t work that way. There has to be something more.” Charles explained.

“Well there isn’t.” Erik stood up, threw his tray in the drop off and returned to his cell.

Charles was amazed. He had never met anyone like this man before. Erik defiantly wasn’t not a telepath or he would have heard the faint whisper of longing in the back of Charles’s mind.

Fanfiction by: Bitten892

Assassin’s Creed!!!!!!!!!! SO hot OMG!!!

1: Sexuality? 

Asexy Asexual

36: Define Art.

Any sort of creative expression that is in some form an extension of the creator's emotions, thoughts, mannerisms, existence, anything

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

IT'S SO STRANGE sometimes it's gross, sometimes it's just meh, then sometimes it's I WILL POISON MYSELF JUST TO KEEP SMELLING THIS GAS STATION.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

nagisaxmomoe

momo--sakura

fassassin

askhomohomu

magicalgirlsofthemagus

lxebeundhass

kasiatherenax

lxbertatxs

"Err...h-hello there everybody! It's nice to meet you all!"