Seeing You •Erik Lehnsherr• ON HOLD

{Chp. 1}

She wasn't in any serious pain, and she wasn't being starved, but, as said before, the tests that they preformed made her ache. But she pushed through. They had promised her freedom if she cooperated, so that's what she did, even if it meant sacrificing her sanity.

Marian wrapped her arms around her body as she stood facing the glass, just waiting for someone to come and stare again. That's what she did in her 'free' time; raid people's minds and play with her cubes. She didn't really have much of a choice.

Suddenly, breaking Marian out of her train of thought, another alarm blurred throughout her cell. She sighed in annoyance, letting her hair fall in front of her face as she looked to the ground.

"You know what to do." A voice echoed throughout the cell as clangs were heard from behind the glass.

Marian nodded her head as she stepped forward, placing her hands through the hole that just appeared in the glass. Two metal cuffs were slapped on to her wrists, and she flinched at the sudden coldness that ran up her arms. She hated this. Whenever the guards came, and whenever they made her wear the bracelets, it only meant one thing; more tests.

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"This is an... an institution?" Erik Lehnsherr asked incredulously as he looked around the dull room with a look on his face. "I find that very hard to believe, Charles."

"Trust me, Erik." Charles Xavier replied as he tossed his friend a reassuring smile. "This is the place. She's here, I can feel it."

"You can– I don't even want to know." Erik mumbled as he shook his head, falling down on to a not so comfortable leather couch.

This so called institution gave Erik a bad feeling. As most places did, but this was a very strong feeling. A strong sense of dread washed over him as soon as he laid eyes on the dark building, and he was suddenly reminded of his very own childhood. A childhood that wasn't very pleasant.

"Ah, I'm sorry to keep you two gentleman waiting." The door to this office was suddenly peeled open, revealing a very sick looking man. "I'm Gibson Strobe, and you are..."

"Charles Xavier." He replied, a kind smile on his face as he shook the mans rough hand. "My partner—"

"Erik Lehnsherr." He gave the man a stiff nod as he stood up, straightening his coat out before sitting back down.

"Now, Mr. Xavier, they tell me you're here looking for someone... special, is it?" Gibson asked as he sat down at his desk, immediately pulling out a file.

"That's correct." Charles replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he cast Erik a look. "One person in-particular, actually."

"Well, I can assure you we have just the person you're looking for." Gibson stood back up from his chair to hand Charles the file, and he gave a sharp nod before walking towards the door. "She'll be by in a few minutes. But uh... a word of advice, Mr. Xavier."

"And that would be?" Charles asked as he rose an eyebrow in question, glancing up to Erik as he stood by his side.

"Take extreme caution when dealing with her." Gibson said, gulping thickly as he dabbed some sweat off of his forehead. "She's very tricky to deal with. Good day, Mr. Xavier, Mr. Lehnsherr." And with that being said, he left.