By My Side | Cherik One Shots

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I lurked in the dark alleyway I had to see as my home. I had wings, so I was a mutant. My parents tried to cure me by burning me, cutting me, and locking me in a room without food or water. Their 'cure' failed. Now I was on the run. I heard voices. Suddenly, I was grabbed and thrown against the wall. I screamed in shock. "No! Let me go!" I screamed. The dark shadow of a man pulled a knife, and just as he was pressing the dull blade to my throat, choking me, I heard an unfamiliar British voice. "Sleep." The man fell to the cold, damp ground. I was perplexed as I fell to the ground, catching my breath. "Erik, over here!" I heard the British voice, getting closer. I turned to face the wall. "Please don't hurt me." I whispered, the plea echoing in the dark void. A man with piercing blue eyes in a wheelchair was behind me. I shivered and stared into his blue eyes. "Please-please don't hurt me." I cried. "Charles Xavier." He stuck his hand out. I tentatively shook it, quickly retracting my hand to my side. "Cambri." I said in a small voice. Suddenly another man appeared. I shrunk against the wall. He picked me up and I fought. My wings flapped and I stopped. 'It's okay dear, we're mutants too.' Charles' voice says in my head. I looked at him and smiled. The man who picked me up said "We're going to take you away from here, okay? You won't need to be afraid anymore. I promise." He had a bit of a German accent and a rather deep voice compared to Charles. Erik wrapped be in a blanket and carried me bridal style back to a car. It had been years since I had ridden in one, but I definitely recognized it. They used to leave me in the trunk on hot days to overheat. I started to shake. Charles spoke. "I'll sit in the backseat with her to keep her calm. Erik laid me down and Charles sat next to me with my head in his lap. 'Be calm.' He said in my head after placing two fingers to my temple. I felt calmer. I have vivid flashbacks of my past. The handcuffs. The car trunk. The knives. The matches. The escape. The capture. I felt a hot tear trickle down my cheek. "Erik, this is worse than we imagined." Charles voice spoke. He stroked the brown hair out of my eyes and looked deep into my light purplish blue eyes. I smiled slightly through the tears. Charles smiled slightly too. 'It's okay. You're safe. You can sleep now.' He said and I fell asleep soon after.
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I woke being carried by who I assumed was Erik, in front of a big mansion. "Where are we?" I said after yawning. "Home." Charles says. Charles and Erik decide on an empty room on the first floor. Erik set me down on the bed, and asked if I wanted anything. "No..." I said. I looked down and the rags I was wearing compared to the pristine sheets. I jumped up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've gotten this bed dirty." I instinctively lifted the back of my shirt, braced for the impact of a belt. Charles and Erik both gasped. They must have seen the scars. I blushed and put my shirt back down. "Sorry, habit." I said. Erik hugged me. "We would never do anything like that with you!" Charles says like it was the craziest idea he had ever heard. 'That's because it is, love.' I looked over to see Charles, two fingers on his temple, smiling sadly at me. Charles went to get new clothes and Erik sat in the chair in the corner of the room. Charles and a pair of new clothes soon arrived. Erik led me into the bathroom and Charles handed me my clothes. "Thank you." I said quietly. Charles just smiled at me. "It's okay. We're just doing what you deserve." He said, he and Erik leaving the bathroom. I took a short shower, not wanting to get in trouble. I then got dressed for the first time in years, wearing fresh clothes. I walked out of the bathroom feeling great. Charles was waiting. "Sit down." He said. I complied. He moved behind me and brushed my wet hair gently before braiding it. "There. Do you feel better?" He said, moving out from behind me. "Yes." I said, feeling clean and calm for the first time in a long time. I felt at peace. I crawled into bed, feeling like a small child. But I felt that I couldn't sleep yet. Charles turned to leave. "No, please don't leave me alone." I squeaked. He stopped, looked at me meaningfully Then he stopped, and began to come back
saying "Okay darling," He said, getting on the bed. "I'll protect you." He said, and he didn't leave till morning came. I was home.