Life is a bitch, and then one stabs you.

Title: The Bell's Toll (4/?)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  2645
Warnings:  Violence, fast pacing, eventual NC-17. So, uh, the usual for me, I suppose. 
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Nikkita AU inspired by this prompt. A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.      
Notes: Unbetaed, and stuff. Look, I don't even know, Charles is insane, this is probably my subconscious telling me to murder someone. I'm just... going to go along for the ride, because I feel like writing something fast and violent. But for those of you concerned, Erik is unlikely to ran into grievous bodily harm anytime soon at any point. 

Prologue

( “I’m made of sugar and melt in the rain. Injury, yes or no?” )

Title: The Bell's Toll (3/?)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  
Warnings:  Violence, fast pacing, eventual NC-17. So, uh, the usual for me, I suppose. 
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Nikkita AU inspired by this prompt. A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.      
Notes: Unbetaed, and stuff. So, this Charles just went from mildly dark and mostly annoyed to um. Something else. I don't even know. I'm sorry it took this long to update this, you know I usually try to update once a week, but RL is been... hell. 

Prologue

( "You have a problem with authority, Xavier." )

Chapter 4

Stealing this from delicatale, because I think it's such a wonderful idea. 

If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately 
be looking for a body in the coach. —Alfred Hitchcock

When I write a story, what do readers immediately look for?

Title: The Bell's Toll (prologue)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  
Warnings:  Violence, fast pacing, eventual NC-17. So, uh, the usual for me, I suppose. 
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Nikkita AU inspired by this prompt. A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.      
Notes: Unbetaed, and stuff. Uh, I suppose I should get a beta someday. OP, I hope it meets your expectations!
First chapter posted tomorrow, probably. 

( “I made you into this,” Erik said quietly. )
 Chapter 1

Title: Brief Lives (23/25)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  3506
Warnings:  Eh, my first incursion into NC-17. YE BE WARNED.
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Erik thinks he's going to seduce, interrogate and murder some nondescript CIA intelligence agent, and winds up biting more than he can chew. Charles is not keen on being murdered, he doesn't favor interrogations, and he's certainly not willing to be seduced. That he's not cooperating is midly put.   
Notes:  Unbetaed, and stuff. Eeep. I hope this isn't completely ridiculous and stupid and you think I whould never write sex again in my life. I'M SORRY. Oh. and it possibly ends on a rather disturbing note.


( “I got my own eyes wrong?” Erik is unimpressed.  )

Chapter 24

Title:  Thirty Pushes. Two Breaths.
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  2835
Warnings:  There's mentions of violence and nudity, I suppose?
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: For this prompt (I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I need to stop snooping around the pompts. But I got fired yesterday and now I'm depressed and I'm using the time to write, so.. just ignore me.)

A somewhat nice afternoon out turns into a nightmare when the boys are attacked and Charles is dumped into an icy river in the Russian winter. Erik gets the chance to return Charles' reckless kindness, and then some.

( Thirty pushes. Two breaths. )

Title: Brief Lives (21/25)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  3772
Warnings:  none for this chapter.
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Erik thinks he's going to seduce, interrogate and murder some nondescript CIA intelligence agent, and winds up biting more than he can chew. Charles is not keen on being murdered, he doesn't favor interrogations, and he's certainly not willing to be seduced. That he's not cooperating is midly put.   
Notes:  Unbetaed, and stuff. So, uh, I finished writing this story, so I'll be updating at the old rhythm again until the end. I can't believe I dragged this out to 25 chapters o.O

( “Da,” he says, voice thick with a honey-like accent. “They told me you got in a fight with a floor. And lost.”  )

Chapter 22

Title: Brief Lives (19/?)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  3858
Warnings:  none for this chapter.
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Erik thinks he's going to seduce, interrogate and murder some nondescript CIA intelligence agent, and winds up biting more than he can chew. Charles is not keen on being murdered, he doesn't favor interrogations, and he's certainly not willing to be seduced. That he's not cooperating is midly put.   
Notes:  Unbetaed, and stuff.
We're fast approaching the end of this story =) I'm just wrapping up the last of the plot points and we'll be done in, say, 4 or 5 more chapters, I think.

My LJ for other chapters. I'll start editing them now, including a link for the following one.

( Charles throws up mental shields so harshly and quickly that both he and Erik wince.  )

I just feel like putting something forth, because I can't really explain to my sister how I feel.

I want a job. Like, I really want a job, something that I don't absolutely fucking hate (like the brief soul-death of the Call Center I was in like, 10 months and nearly killed msyelf). I can't get a job because the world economy is a mess, so i though I could work as an English teacher for a while. I don't--I don't hate it, but it doesn't make me happy, the money's not good at all, and it demands a lot of time. I'm not satisfied. It's not enough.

And this is the problem, here. I mean... why isn't it ever enough? I don't imagine myelf working in an office for the rest of my life... I want to be a writer, I want to be free to travel and live my life at my own rhythm. Is that insane? I'm sick of people dictating how I'm supposed to live my life. I graduated college because my parents insisted, and now that I have the degree, it's good for absolutely nothing. I kind of feel robbed, with that. Conned. Wasn't a degree supposed to fix everything? What did I waste 4 years of my life to be one of the top averages of my graduation class for?

I'm 24. 'I don't hate it' and 'it doesn't make me fucking miserable' shouldn't be sufficiently satisfying ways to describe my life. I feel cheated. I wish the world stopped giving everyone ideas of how the life of a young, successful professional woman should be, because hello: your ideas are skewed and mistaken.

I feel--cheated. By the world. In general.

Now what I wonder is whether my feeling of not being satisfied is just a passing bad moment that I'm currently stuck in, or just... you know, a general permament state of existence. I want to be happy one day, I want to, you know, stop a second randomly at some point of the day and be able to say 'life is good. Right now, right here, I'm happy.'.

That's not what I feel right now, and it worries me.

Title: The Half Killed (1/2)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  2939
Warnings:  Angst, NC-17 for smut and violence.
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Atonement AU or crossover, rather.
Notes:  Unbetaed, and stuff. This is really heavy on the angst, so i don't know why I'm posting it on a Saturday *shrug* I thought I'd try out a new format, an non-linear, non-chronological story for a change. Let's see how it works out.

( Erik Lehnsherr goes to prison accused of a crime he didn’t commit—a crime he would never commit.  )