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Krystle Harrison (omggirlonthenet) wrote in memebells,
@ 2012-01-13 20:23:00

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[rated] nc17, [rated] pg-13, [rated] r, [type] choices, [type] crack, [type] dark, [type] fluff, [type] memories, [type] serious, [warning] possible triggers

Good Ending/Bad Ending meme
Do you get a happily ever after? Or a 'Rocks fall, everyone dies'? Why not both?

* Post your characters and set up two scenes. One with an ideal setting (They got what they always wanted, hit it big, became rich and famous, etc.) and one with a bad twist of events (They're homeless, everyone hates them, maybe they're even dying!).
* Others respond to one of the two settings (Or both in different comments, if they want!)
* Respond.
* ???
* Profit!!!

Just remember: no ending is set in stone, good endings can turn sour, and bad endings can be made better. Just see where it takes you and enjoy the ride!

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Bad Ending

ihearyouthink
2012-01-14 09:51 am UTC (link)

Charles hadn't given up searching. For Shaw, for Erik. He wasn't going to leave him at the hands of that monstrous man. Hours and days spent in Cerebro, searching for both of them. Shaw was a clever man and never could be spotted in the same place twice. He kept Erik's mind as shielded as his own and Charles had absolutely no way of finding either of them.

Finally, he decided on a new tactic. He'd visited the white queen in prison, Emma Frost. Striking a deal with her, she would lead him to Shaw in exchange for him letting her disappear. He wasn't comfortable with it but considering how mutant kind was now being viewed in the public eye, he could understand why she would want to become invisible. So against his better judgement, he helped her escape and the two of them had tracked down Shaw at one of his hideouts.

Hopefully Erik would still be there by the time he could be rescued.

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serene_rage
2012-01-14 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Erik hadn't given up hope either, not completely, but that last kernel of it had been buried deep, he knew better than to leave it anywhere that Shaw might see it. He'd given up on being rescued, yes, he had long since realized that this was something he'd have to do himself, but he had to wait for the opportune moment, and the longer he stayed, the less chance of an escape happening there was and he knew it.

So he was still there when the cavalry arrived, but finding him was going to be another story, the hideout wasn't large, but it was labyrinthine, especially in the lower levels where Shaw's test subjects were kept, and Erik was definitely one of those. Kept well and away from any plumbing or electrical wiring or anything else that he could use to his advantage.

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ihearyouthink
2012-01-14 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Charles was relying on Emma to get him through the maze, being that she had been there before. Of course, that didn't preclude the possibility that Shaw had changed his security measures since the last time she was there. In fact, it was a near certainty that he had after he'd decided to leave Emma in prison instead of coming for her.

Something she was not happy about in the least. She may be keeping her thoughts to herself as much as possible, but Charles had a hunch this was more revenge against Shaw than helping him.

That and the fact she had offered to be the distraction while Charles went to rescue Erik. A helpful guard to manipulate and Charles was soon at the door of Erik's cell. He was going to have to move quickly, not knowing if there were video cameras watching this area. But he was keeping just out of sight behind the oblivious guard as he taps on the door a rhythm of Morse Code.

C-H-E-C-K. A chess reference. As in Charles is threatening the king of this establishment. He wants to make sure this is the right cell block.

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serene_rage
2012-01-14 06:33 pm UTC (link)

Erik's brow furrowed at the sound, taking only a moment to work out what it meant, even with the lingering pain in his hand as a distraction. Pain was nothing new to him, he just had to remind himself of it sometimes. Even still it took him longer than it should to work out both the word and the meaning behind it, that tiny ember of hope that he'd buried flaring brightly to life again.

He'd never been that great at projecting his thoughts, much better at keeping them locked up, but he was sure as hell going to try now, because the worst case, as he saw it, was that there would be no response.

He didn't manage the other man's name so much as a wordless impression of him, a flicker of images and memories, inquisitive all the same, asking if he were actually there.

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ihearyouthink
2012-01-14 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Charles smiles in relief at the faint impression back. It had been forever since Erik had disappeared, there had been a very good chance he was dead.

Keeping the guard frozen in place, he sends a message of his own. Hello, old friend...good to hear you again. He starts looking all around the door, looking for a way to get it open without setting off any alarms. I'm going to get you out of here.

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serene_rage
2012-01-14 07:28 pm UTC (link)

There had been times when Erik was brought back to his room when he was incoherent from pain, where he couldn't make sense of anything, there were other times when he was more or less fine, and other times when he was half-blind or worse, but he was sure of one thing: The combination for the door never changed. He couldn't be sure now if this was stupidity on Shaw's part, or just something that the man hadn't thought would be a problem because the fortress was, supposedly, impregnable.

