[X-Men] Kill Professor Fork

Charles and Eric walked down the stairs, and a strong and pungent Malfoylin smell hit them. This is an underground laboratory, which covers several times the area above.The laboratory is surrounded by a lot of medical equipment, the most eye-catching is the experimental glass cylinder with various fresh internal organs on both sides.

"It seems that these are the relics of those killed." Eric looked at everything very calmly.

Charles looked at the horrible scene in disbelief. He walked to the nearest experimental glass tank. Inside was the skinned corpse of an unknown creature. Judging from its body structure, it was preliminarily judged to be a human being. .

Charles gasped, what kind of cruel pervert would do such a dehumanizing thing.Due to the loss of eyelids, the eyes of the corpse were kept open, and it was shocking to look at.Without warning, the body rushed to Charles and stared at him, banging on the glass.It was still alive, the body trapped in the glass tank filled with solution was struggling painfully.Charles was caught off guard and took a few steps back and almost didn't fall. Eric stepped up in time to reach out to support him.

"Stay away from it." Eric frowned and grabbed Charles' hand tightly.

"I'm fine." Charles took a deep breath to gather himself.

Eric reminded him: "Be careful around."

Charles nodded.

In the dark ahead, there was a sound of heavy footsteps approaching this way, and Charles felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Eric." Charles shouted, and then exchanged a look with Eric. Eric quickly understood what he meant, and immediately turned on the magnetic field mode to maximize. All medical instruments and steel products in the laboratory The objects are all overridden, floating in mid-air, ready to attack at any time.

The visitor came out of the shadows, and his identity was revealed immediately, but Charles and Eric were terrified when they caught a glimpse of the familiar face.It was a devastated face, but it could still be judged from the outline and some facial features that it was "Eric".

Seeing the unrecognizable self, Eric was stunned for two seconds. Two seconds was enough for the enemy to find the opportunity to attack. Even in a different world, Magneto was still Magneto. The metal objects in the room were snatched back, and all the metal instruments in the room flew towards them.

Charles tried to hack into the opponent's mind to control his actions.Damn it, Charles found that he couldn't do it, that "Eric" was obviously not wearing a helmet, but there was still something blocking the connection between himself and the other's brain.

"I can't control him, Eric, don't stand there, think of a way!" Charles shouted to his partner next to him.

Eric recovered from the daze, fixed the flying metal object in mid-air, and regained the dominance.

The two confronted each other with equal strength, but at such a critical moment, Eric seemed to be drained of all his strength, and his knees softened and he fell to his knees.

"Eric" Charles walked to the side and was busy helping him, but unexpectedly, he also couldn't use his strength, his limbs were paralyzed, and his body slowly fell to the ground. What's going on?

"It's an anesthetic gas." Eric suddenly realized that he had been tricked by this trick before.He secretly resented himself for being too careless and negligent, but it was too late.

Charles fell sideways on the floor. He couldn't move except blinking. He could only watch "Eric" approaching him step by step.

"Get your dead hand away!" Eric warned him clearly word by word.

However, the other party didn't take his words seriously at all, and still focused on looking at Charles in front of him, rubbed his rough fingertips full of scars on Charles' lips from time to time, and even put his fingers into Charles' mouth with a slightly teasing nature. mouth.

"Don't touch him, you bastard!" Eric stood up from the floor and yelled at the man. He gathered all the metal that could be found in the room and threw it at the guy. The other party dodged to dodge, the metal smashed on the glass tank next to it, and the glass slag mixed with the solution inside spilled all over the ground.

"Max, don't fight here, you've screwed up my lab." A dissatisfied voice said to the "Eric", the owner of the voice came from a man wearing a knee-length trench coat and riding boots , about fifty years old, with thinning hair, but this did not prevent them from identifying him - Xavier!

Xavier glanced at Max and gave him an order: "Stand back."

The other party obediently obeyed.

Xavier was obviously surprised when he saw Charles and Eric. He looked at them with intriguing eyes, and asked slowly, "What is your name? Where did you come from?"

"None of your business." Eric said disdainfully.

Xavier was not angry either, and laughed a few times, his laughter sounded a bit evil.Xavier walked up to Eric, lifted his helmet and threw it to the side. With only a slight thought, Eric immediately fell to the ground with a splitting headache. This mental pollution method again, Eric It is no match for it.A trace of bright red blood flowed from his mouth, Eric gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold back.

No, I have to hold on. Eric warned himself that he must not lose the chain at such a critical moment, otherwise his life would be fine, and even Charles would be threatened. Charles' life is his bottom line, no matter what. must hold fast.Eric gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, using all his strength to absorb the metal, and the surroundings began to shake violently.

