No Monster
You awoke again but to the faint sound of classical music, Mozart, you could recognise, as someone who enjoyed the genre yourself. But it wasn’t played for you, well, maybe it was to soothe your nerves if he cared enough. It was mostly played for him. He was near.
“So what’s your plan?” You spoke up, cutting to the chase.
“Rest well?” He replied, doing quite the opposite. Which didn’t seem much like him.
“What does that matter?”
“I suppose it doesn't." Then, the music stopped. And he came into view. "My plan... well, let me start with this. Do you know of a Jean Grey?" You did. And you knew he'd choke the truth out of you so there was no choice but to comply.
"Yeah."
"Then I'm sure you know she's very powerful. But, she is more powerful than you know." You raise a brow, wondering what he was eluding to with that. But he'd soon continue, "Charles, he... He's controlling her. Messed with her brain, as he always does, and barred her true potential." ...Is he gonna say what you think he's gonna say? Did he do the same to...
"Well, I don't remember him doing that to me."
"You wouldn't. She doesn't." You scramble for words.
"He wouldn't..."
"Oh but he would. And he probably has. That's what we're going to find out." He steps forward. "Now, I want you to go back in time as far as you can. Do you think you can do that for me, my dear?" You frown and nod, taking a deep breath and raising a hand, in the same sort of way he does when he's manipulating metal. Though, this takes you back in time, back in time to where Mozart was playing. And then, the same words,
"Rest w-"
"Well?" You startle him with his own words, his eyes narrowing before he looks almost in awe of your power.
"How long was it? An hour?"
"Not even. But you think I can?"
"Not think, I know you can." He pauses, "Is there a sense of... fatigue, after you do it? I feel the very same with mine, you know."
"Yeah." He frowns.
"Well, I'm no monster. I'll give you the required breaks. Oh, are you hungry?" What kind of kidnapper was he? No monster? He sure was described as a monster around campus. He... really didn't seem like one.
"Maybe." You murmur, and he beams. "Right, I'll cook something up for you. Feel free to have a look around." You found it odd that you weren't physically restricted, but you know the place was locked down, and if one of his minions failed to stop you then he would, and you knew how easy that would be. So you watched him leave. And stretched. Up until now you hadn't actually realised where you were sleeping. And it wasn't the cold floor of some kind of prison, it was a bed. Was this... his bed? Surely...
You looked to where he was standing. Would he really do that? Very unprofessional. But you get up. If this was his room it was very classy. Well, not if, there was a photograph on his nightstand of him and... was that the professor? Were they friends at one point? You had to wonder what exactly went wrong. For some reason, you felt bad snooping so you carried on to the outside of his room, and down the hall was...
"You..."
That blue... bitch. Her lips curved into a smile.
"Don't know Mr. Logan as well as you thought." She quipped, and you had to stop yourself because you knew she'd overpower you in no time. "Don't look so upset. Lucky for you, he likes you. And let's hope it stays that way." And with that, she was gone as soon as she came. You supposed getting on his good side wouldn't hurt. It would be the smart thing to do. And... maybe you were the most naïve person ever but it didn't seem so bad here. There must be a reason he has followers. His whole thing was hating humans and... you couldn't say you were very fond of them. Bullied by them in your past, you couldn't care much for them at all.
Your exploring had informed you that... this place was pretty cosy. There was a lobby, each member had their own room. Did you have your own room? Maybe not yet considering he'd put you in his own room. You were in his room. You still couldn't wrap your head around that. Magneto's room. The big bad. He had a record collection. The big bad had a record collection. Well, that wasn't so surprising. He was old. The music seemed old, classical music along the lines of what he had played earlier. You strolled into... the kitchen area. And there he was. He was humming. And levitating a pan to check if the fried egg was cooked enough.
"I-"
Your voice startles him and he almost drops the suspended pan.
"You- you startled me. You've found the kitchen. You like a good fry up, don't you?" You nod. It smelt nice. It was sort of silly seeing him use his powers to raise utensils instead of using it to cause mass destruction. A side to him you never thought he had. He puts the pan back down and lowers the heat. "Seems done. Take a seat, dear." Dear again. God, why was he being so sweet? Some sort of manipulation tactic? Well, it was kinda working. You sat down. A lot of things around here seemed to be made of metal, maybe it was easier for him since he could just open cupboards without even having to touch them. The plates were metal too, and one was being floated over steadily with all its contents on top.
"How do you just do that?" You let out, and he chuckles. "Oh, you'll learn to handle yours as well. It's taken me many years, as you can tell." You did sort of want to ask his age. Much older than you, that was for sure. As you tuck into your breakfast you almost forget that you're held captive here, forget how dangerous he was.