Attack of the random drabble

[katikat]

I drabble, therefore I am! Unbeta'd Beta'd now.

Shaw's helmet...

Shaw's mutants...

And now Shaw's operation...

All his and Erik feels like he's erasing Shaw... Schmidt... from existence.

He'll take over everything, every plan already set in place and improve it, use it... nothing will be wasted. He hated Shaw, but his methods bore fruit.

Picking up the topmost file on Shaw's antique oak desk, the one labeled Seer, he opens it and...

Barely makes it to the trashcan before he throws up, lightheaded, stomach churning with dread and revulsion. Because there, in the file...

Xavier, Charles Francis...

Telepath...

Methods of enhancement... pain... sensory deprivation...

Methods of elimination...

Erik keeps throwing up, fearing he might never stop.

Okay, to squeeze THAT into a drabble? Yeesh! Don't try that at home, kids O.o