Max stepped forward and kicked Eric hard in the abdomen, then picked up the surgical steel table next to him and slammed it on Eric. Eric couldn't dodge smoothly, and half of his body was pressed against the surgical table. Under the table.

"Max, don't kill that guy, I want to capture him alive." Xavier glared at Max, and Max stopped immediately.

Looking at Eric who was coughing and vomiting blood, Charles was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.His body couldn't move, and his consciousness began to fade a little. He had to take some action.Charles calmly disturbed Xavier mentally, but this idea was quickly seen through by the other party.

"No matter who you are, don't try to brain-control me." Xavier strode over and grabbed Charles by the collar and brought him to him. Those blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Charles's, revealed endless violence. Charles He couldn't make a sound, his throat was choked by the opponent, Xavier's fingertips were embedded in the flesh of his neck, and it became more and more difficult for Charles to breathe, this man was simply crazy, he wanted to kill him, just in Here, right now.

"Charles!"

He heard Eric calling his name, and he heard Eric yelling.

Eric was exhausted from his physical strength in the limit state. He pushed the operating bed away with magnetic force and stood up again with difficulty overcoming the effect of anesthesia. No, the distance between them was still too far away. He couldn't reach Charles Beside, that damned trash, actually treated Charles like this... Eric's anger soared to the extreme, and under the influence of this strong emotion, the whole house was torn apart.

Then Charles heard loud fighting sounds around him. He felt that the drug had spread to all nerves in his body, and then he lost consciousness and fell asleep.

***

When Charles awoke, he found himself lying on a bed in one of the bedrooms, in clean pajamas.

"Great, brother, you finally woke up." X, who had been by his side all the time, finally let go of his heart.

Charles tried to sit up in bed, but was stopped by Hank in a doctor's coat.

"Before you are completely out of the effect of the medicine, you should lie in bed and rest for a while." Hank said, took out a small flashlight from his white coat, and bent down to check the condition of Charles' pupils.

"Where is this?" Charles asked.

"You're in the hospital," Hank replied.

"Where's Eric?" Charles always cared more about him than about his own situation.

"Oh, your partner is recuperating in the next room, he's just had surgery," Hank said.

Charles couldn't help frowning, "Surgery?"

Hank nodded, "Well, his hand was injured by the steel plate bed and caused a fracture, and other parts were also seriously injured. Fortunately, the operation was performed in time."

"How's his injury?" Charles pressed Hank.

"There is no danger to his life. The most important thing right now is to rest. As long as he is properly cared for, he will recover."

Feeling relieved, Charles asked X, "What happened after I passed out?"

"Eric went berserk due to emotional loss of control. At that time, we and the local sheriff had rushed to the scene, and we finally suppressed him." X said concisely, "Then we found James in the laboratory room, and he was unconscious. past."

"Why did Xavier take James away?" Charles was puzzled.

X said: "God knows, there are still many things we don't understand, such as the disemboweled victims found in that basement, and the missing people. Scott has sent people to completely seal the underground laboratory. said X.

Charles thought of the inhuman corpse in the laboratory that had been tortured and mutilated.Charles didn't expect Xavier to do such inhumane things. Those were all human lives. No matter what his purpose was, it made people angry.

"What about the Xavier?" Charles asked with clenched fists.

"He escaped, but the guy was seriously injured in the battle with us, so he must not go far." X said, "We will find him."

"X, do you think Xavier's actions have anything to do with Soul Fang?" Charles asked for his opinion.

"The matter hasn't come to light yet, so it's still uncertain, but Charles, the top priority for you now is to rest and recuperate. We will take care of other things."

After X and Hank left, Charles tossed and turned on the bed until he couldn't help it and ran across the next room.

Tuk tuk, Charles knocked twice, but no one answered, then knocked a few more times, still no answer, he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it lightly, the door was unlocked, so he went in.Charles poked his head inside, but found no one, then walked slowly inside, and when he came to the bed, he found that the bed was empty.

"Who are you looking for?" Just as Charles turned his head away, a low voice suddenly sounded in his ear, which startled him. When Charles turned around, the tip of his nose brushed against Eric's lips, inadvertently It was just a slight touch between them, but it made Charles a little tense at that moment.The room was very quiet, except for the breathing of the two, Charles could even hear the beating of their hearts.

"Apart from you, is there anyone else living in this room?"

"Maybe not."

Charles stared at Eric's right hand with a plaster bandage wrapped around his neck, "Your injury..."

"After the operation, it's a small thing, and the plaster will be removed soon." Eric said lightly, "But I have a headache."

"Or I'd better go back first, and you have a rest."

