Author Ramblings: Hi this baby just attacked me during school. I'm in a special class about the Holocaust so I thought I'd write something about it. It's not very good but whatever. Edited: I just recently reread this and realized how bad it was so I figured I'd fix it. No accent.
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Her head throbbed. She blurrily blinked her eyes open and began to examine her surroundings. She was in a bare metal room with no doors, windows, and upon closer examination no cameras. She then sat up and the room spun. A problem presented itself. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She lay down on her stomach and pulled her knees to her chest. She moved her hands from behind her back forward and sat up to look at the handcuffs. There was no weak points, no locks; it seemed like her hands were encased in a block of metal. Her feet were unbound though, strange.
She felt a jolt. Like on a plane and it's time for landing. A ten-foot hole opened in one of the metal walls. And in stepped the Master of Magnetism himself. He had coal-black circles under his bloodshot eyes. His hair looked unwashed and uncombed. All together he looked more like a bum you'd find on a street corner then the feared Magneto.
"Hello my child. How have you been? Sleeping well I hope." He rubbed his temples as he said this.
Rogue scowled and stuck her chin out. "I'd rather have you trying to kill me and screeching about your latest evil plan." Beneath her angry words and proud, fearless show a reel of images played.
A boy: happy with family, scared when soldiers come, frightened when he sees the camps, in pain when he gets his tattoo, desperate when he is separated from his parents, and numb after that. Then all the torture, experiments, pain, and fear.
Breaking her from her flashback, Magnus exited the metal room. Rogue followed. What she saw took her breath away. The mud, the gates, the ruts were just like she remembered them. She was in the place that haunted her dreams for months. The camp.
The Brotherhood and Acolytes were standing by. Pietro was lazily examining his nails, "I-still-don't-know-why-you-brought-us-and her-out-here." He looked up and gulped. The twin glares Magneto and the Rogue were sending the silver speedster could kill.
They both walked to the twisted gate at the entrance. This was where he was separated from his parents and also where he used his power for the first time. They walked on to the bunkers were the inmates were shoved like sardines. Their final destination was the final destination for so many others. Both clutched at their left arms. One limb had a number tattooed on it; the other, the owner was convinced, should.
Rogue looked at Erik, "So remind me, what do yah want to do to the humans?"