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Alike Minds {Charles X Child!Reader} Part One

"Mama? Where are we going?" I pulled on my mother's dress as we ran from what she called 'the bad guys.'

We were in the misty streets of London, and I was scared of everything. I always have been, since I was a little kid, jumping at almost anything and everything. I was only 6 years old, but I was still quite strong.

"Somewhere safe, baby." She told me, obviously very scared herself as I struggled to keep up with her long legs.

"You're going too fast for me!" I yelled at her, starting to loose a grip on her hand.

"Something's coming for us." She mumbled as I started to cry, tears flowing down my face and onto my tattered dress.

I sob and lose my grip as her still running without me, which made me fall to my knees, sad that I was completely abandoned by my own mother.

"Mama!" I called out, scared and alone as a gunshot was heard, and a body thudded on the concrete.

I ran over to where I heard the gunshot and gasped, seeing the body of my beloved mother lying dead, with blood all around her.

I cried out, my sobs increasing as I tried my hardest to revive her, but it was all in vain.

I sobbed over her body for days in that alley, all while seeing things that weren't really there. It freaked me out, and I hated it.

I was seeing fragments of things that weren't in front of me, hands, mirrors of people that weren't me, beautiful buildings, people, everything. It was like I was seeing things through other people's eyes.

I had run out of tears when I saw an alley that looked incredibly familiar, it was the alley that I was in. I turned around, completely scared of who it was.

"Who are you?!" I asked the shadowy figure, fear laced in my voice.

They stepped out of the light and I noticed that it was a man with chocolate brown hair and a kind smile.

"It's alright, darling. I'm not here to hurt you." He said in a calming British accent, which was not unusual in London.

"W-why are you here then?" I frowned at him, wanting to know his answer as I stepped away from him and closer to my deceased mother.

"I'm here to help." He told me simply, couching down to my 8-year old size.

"Please don't hurt me." I close my eyes in fear, not sure if I could trust anybody after what happened with my mother.

"I will never hurt you, Y/n." He smiled reassuringly as I stared at him, my eyes wide in fear. "I promise."

"How do you know my name?" I asked fearfully, tears welling up in my eyes from fear.

"Well, I'm like you, I'm a mutant, and you're a mutant." He explained as I walked towards him, a little confused. "Mutants are people who are different from normal people, we have powers." He smiled as I walked even closer to him, my mother completely leaving my young mind. "I'm a mind reader, I can read your thoughts, that's how I knew your name."

I smiled for the first time in days. "That's so cool! Can I do that?" I come even closer, only a few feet away from him.

"I'm not sure, but if you come with me, we can find out what your powers are." He kept on smiling and I felt like I could trust him.

"I'll come with you, b-but what am I supposed to do about my mother?" I ask, looking back at my dead mother.

"What would you like to do with her, my dear?" He asked sweetly, putting his hand on my shoulder.