Disclaimer: I do not own X Men: Evolution, or if I did, I would have made damn sure that there would have been a fifth season. And that it would have been sizzling hot.
Author's Note: The following work is a serious of vingettes which explores why each character recieved the powers that they did. Hopefully, I may even present some original ideas. That would be kind of cool actually.
Eric
Metal. It was everywhere in the camp. The fences were metal, covered with treacherous barbs that would tear you apart if you attempted to pass them. The bunks were metal, and threatened its occupants with its coldness. The gas showers were metal, and if you were so chosen they would release their poison vapors and sent you chocking into death. The guns and their bullets were metal. Judging by the screams, Eric wondered if perhaps that was the most dangerous metal of all. Metal was everywhere. At times, he wondered if he breathed metal.
As he now helped himself to some of the gruel offered to him by one of the more elderly gentlemen, who had taken it upon himself to look after the young boy, Eric came to a startling conclusion.
Metal never hurt the Nazis. It always hurt the Jews.
As he ate his meal, ignoring the awful taste on his tongue, and forcing it down his mouth; Eric pondered over this startling revelation. Since the moment he got here, he had watched as several friends and family members had been betrayed by the cool smooth metal of the many death devices in the camp. Eric wondered what the guards had done to win over Metal's affections. Had they sold their souls to the devil to gain its alliance? Or was it something else?
Later on, as the days continued to draw by slowly like sand in hourglasses, the Metal continued capture a fresh load of victims, which it quickly sent into an eternal slumber always heralded by a chorus of screams. As he watched the destruction, Eric found himself wishing more and more that metal was his friend. For if it were his friend than neither he nor his loved ones could ever be hurt.
Magneto