Red lights flash around him, klaxons ring down metal corridors. Sweat drips from every pore, but that’s not important right now. The sharp tang of blood is in his mouth, and he swallows to fight down nausea. This ship is filled with demons, and Charles needs to see them burn. If he can just get his axe—if he can just reach it with the tips of his fingers, then Charles can end this nightmare. Shaw—the androids—the experiments—
His legs. Shaw took—Shaw took his legs. His real legs are rotting—and the stubs of the robotic legs screech on the floor as he crawls, drawing sparks.
If he can get the axe, though, he can do anything.. Anything to fight his way out of this constant nightmare. He still doesn’t know where Erik is. Maybe he’s dead too. At the very least, he’s only a head. Ripped off to torture Charles—all of this to torture Charles. All because he has something Shaw will never, can never have. No matter how hard he tries to replicate it. No matter how many filthy test tubes he fills with Charles’ DNA—
And Charles will fight to his last breath, no matter how broken, battered, and bruised he gets, against the one man who ruined his life.
And maybe then, he’ll put this axe through his head, too.