Charles wanted to turn around, but Eric grabbed him immediately.

"Stay here, Charles."

Seeing Eric's begging expression, Charles couldn't help laughing and said, "How about I give you a massage, haha."

Eric immediately pulled up a chair next to him and sat down.

Charles: "?"

"Aren't you going to massage the acupuncture points for me?"

Charles pursed his lips, walked around the back of the chair, and slowly placed his hands on Eric's temples, rubbing them lightly while using his sensory ability to soothe his nerves.

"Every time your hand touches my head, I always have the feeling that you are reading my mind." Eric closed his eyes and said, Charles' fingers gently massaged on his acupuncture points , which made him feel relaxed physically and mentally.

"Under normal circumstances, I don't casually pry into other people's privacy." Charles said.

Eric smiled, what if Charles really read his thoughts without authorization and knew that he had been flirting with him endlessly during this time?

The hospital was deserted and extremely boring. Although they wanted to stay here to recuperate their injuries, they didn't have any recreational activities other than just sitting there, which made people panic.Charles stayed in Eric's room reading a book.

The weather was a bit sweltering, Charles undid several buttons of his shirt, picked a comfortable position and half-lyed on the sofa to read his book.

Eric looked at the beautiful person in front of him, with fair skin and reddish lips, Eric couldn't help moving his Adam's apple up and down, swallowing his saliva. Of course, no matter how wretched the heart is, he must be serious and put the cool handsome high Cold to the end.Besides, he is injured now, so it is not appropriate to think wildly, Eric decided to divert his thoughts.

Charles held a book called "Absurd Genetics" in his hand, and looked up at Eric from time to time. This guy had been meditating in lotus position for nearly an hour.If you talk to him rashly now, will you go crazy?

"Eric?" he called softly.

"I am listening."

"I never knew you had a hobby of yoga," Charles said, turning a page.

"When I was in the Pentagon, I would sit and meditate like this every day, and it helped me focus."

"Focus?"

"You must know that if you don't touch metal for many years, your ability may be reduced. In order to avoid this from happening, this is an auxiliary practice."

Eric said with a breath.At that time, Eric had tried to move a paper clip in the office on the ground of the Pentagon. If he succeeded, he could then manipulate larger metal objects step by step through the practice of manipulating the paper clip, but he could not He didn't know whether he succeeded, because the idea was born relatively late. In less than three days after he tried, that brat named Pietro got himself out of the cell on the [-]th floor underground.

"Well, I understand." Charles nodded.

In fact, during the years when Eric was imprisoned at the bottom of the Pentagon, he would send messages to Charles through his thoughts every now and then. He didn't expect Charles to save himself, but just wanted to know Charles' condition and how he was doing. Are you unhappy, and... want to tell him that he misses him.Of course, Charles would not know this, and during that period, he was incapacitated.

Eric couldn't help sighing when he thought of the period when he was imprisoned. He actually survived such a life that seemed like a hundred years.

"I feel that you sigh a lot more than before, is it because of your age?" Charles teased lightly.

"Your hair also seems to be thinner than before." Eric replied, of course he was just joking, but he didn't expect Charles' face to be clouded and extremely unhappy.

In fact, the speaker had no intention but the listener intended, Eric's words were impartial and pierced the sore spot in Charles' heart, and Charles would never forget the day he glimpsed his future from Logan's mind, the man in the wheelchair. The bald professor is his old self!Bald, this is a knot in Charles' heart.He really can't accept it.

Eric saw that Charles's face was getting weirder and more distorted, and the corners of his mouth were still twitching, and then he realized that his thoughtless words just now made him unhappy. Eric coughed a few times, and then said: "Just now , that... I'm just kidding, don't worry about it."

Charles remained silent and continued to read with his head down.

Eric didn't know what to say, and then the two fell into silence.

"I had a glimpse of my future," Charles said, breaking the silence.

"What is the future like?" Eric looked at him.

Charles shook his head and smiled wryly, "I don't know, I only see my hair falling out, hehe, I'm old, bald, and paralyzed, I feel... a bit bad..."

Eric walked over to him and sat next to him, squeezing Charles' hand tightly and resting it on his lap.

"Charles, what will you think of me if one day I become a bad old man, demented, drooling and incontinent?"

Charles blinked his blue eyes, "It's nothing, you're still Eric."

"That's it." Eric kissed him on the lips. Even if Charles changed, he still liked him hopelessly, and it had nothing to do with the skin.Eric reached for Charles' chest, but did nothing. He lowered his head and helped Charles button the clothes one by one.

"Put on your clothes, I don't want others to see you like this."

Charles licked his dry lips, and found himself flushing.