It was something that Erik had tried to make use of himself, but there was something between his side of the door and the outside that stopped him from using his powers to throw the lock from the inside, but now? Well, that had all changed.

Dresden. That he was able to get across as a word, mostly due to the fact that he had something to focus on beside the pain radiating from his hand all the way up his arm. The actual damage was just to his thumb, palm and wrist, but he could feel it halfway across his back.

The word was followed by 3737336. It was possible that the number had some other significance to Shaw, or perhaps it was just random, but that was the connection Erik had made between the two.

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ihearyouthink
2012-01-14 07:37 pm UTC (link)

He was injured, though Charles couldn't be sure how badly from where he stood. There was also telepath dampening properties around this cell, the only reason he could reach Erik's mind now was because he was physically closer than if he was searching with Cerebro.

Charles frowns at the word and the numbers, considering the electronic keypad next to the door. He punches in the number combination, hoping that Erik was coherent about the information he was giving. If it went badly, he would be trying to break the door open with the guard's gun.

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serene_rage
2012-01-14 07:46 pm UTC (link)

He was right, it seemed, since the latch popped open, releasing whatever seal held the door in place. For a bare moment Erik looked unsure, as if this might be some sort of trick, but relief followed hard and fast when he saw that it really was Charles there.

Erik had apparently been through hell and back at least once while he was here. Thinner than he had been, almost distressingly so, but while Shaw had wanted him broken, he'd also needed Erik strong enough to survive whatever he decided to do to the man that day, which meant that he had to be kept fed. There were scars up both arms, and a bruise on his jaw, another, older one high on his cheek, vanishing into his hairline, "Charles."

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	ihearyouthink 2012-01-14 07:52 pm UTC (link)
	Charles steps in, taking in Erik's appearance. "Erik. You look...absolutely awful." His smile is cheeky but still worried. His friend had been cruelly used, that much was certain. He reaches to put a hand on his shoulder as if to reassure he was real enough. "I think you are overdue for a jail break. Can you stand?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serene_rage
2012-01-14 08:28 pm UTC (link)

"I don't doubt I've looked worse." He replied, voice rough from some combination of disuse and being worn from screaming. He'd all but refused to talk the whole time he was here, one of the few things he could do that needled at Shaw. Erik hadn't been above staging what small rebellions he could.

It was a moment more before he nodded at the question, levering himself to his feet, keeping his injured arm close against his side, "I think walking is even doable, though running may be out of the question." He didn't have that kind of energy. His brow furrowed a moment later, "Who's with you?" Because he couldn't imagine Charles would mount a rescue operation like this alone.

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ihearyouthink
2012-01-15 05:51 am UTC (link)

Charles pulls a large handkerchief out of his pocket and works quickly to make a sling for Erik's arm, inspecting the hand carefully to see how badly he's injured.

"Walking might do the trick, I wasn't entirely sure what state I would find you in..." He loops the uninjured arm of Erik's over one of his shoulders to help him to the door, keeping his other hand to his temple to keep the nearby guards unaware of their presence.

And also ignoring the question put to him, he's not sure how Erik would take to him colaborating with Emma. He's not too thrilled about it himself.

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serene_rage
2012-01-15 06:46 am UTC (link)

There was a tidy row of stitches along either side of his wrist, one of them running most of the way up his thumb, and another running perpendicular between them, the skin had been peeled away and put back. Shaw was nothing if not precise.

If Erik noticed the lack of an answer, he didn't mention it, just nodded at the statement, "Today's a good day." One of the better ones, all in all, he was coherent and cognizant and could move under his own power, it counted as a good day.

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	ok, you want this escape to go well? badly? or possibly badly but good at the last minute? :3 ihearyouthink 2012-01-15 06:49 am UTC (link)
	Charles keeps them behind the guard, using him as best as he can to shield them from any cameras as he marches the man back the way they had come. "I suspect it's harder to get out of this place than to get in," he says in a low voice as they move through zig-zag corridors. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Option 3! Burninate all the things!

serene_rage
2012-01-15 07:07 am UTC (link)

He nodded at that assessment, replying, "He let me get all the way outside, once." Apparently Erik hadn't just sat idle, waiting for whatever Shaw would come up with next, "After that is when he moved me down here." He shook his head, "There's nothing out there, not for miles." He wasn't even sure what country they were in, all he knew was that it had been snow as far as he could see, and the kind of cold that locked up a person's lungs, made breathing painful.

