Magneto: Nazi Hunter

So I have decided to write a story about Magneto after seeing how much of a badass he is in the X-men: First Class movie. I am mostly going by the background for Magneto that the films have established rather than the comics. This is wildly different from the comic storyline. I have changed the timeline a little bit to better suit my purposes. And by the end it should be quite different from First Class, but within the same universe. The title of the story pretty much says it all. This is my first draft of the first chapter so I may or may not come back and tweak it a bit. Hopefully someone enjoys it. I do not own any of the X-men characters.

1937, Sachsenhausen, a Nazi concentration camp.

His heart felt as though it were threating to beat out of his chest. His feet pounded the pavement, but he no longer cared because he was so close to his goal. The dark, oppressive clouds hung low in the sky heightening his sense of containment. Everything around him was dark, black, gray, even the rain as it started to pour down from the skies as he rounded the corner. Above the sound of his heart and the driving rain he heard screams and yells. But were they the screams from the various horrors taking place around him? Or was his luck running out? That is if he had any left. And after his encounter with Dr. Klaus Schmidt, Erik Lehnscherr didn't think that was likely.

The only light visible to him in that Godless place was the faint glint off of the gates that still seemed miles ahead of him. He had to do it this time, he had to. His tears mingled with the rain as he remembered an incident just a few hours before in which he told himself the same thing. I have to do this, I have to do this. But the coin with the Nazi insignia would not rise. He desperately tried to channel the same rage he felt after the death of his mother. He was still too far from the gate. He quickly looked behind him and saw that no one was on his tail yet, though judging by the sounds they were drawing ever closer. He still had a few valuable moments. Then he turned around and felt quite literally as though he had hit a brick wall.

He fell backwards into a muddy puddle. He looked at the reflection on the surface because he was too terrified to look up at the person who was now suddenly grabbing him by the collar and shoving him into a dark doorway.

"Don't move, don't say anything. Make sure to keep in the shadows."

Thirteen year old Erik had a quick glimpse of a young woman with long blonde hair. She had one blue eye and one green eye. Her appearance communicated warmth and the white dress she was wearing seemed, impossible in a place like this, innocent.

"Don't be afraid." The sound of pounding boots and doom grew ever closer, until he could feel the vibrations under his feet as he huddled in the corner. He gazed at the woman in front of him and wondered if she was an angel; maybe there was a God. And then suddenly her skin rippled outward, almost like scales, and the angel he had run into had suddenly been replaced by his nightmare. An imposing man in Nazi regalia stood before him. The man's belly hung over his belt and his moustache twitched as he looked at the boy and held a finger up to his lips. Erik shook with terror, but was able to maintain his promise of remaining silent.

The Nazi who had been his angel stepped out into the street and, judging by the following conversation, had met with a soldier.

"Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler!"

Erik didn't closely follow the conversation, partly because he was terrified of what might be coming next. It seemed that the woman who had morphed into the Nazi was effectively impersonating a General. Time felt as if it was passing very slowly for Erik as he waited in fear. But it was only a matter of minutes before the General dismissed the soldier and walked back to Erik.

"Here," the General said in his gruff voice (nothing like the girl) as he handed Erik a Walther P38 handgun. "And…" the General shook a ring of keys in Erik's face the sound of which echoed in the small space of the doorway. "I've got him looking for you in the opposite direction which should buy us enough time to walk over and open the gate. Although it would be very neat to see you crush another one of those," the General winked. Erik's eyes widened. "Yeah, I saw you bend that gate when you were separated from your parents. They tried to tell everyone that the gate had simply given way. But you and I know the truth." The General then grabbed Erik, ripping him from his shadowy haven and brought him out into the open.

The General/his angel leaned down and whispered into Erik's ear. "If we run into trouble then…I guess we're fucked." Erik's heart caught in his throat as they jogged/ran to the gate. It took only a moment to find the right key and for the gate to open. Erik couldn't believe he was about to escape this hellhole. He had thought he would never make it out alive.

"Hey!" Only a few feet from them, previously out of sight, was a Nazi guard. "What the…" then a light dawned in the guard's eye as he reached for his gun and fired. Suddenly everything came into clear focus for Erik. He could almost see the three bullets that were coming at him. He could feel the energy in the air as he let his instincts take over. Erik raised his arms and suddenly the bullets dropped inches from himself and his companion. It was a slightly different feeling from when he had manipulated the gate. It was as though he had conjured up a magical barrier between himself and his enemy.

And then the world started to spin again at breakneck speed. The General flew past Erik knocking the guard's gun away. The General grabbed the guard's head and smashed it repeatedly against the stone wall until blood and brain matter were smeared everywhere. The General then nonchalantly reached down and tucked the guard's gun into his belt.

"Who are you?" Erik whispered the words as he looked in horror and admiration at the mysterious General.

For a split second the General morphed into a blue, scaly skinned woman with short red hair before morphing back. He held out his hand to Erik, "For now I'm a mystery, no different really than you. Now let's go."

Erik hesitated for only a moment before seizing the angel/general/blue woman's hand.