Sister Dearest
What if Erik, much like Charles, gained a 'little sister' through his life of torture and experimentation? Would she be able to change the events at the end of the day? Change the future as it were? We'll have to wait and see.
Annabelle was five when the soldiers came to her home and took her and her family away.
Annabelle was five when her and her parents were separated, and little did she know at that time that it would be forever.
Annabelle was five when she was taken away from the other kids by soldiers once again.
Annabelle was five when she met Sebastian Shaw.
And Annabelle was five when her life started to not become her own anymore.
Of course, since Annabelle was five she never truly understood this concept, nor the concept that she was truly different. She never understood that she was different from the millions of other people that surrounded her every day, different in the most spectacular way.
She was a mutant, a genuine, genetically enhanced and mutated individual.
Her story starts in a small village on the outskirts of Berlin, Germany. The name and exact location really isn't all that important to her story. What is important is the day she discovered her knack for performing the extraordinary.
Flashback
"Mommy! Mommy look what I found!" Annabelle giggled softly as she walked over to her Mother who was kneeling by the small, very poorly grown tomato garden. The plants were all wilting pitifully, and most of the tomatoes hardly looked edible anymore, but ever since the war had started it was hard to come by any food whatsoever for her and her family. As Annabelle's Mother would tell her they would have to 'simply make do' and do their best 'not to complain about what little God was able to spare for them daily'. Annabelle really wasn't sure who 'God' was, but she knew she was a little irked that he was making her eat rotten vegetables and mouldy bread for dinner almost every night. Even more so did she find she didn't care for this 'God' character when her parents usually went without so her and her five siblings could eat.
"What did you find, darling?" The elderly women whose deep chocolate curls matched that of her youngest daughter's, though Annabelle had her Father's freckles and deep green eyes. She smiled more as the little girl ran up to her, her spindly legs carrying her as far as she could before showing her a cupped hand. The older women looked down intently, before letting out a very undignified shriek of surprise as when the little girl's hands opened a loud 'CROAK' could be heard and a giant, warty toad leaped out at her, landing safely on the grass between them. She looked wide eyed to her daughter, who was doubled over in laughter, looking quite proud of herself as the older woman couldn't help a small, slightly amused smile.
"Are you trying to give your dear Mother a heart attack?" She laughed some as she shook her head, before sitting down on the grass and wrapping her arms around her daughter's waist, pulling her down into her lap then.
"No, I love you too much to do that Mommy." The little girl in her lap answered sweetly as she grinned up at her, a toothy, bright smile. "Besides, I've got something else to show you that I did." She added lightly as she furrowed her eyebrows then, looking back towards the pitiful plants in front of them. "I really don't like vegetables Mommy." She sighed some as she looked back up to her then.
"I know you don't baby girl, but we've got to eat something." Her Mother murmured down to her softly as she kissed the top of her head sweetly, sighing some. "Soon, darling, soon the war will be over and your Father can open his business back up and we'll celebrate with a big, huge, giant cake, how does that sound, my love?" She asked lightly as she grinned down at her daughter who squealed in enthusiasm and clapped her hands together, nodding rapidly.
"I'd really, really like that Mommy!" Annabelle grinned, before looking back to the plants as she furrowed her eyebrows once more. "Now, can I show you what I did before?" She asked lightly then as she looked to her Mom in question, waiting for permission. She grinned as her Mother nodded and gently shifted out of her Mother's lap, crawling on her hands and knees to the small garden area and the wilting plants. "Why won't these grow right Mommy?" She asked then as she frowned, looking back to her Mom.
Annabelle's Mother tilted her head some in question hearing her daughter, before frowning a bit in curiosity while watching her. "I suppose because we haven't had enough sun to help them go, darling." She murmured softly then. "Why do you ask?"
Annabelle's face lit up in excitement then as she heard her Mother. "I think I can help them grow!" She responded enthusiastically as she knelt by the plants, holding her tiny hands out, her thin fingers reaching for the plants. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she looked up, seeing the sun just barely peeking out from behind some dark clouds, but it was enough for her to feel the warmth on her skin. She concentrated on the warmth, closing her eyes as she thought about the warmth soaking into her body, feeling it pulsing through her veins as it started in her chest and slowly moved outwards to her legs and arms. She closed her eyes tighter, concentrating all the harder before she thought about mentally pushing that warmth she had gained from the sun, from her both through her finger tips. Her tiny body shook with the effort of trafficking the energy she had absorbed from the sun to her arms, her fingers shaking as she soon felt the warmth explode through her mental exit point. She could see the flash of light through her eyelids; it was strong and felt like it last for a long time before she slowly felt the warmth leave her completely, her body shaking from the cold it left behind. She groaned some then, her little body going limp as she stayed on her knees, slowly opening her eyes and grinned widely seeing the plants in front of her looking vibrant and full of life. "SEE! SEE! I DID IT MOMMY!" Annabelle cried out proudly, turning to her Mother who had a look of utter disbelief, shock...and even some fear in her eyes.
