Here is a new story, and just to let people know it is going to be switching in between Anya's and Magneto's point of view; and this time, I am only giving Anya one power, because I found it really hard with my last stories to have her use so many. This is also going to have Lorna, because I actually found a use for her this time.
A fire, it was a fire that started it all. His hatred toward humans and the way he treats his children was all because of a fire, a fire that never should have happened. It took the life of the one shining star in his life. His daughter was his whole life. He loved her, and there was nothing that could replace her. He missed everything about her, her smile, her hair, and the way that she would come downstairs in the morning. The worst thing that he ever had to do was bury her small body. He knew that he would never see his wife again; she left him because of what he had become. He finally felt like the monsters in the stories he told his daughter. Now he felt like he did something to betray her. He watched her fall from her room; and when he got to her, he found her in the rose bush, not moving with her eyes closed. It was finally too much for him, to see his daughter dies. So he took it upon himself to extract his revenge; killing every one who would not save her. After everyone was dead, the man once known as Erik Lensherr was no more; and the mutant known as Magneto was born.
She wasn't dead. She was still alive underneath the ground. She felt him pour the dirt on her body and leave. She also felt the tears that he cried for her, but where was mommy. Why didn't mommy help her when she was trapped? She didn't mean to start the fire; how did she know it was going to become real? She was dreaming of a fire when it happened. Her room was suddenly in flames and no one was helping her. She tried to get away from it, but is spread too quickly for her to make it out of the door. She knew that the only way out would be her window; the only bad thing was that she didn't know if she would be able to open it. Within two seconds, the fire itself broke the window. She knew it was dangerous, but it was a chance that she would have to take if she wanted to stay alive. She could barely breathe when she made it to the window. The smoke was just too much for her. It was then that she fell. She was going to jump, but she collapsed and fell; her landing was a fortunate one, what with the rose bush being there. She felt arms around her, knowing they were her father's. She never saw her father's tears, but she felt them. She tried to tell him she was ok, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. The next moments were a blur. All she heard were people screaming, crunching of leaves, and her father saying "I love you," after that it was silence, and weight on her small body. Then she clawed her way up and found out that she was alone, alone and in the dark. Not knowing where she was going, she started walking. Hopefully the young child, known as Anya Lensherr, would find the help that she desperately needed.
Here you go and please tell me what you think. I would really appreciate it.