In a world still struggling to fight mutant segregation, Charles and Erik have made it pretty far. High school sweethearts in the middle of getting both of their respective college degrees while working (as best Charles can as a part-time dispatcher for 911, given that its hard enough to find a job as a mutant, let alone a paraplegic) Erik and Charles are happy with each other.
Until the day that they come across a group of boys no older than themselves who are convinced that homosexual mutants are the scum of the earth. Erik scares them off easily enough, but Charles is left unsettled by the images he saw in their mind of his and Erik’s cruel deaths played out in various ways.
Things to back to normal for a few more days, until Charles is on his way home from work, taking the city bus (saves on gas, after all!) and he finds himself attacked by the same boys from earlier that week.
Erik, sitting in class, starts to feel uneasy when Charles fails to text him and let him know that he’s gotten home alright. Its something they do - just to make sure the other is safe - and he calls Charles not ten minutes after and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Erik knows this is abnormal. Charles charges his phone every day and he never, NEVER shuts it off.
Erik’s gut feeling starts to get worse and worse as the minutes drag on, until he calls up Moira, who works with Charles, and asks if he left to go home. He has, and he’s not home, and Erik tells her about the boys from earlier that week and how Charles had never felt very comfortable after their run-in.
Erik tells her what the car looks like, as well as the license plate numbers that he remembers.
He’s heading home not fifteen minutes later when Moira calls and says that they were seen leaving the nearby cemetery and Erik’s gut drops as the words, “I’ll bury you,” come back to him in startling clarity.
He tells Moira this, even as he’s already clambering off of the bus near their apartment and running for his car.
Erik shows up at the cemetery to see two squad cars there, waiting for him. That’s when he hears Charles’ voice, weak and tired and frightened, inside of his head.
Erik, Erik - oh god - Erik, can you hear me?
Now, its only a matter of finding the right grave in the next half hour and digging Charles out before he asphyxiates.