"Mommy? Did I do something wrong?" Annabelle frowned some as she crawled back over to her Mom, back into her lap then and looked up to her with her big, innocent green eyes.
"Annabelle...I-" Her Mother gasped some, hearing angry shouting coming from the house, holding her daughter tighter to her before they both jumped hearing a couple shots ring through the air.
Then, out of the house stepped to storm troopers, and before Annabelle could realize it she was being ripped away from her Mother viciously, her little hands trying desperately to reach out for her. They were taking her away for being bad, for doing what she had just done, she knew it.
"MOMMY! MOMMY! NO! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY! I PROMISE! I PROMISE I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE! JUST PLEASE MOMMY!" Annabelle screamed, sobbed, pleaded as she was taken away from her Mother.
From her life.
But, towards her destiny.
End Flashback
Annabelle sighed softly as her hands lightly ran along the plastic bars of her cubicle, walking around the small cell over and over as she frowned more, looking around. She sighed once again then, in boredom as she moved around to sit down on her bed, her tiny hands clasping the edges as she swung her tiny legs back and forth. When was anybody going to talk to her? Why couldn't she go outside and play?
Annabelle jumped as the door to the room swung open suddenly and she watched as a boy was dragged through by a couple soldiers and thrown into the cell next to her's, one made of plastic as well. She watched on wide eyed then as she moved back as far as she could from the door of her cell, glaring at the guards but not saying a word, not wanting to get into more trouble. She chewed on her lip, waiting for the guards to go before slowly walking over to the side of the cell that was next to the other boy's. He looked older than her, but of course she couldn't tell just how old. She would guess he was ten, at least, if not older. He was skinny, much like she was too, but he had a kind face that made her want to talk to him. Then again, being a five year old you end up being more trusting than you ought to be.
"H...Hello?" Annabelle slowly stuttered out as she walked over, wrapping her tiny hands around the plastic bars of her cell as she pressed her face into the space between, trying to get a good look at the boy. She frowned some when he didn't respond to her and simply moved over to his bed, sitting down and starring down at his hands. "I said hello?" She tried again, sighing softly in frustration when she got no answer from the boy once more. "You know, it's rude to ignore people." She pointed out, something her Mother had always told her. "Where are your manners?" She added as she pouted some, placing her fists on her hips as she watched the boy. It was then that he slowly looked up and over to her, looking her over and sighing.
"Hi." He murmured back shortly as he frowned more, noticing how young the girl looked. What was a kid, a baby, like her doing in a place like this? Did Shaw take her as well? Was she different like him?
"I'm Annabelle." Annabelle smiled when he finally responded, doing a rather unsteady curtsey. "What's your name?" She asked lightly then as she placed her hands back on the bars, watching the boy intently then.
"My name is Erik." Erik answered plainly as he watched the girl, slowly standing up and walking over to the side of the cell she was on, placing his own hands on the same bars, higher up than her's. "What are you doing here?" He frowned some as he watched the young girl.
"I...I don't know, they took me away from my Mommy after I...I did something I shouldn't have." Annabelle frowned deeply as she looked down to her feet. "I made light, and that's when they found us and took us away." She added as she bit hard at her lower lip then, her jaw trembling, threatening with sobs. Erik could see this as he felt his heart going out for the girl for some reason. She was just so tiny, she looked so defenceless.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm here...I'll take care of you." Erik murmured softly to her as he reached through, gently gripping her chin to get her to look up to him. "I'll take care of you but you have to promise me no crying." He sighed some as he frowned a bit while watching the girl nod, doing her best to stop the tears that were rolling down her hollowed cheeks.
"You'll be my friend?" Annabelle asked softly then as she looked up to Erik, her big, watery green eyes begging him, pleading him to say yes. It was here on in that he knew he'd never be able to tell the younger girl he would come to see as a little sister no.
"Yes, Annabelle...I'll be your friend. I'll protect you."
Okay, I know this chapter is short, but I kinda just wanted to get it out there to see who likes the idea and who doesn't. I don't know who I'm going to stick with my OC as a romantic type thing, I'm just kinda hoping it'll unravel in the story, and with other's opinions. So please, please, please review? I don't know to continue this story unless people tell me that I should continue it!
Thanks a million for your support!