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	sounds like a plan! ihearyouthink 2012-01-15 07:09 am UTC (link)
	"Well now...there's a pretty fast snowmobile out there we can use." It was how he and Emma got close enough to the facility. Just then, the alarms start sounding off and Charles gives the guard a shove as he falls unconscious to the ground. "Ok, that's our cue!" He pulls Erik along with him towards the exit as fast as he can. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

serene_rage
2012-01-15 08:04 am UTC (link)

He stumbled, just for a moment, but caught his balance easily enough, keeping pace with the other man, "He's been building an army." Even Erik wasn't entirely sure how, since he knew Shaw didn't trust anyone but himself, really.

"I hope you remember the way out of here." Erik had been moved from one cell to another often enough that he would be lost if he tried to get out, he knew because it had happened at least once.

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ihearyouthink
2012-01-15 08:16 am UTC (link)

"A...mutual friend let me know how to get in." He suspected Emma was with Shaw now, but if she was helping or hindering, he couldn't be sure.

An explosion suddenly rocks the facility, the shockwaves reaching them and tearing big cracks in the walls. Charles tries to keep their collective footing to keep them moving forward and avoid the chunks of ceiling that are starting to come down on them. "Run for it! It's coming down!"

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	serene_rage 2012-01-15 08:23 am UTC (link)
	Erik wasn't as quick on his feet as he used to be, but the threat of being buried alive was more than enough to motivate him, keeping pace with Charles easily enough, "You got in, but can you get out?" He yelped, twisting then to shoulder Charles out of the way, a narrow miss for another chunk of steel reinforced concrete. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ihearyouthink
2012-01-15 08:26 am UTC (link)

"I hadn't planned on Shaw blowing up his entire--...!"

The next explosion is big enough to throw them off their feet. They're so close to the door outside, one can see he snow. But the building is starting to come down around them and Charles just went under a mound of broken rocks. Keep going! he urges Erik, almost forcing him with a mental command to go for the door while he tries to crawl out.

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serene_rage
2012-01-15 08:48 am UTC (link)

"Like hell." He replied, turning back around managing to brace himself on the nearest wall, or at least what was left of it. It only took him a moment to figure out which of the pieces would be the most detrimental to Charles' escape, feeling out the rebar in the rubble.

Strictly speaking, he knew he didn't have to use his hands for control, but after so long having his powers dampened, he wasn't entirely sure he could. There was a grimace, feeling the stitches in his thumb tear as he moved, jaw tight as he bore down with his full focus, yanking the rubble away piece by piece, heedless of the rest that was coming down around them both.

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*cue action sequence music*

ihearyouthink
2012-01-15 08:51 am UTC (link)

Charles feels the pile over him give just enough and starts crawling towards daylight. He's covered in dirt and dust but still whole as far as he can tell. He staggers to his feet as another shockwave rocks the facility and grabs Erik's arm to pull him towards the exit and into the snow. "Go!!"

They get out just as the whole place blows up in a fireball behind them, the two of them sliding down the ridge of snow into a bank.

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	This scene is now directed by Michael Bay serene_rage 2012-01-15 09:03 am UTC (link)
	He was battered and he was bleeding and he was the near side of exhausted, but right at that moment he didn't care. Because aside from being exhausted, bleeding and battered, he was free and that was more important. Of course, he was also cold, damp and bordering on hysterical, but he'd manage to rein himself in soon enough. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lol, yes! ihearyouthink 2012-01-15 09:05 am UTC (link)
	Charles struggles to his feet, a little disoriented from all the noise but he hurries to make sure Erik is ok. A hand to his neck before trying to help him to sit up. "Got you, it's ok, we're out." His mind nudging at Erik's to try and get him to respond. Erik? You in there? Stay with me, ok? Say something...or think something. He could work with either. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	serene_rage 2012-01-15 09:19 am UTC (link)
	He was laughing, high and wild, but he managed to pull it back after a moment, especially in the face of Charles' concern. Nodding at the string of questions, not trusting his voice again just yet. He staggered to his feet before long, using Charles for support as he did so. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ihearyouthink 2012-01-15 09:20 am UTC (link)
	Charles can understand the hysterics after being pulled out of a place like that. But he knows once they wear off, Erik is going to crash and soon. So he pushes them on towards the snowmobiles, limping slightly on a twisted ankle. "Not much farther, almost there." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)