mcwonthelottery: look! kl posted another train photo for you! mcwonthelottery: mutants on a train! tied up! with a lion? somehow, it fits. pocky_slash: Hahaha, well, I saw it and I was like, "REALLY, KL? REALLY?" but then I read what she wrote about collages and taking the important bits and I was like, "OKAY I CAN WORK WITH THIS." mcwonthelottery: i hope the important bits are the tied up people pocky_slash: Or I could write an AU where Erik is a cartoon villian with a twirly mustache tying Charles to railroad tracks. mcwonthelottery: oh my god do it. pocky_slash: Oh god now I kind of have to, don't i?
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"You'll never get away with this, Magneto!" Charles shouted over the already approaching roar of the train.
"Who's going to stop me?" Magneto asked. He laughed heartily, stroking his mustache as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Charles would never be able to break through the steel cables that Magneto had bound him with. "Your precious X-Men?"
The train was coming faster, now. Charles could feel the vibrations from the rails he was tied to and in a scant few minutes, he'd be torn apart by the racing locomotive. Or squished. Or whatever villains assume will happen when they tie someone to the train tracks. Magneto flipped his long black cape over his shoulder and adjusted his black top hat. He was really taking this cartoon villain thing a bit too far. Charles was surprised he didn't have a cackling dog as a sidekick.
"You're a terrible man!" Charles cried out. "When my X-Men find out what you've done, they'll make you pay!"
Magneto cackled again and said, "Then they'll come running right into my trap, like the noble fools they are!" More cackling.
"I think you're laying the evil laugh on a little heavy," Charles said.
Magneto stopped laughing and glared at him.
"The laugh is classic," he said. "All evil villains have an evil laugh."
"In moderation it works," Charles said. "Now it's just gone from scary to cliche."
"Fuck you!" Magneto snapped. "What do you know, anyway?"
"I know that sounds like a much better idea," Charles said, raising his eyebrows.
"What?" Magneto asked.
"You know you agree," Charles said. "You in that costume, me tied to a bed somewhere instead of a train track, helpless against anything you try to do to me." His eyes went a little glazed. "I'm getting hot just thinking about it."
"Hot with...fear?" Magneto asked dubiously.
"Of course," Charles said quickly. "Hot with fear. I bet there's a riding crop that goes with those boots and that hat, right?" Magneto blinked at him. "Um, and I'm terrified of it. Obviously."
"Well," Magneto said, frowning, "this train is taking an awful long time to get here."
"Excellent!" Charles said. "Let's go!" At Magneto's glare he added, "Um, I mean, oh no, I can't believe you're changing your plan and taking me hostage somewhere my students will never find me, at least not for a few days if they know what's good for them!"
And then they went off and Magneto tortured Charles for days in his secret lair. At least, that's how he explained the bruises and bite marks to his students when they finally found him.
no subject
somehow, it fits.
but then I read what she wrote about collages and taking the important bits
and I was like, "OKAY I CAN WORK WITH THIS."
my
god
do it.
now I kind of have to, don't i?
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"You'll never get away with this, Magneto!" Charles shouted over the already approaching roar of the train.
"Who's going to stop me?" Magneto asked. He laughed heartily, stroking his mustache as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Charles would never be able to break through the steel cables that Magneto had bound him with. "Your precious X-Men?"
Charles thought about Hank's stubborn refusal to leave the house, Sean's new-found obsession with hoarding weird things from flea markets and talking in weird accents, and the fact that Alex was just a white space in the kitchen.
"They're rather inept, aren't they?" he admitted.
The train was coming faster, now. Charles could feel the vibrations from the rails he was tied to and in a scant few minutes, he'd be torn apart by the racing locomotive. Or squished. Or whatever villains assume will happen when they tie someone to the train tracks. Magneto flipped his long black cape over his shoulder and adjusted his black top hat. He was really taking this cartoon villain thing a bit too far. Charles was surprised he didn't have a cackling dog as a sidekick.
"You're a terrible man!" Charles cried out. "When my X-Men find out what you've done, they'll make you pay!"
Magneto cackled again and said, "Then they'll come running right into my trap, like the noble fools they are!" More cackling.
"I think you're laying the evil laugh on a little heavy," Charles said.
Magneto stopped laughing and glared at him.
"The laugh is classic," he said. "All evil villains have an evil laugh."
"In moderation it works," Charles said. "Now it's just gone from scary to cliche."
"Fuck you!" Magneto snapped. "What do you know, anyway?"
"I know that sounds like a much better idea," Charles said, raising his eyebrows.
"What?" Magneto asked.
"You know you agree," Charles said. "You in that costume, me tied to a bed somewhere instead of a train track, helpless against anything you try to do to me." His eyes went a little glazed. "I'm getting hot just thinking about it."
"Hot with...fear?" Magneto asked dubiously.
"Of course," Charles said quickly. "Hot with fear. I bet there's a riding crop that goes with those boots and that hat, right?" Magneto blinked at him. "Um, and I'm terrified of it. Obviously."
"Well," Magneto said, frowning, "this train is taking an awful long time to get here."
"Excellent!" Charles said. "Let's go!" At Magneto's glare he added, "Um, I mean, oh no, I can't believe you're changing your plan and taking me hostage somewhere my students will never find me, at least not for a few days if they know what's good for them!"
And then they went off and Magneto tortured Charles for days in his secret lair. At least, that's how he explained the bruises and bite marks to his students when they finally found him.
The end.