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{ @fromthexashes }-------- The day had finally arrived, finally once again he was a free man. No more crutches, no more stupid cast to constantly slow him down. Peter felt reborn on this day, until of course he tried to resume as if he hadn’t sustained a cracked knee and femur. Upon his first attempt to travel at his comfortable speed, he found himself face first in the dirt and grass that surrounded the rather imposing structure of the school. A flurry of hushed giggles and guffaws swirled around him as he rose begrudgingly to his feet to try again. and again, and again.
“Really, dude?” the speedster mumbled in a disgusted tone, his head tilted back to face the sky. It had only been a few months without practice; and Peter hadn’t expected at all to be this rusty. With a discouraged expression creeping across his red, dirt stained face, he resigned to a spot under one of the large oak trees that decorated the campus, keeping his eyes on the ground as to avoid the gaze of the collective that had witnessed his failure. He felt someone bathe him in their shadow just then, and without lifting his head, he spat; “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want buddy, in fact take a film next time, it’ll last ya’ longer...”
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For all that Erik has seen so much, there is still a world of things he has yet to experience. He has seen the improbable and the impossible, seen men and mutants alike wield incredible power, but nothing had prepared him for this.
It is an enemy unlike any he has personally faced, and though his time with Charles and those students selected to hone and perfect their abilities for the sake of his little team has been short thus far, Erik had rather thought he might have a firmer grasp on what to expect. The very reality begins to warp, and despite all offensive and defensive strategies, their efforts are futile.
It’s too difficult to protect them all. There are too many, and their adversary can manipulate them in ways Erik hoped never to feel again; it is a vulnerability, a feeling of powerlessness. A loss of control. He glimpses the others; smells the telltale sulphur scent of Kurt trying his best. They’re all immensely talented but they are so young and so inexperienced.
Before he can catch himself, he is falling-
-and landing hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. A plume of dust rises all around him and he rolls over onto his back, coughing. The first thing he notices is that it is unusually bright, and he raises his arm up over his eyes, squinting. The ground is hard beneath him, and rough with sand and stones. When he turns his head from one side to the other, he can’t see anyone. It’s eerily quiet, here.
Wherever ‘here’ is.
