So this is my first X-men fanfic, I've had the thought in my head for a while and just now got around to writing it. R&R, reviews are greatly appreciated!


Prologue: Poland 1944

A young girl followed the crowds through the dreary, fence lined walk way. She clutched onto her mothers hand as the rain fell around them, sending up splashes of water with every drop. The hardened dirt slowly turned to a sticky mud as time progressed, and she looked around her surroundings. Men with guns stood at every corner, barbed wire lined the fence, and people were crying. On the other side of the fence were people wearing worn striped pajamas.

She clutched onto her mother in a panic and armed men came and began to drag her away. She cried out and tried to claw her way back to her mother, but the 5 year old was easily outnumbered. She was pushed into a boy, a few years older than her- probably 10 or 11.

He moved her forward and began to call out as the men shoved them back.

"Mama!" He screamed and The girl joined in.

"Mama!" They both echoed, and the little girls mother began to reach for her daughter.

"Have Mercy! Please! My daughter, my only daughter!" Her mother cried, struggling against the soldiers.

"Mama!" The girl cried again, but the soldiers began to drag her and the other boy away.

"Mama!" The boy screamed and reached out, clawing for the fence.

"Mama..." the girl croaked out, her arms and legs tingling.

Then many things happened at once. The sounds of metal bending and creaking filled the air like a scream, and the little girl suddenly flickered out of sight. The soldiers shouted, trying to control the boy who could bend metal and the girl who vanished into thin air.

"Mama!" She screamed, horrified and unable to comprehend her mutation.

"She's too young! She doesn't understand!" Her mother began to run for her, and a sudden, loud shot rang out.

"Mama?" The little girl asked, and though no one could see her, her face contorted into one of horror and fear.

Her mother lay without moving, a pool of crimson flowing from her head.

The little girl flickered in and out of sight, her mutation affected by her raging emotions.

The fence was bent towards her, the metal molded into A new form. The soldiers took advantage of the girls confusion and lunged for her while she was still visible.

"Mama!" She cried, but a tiny part of her knew her mother was never going to come back.

She was shoved into a small room with the boy, and she cowered in the corner.

His face was a mask of anger, but his eyes betrayed his fear.

The little girl sniffed and the boy's head snapped towards her, as if finally realizing she was there.

He approached her cautiously, taking note of how her fingers began to disappear.

He stopped and held out his hand.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly and the girl brushed her hair out of her face.

"Where's my mama?" She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and the boy knelt down.

"She had to leave. My name is Erik. I'm going to take care of you, I promise," He nodded encouragingly and the girl thought for a moment.

"Why did she leave?" The girl frowned and Erik sighed.

"The bad men took her. But she is safe now. What is your name?" Erik asked and the young girl took a step closer to him.

"My name is Eliana."

Erik smiled at Eliana and held out his hand again. She took it warily and he nodded as he stood up.

"Well Eliana, you're safe too. And I promise, no one will ever hurt you again."


The little girl was drug in some many weeks later by two armed guards. Her hair fell in front of her face in dirty brown strand.

The girl was sent into the room with a shove, the soldier gripping her arms tighter and causing her to cry out in pain.

She turned and saw Erik's mother looking at her with worry as Erik swung around with a terrified look on his face, his eyes flicking between his mother and Eliana.

"Here's what we're going to do," the man called Shaw leaned forward. "I'm going to count to three...," he opened the drawer to one of his desks and pulled out a gun, "and you're going to move the coin. You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger." Shaw pointed the gun at Erik's mother, "First in her, and then in her," he swung the gun so that Eliana could see down the barrel. Her eyes widening in fright.

Erik's eyes widened and a fearful look covered his face.

He thrusted his hands out and scrunched his eyes together, his fingers grasping at air.

"One." Shaw sighed.

"Mama," Erik turned and looked at his mother hopelessly.

"You can do it," his mother urged. The little girl nodded as well.

"Two," Shaw growled impatiently.

Erik tried again and glanced back at his mother in fear.

"Everything is alright," she encouraged and Erik concentrated even harder and cried out, the coin not moving at all.

"Three," Shaw raised his arm and fired a single shot, his mother falling to the ground. Eliana let out a cry and struggled to get free of the soldiers, flickering in and out of sight.

Erik's face contorts in fury and pain as a small metal bell on Shaw's desk was crushed, bending and crushing in on itself.

"Yes, wonderful!" Shaw praised and Erik turned toward him, panting.

Eliana jumped as the filing cabinet in front of her began to bend and crumple.

"Wonderful!"

Erik thrusted his hands out, screaming in emotional agony as all the metal in the room had begun to shake, tables lifted in the air. The soldiers next to the girl cried out as their helmets began the crush their skulls, killing them swiftly. Erik dropped his hands, taking deep heat hung breaths as tears streamed down his face.

"Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger. Anger and pain. You and me... we're going to have a lot of fun together," Shaw stood up and placed the metal coin in Erik's hand. "And yours little Eliana, through fear and shock," Shaw patted her cheek and exited the room, a mad smile prominent on his face.