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Okay, so, the first three lines that Erik, or Magneto, says at the beginning are taken from the comic "Magneto testament" , which follows the live of Max (Erik) in the time of 1935-1945. It is a really sad but great comic, which also shows his horrible time in the camps. You should read it, because it basically is history,and history is always important..

Next update, (probably) next week :)

I watched thousands of men,women and children walk to their death.

I saw thousands of murdered people burning in giant outdoor pits.

I have seen at least a quater of million dead human beings with my own eyes...and I couldn't save a single one..

I swore to myself; I will never let this happen again.

And that I won't.

This time I will stop them before it is too late.

Chapter 2

The light of the bus was too garish for his sensitive eyes, and every jolt that the bus made was sending a new wave of pain through his body. His head was leaned against the cool window and he was trying to breath properly.

Just two other human sat with him in the bus, though no one looked at him. Even the bus driver hadn't said anything.

Charles knew why.

It was the M above his right eye; the M that the men had carved into his skin. He shuddered, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to get rid of the horrible memory.

"Shut up, mutie!" the man hissed as he pressed him against the wall.

He tried to breath, but the hand against his throat crushed his airway. The knife cut into his skin, and he heard himself whimper because of the hot pain. Blood ran down and over his right eye, coloring his vision red.

He had been taken once already, his body aching; this was just a short pause for him, if you could call this pause... He had been crying badly because of what had happened to him mere minutes before, but now he wasn't even strong enough to continue the crying.

"What are you doing there?" The voice of a young women cut through the air, and the men turned to the young lady, who stood at the entrance of the alley.

Oh god, please help me!, was all that he could think of, but he was not strong enough to send her the plea.

"He is a mutant!" the black-haired man next to Charles snarled "He deserves this! It's his punishment for being alive!"

Charles heart turned cold, and he began to shiver violently. He couldn't cry, but if he could he would.

The women stared at the men, and for one split second Charles believed she would call the police and help him, but then she simply turned around, pretending to have seen nothing. Just because he was mutant.

He would have taken his car, but he was afraid he was not strong enough to drive it. So that was why he sat here,in the bus, driving together with humans which ignored his presence.

If there wouldn't be an M over his eyes, if they would not know that he was a mutant, would they help him?

Where does this racism come from?

Charles could not understand it.

He could not understand how people, humans, could hurt someone just because he or she was slightly different than others.

Weren't mutations supposed to be groovy? Aren't you supposed to be proud of being a mutant?

What had gone wrong?

Was it the fault of the mutants, or the humans?

Was it someone's fault at all?

Would there always be violence among them?

Charles had no answer to those questions.

For the first time he had no answer..

He could not tell how late it was as the bus arrived at the sation which was near the mansion. They had taken his watch.

He could barely walk, so he limped down the small path, swaying dangerously. Every step did hurt, and he was not able to think of something else than the pain in his body and soul. His mind was still blank, dizzy, and the small, clear, part of his mind told him that he was still under shock.

When would the shock wear off? And, what would he do then?

Maybe, if he would be in his right mind, he would be afraid and ashamed of facing the others, but at the moment all he wanted to do was to curl up in his bed. He never wanted to face anyone again.

His mind was surprisingly calm and quiet.. He couldn't hear any voices.

It was the silence he was afraid of. It had never been quiet inside his head, and now he couldn't even hear his own inner voice.

His head was pounding,probably a concussion.

He couldn't tell how long he limped, but he could tell that he had to vomit twice, and that he had to make at least five pauses to get his air back into his lungs, which ached with every was a pitch black night, and the street lamps were dim, barely spending any light. There were no lights at the sides of path which lead to the mansion, and only the light of the kitchen window lead him the way back.

The last meters towards the main door were the worst. He felt like turning around and running away, hiding somewhere were no one would find him, even not Raven, and also not Erik. His hand trembled badly as he searched for the key in the pocket of his coat. He hoped that everyone was already in bed. He did not want to handle with them right now. God, what would they thing of him?..

Somehow he managed to get the key into the lock, and he also managed to open the door quietly with his left hand. He stumbled into the dimly lit corridor. Now he had to get up into his room, then he would finally be alone..

"Charles?" Ravens voice called from the kitchen. "Is that you?" Of course it was him, who else could it be?

He could hear her footsteps approaching, she would see him, she would, she would, she couldn't.. What would she think? He stood there, couldn't move; he was like frozen. His hand clutched the doorhandle for support, his breath quickened slightly.

"Where have you been for so long? I thought you've wanted to be home at 11 o'clock!" her voice was cheerful, but slightly angry. She had probably been waiting for him all the time, because she always did. She never could sleep probably if he wasn't in the mansion.

He wished she wouldn't come around the corner, but she did. And her cheerful face turned into a shocked grimace.

"H-Hey R-Raven.." he stammered, his voice hoarse and weak because of the screaming "I..I think I d-don't feel w-well." That was when his legs gave way under him.

Raven's desperate scream could be heard through the whole mansion...

...Erik had been waiting for Charles to call, but the call never came.

He had tried to contact him, but it was as if the line was dead.

Erik was someone who wasn't easily worried, especially not about his boyfriend who was one of the strongest mutants, but he could not help himself; this time he was worried. Maybe it was because he could not reach him, or maybe it was because of the weird feeling that he had in his stomach.

He sat in his room, gazing out of the window, and waited. And waited, and waited..

He had been sure that Charles would soon arrive, as he always did.

But he didn't..

Charles Francis Xavier never comes too late.

But he did.

And the time went by, and then it was half past eleven, then it was twelve, and then it was quarter past one..

If he would be later, why didn't he call him then? Charles was someone who would never let them wait, who would tell them anything, never letting them worry..

Something must be wrong..

It was almost two am and he was half asleep as he was jolted awake by Raven's scream of anguish. He immediately knew that something was not right.

He ran along the dark corridor, jumping down the stairs, almost stumbling over his own feet. "What is the ma-" he began to ask, but stopped as he reached to end of the stairs.

He would have expected anything; anything but what he saw now.

His hands dropped down to his side, his stare was blank as he stared at the scene in front of him. He felt his throat go dry, and his heart clenched painfully. "Oh mein Gott.." was all he managed to breath. "Oh mein Gott..Das kann nicht wahr sein.."

The blood was too red against the pale skin and the white of Charles' shirt, dripping down on to the dark wooden floor. They were kneeling on the floor, Raven clutching her brother in a tight embrace, sobbing, while Charles was painfully quiet, staring ahead with a blank expression in his usually so bright blue eyes. He looked half dead, almost like a corpse..

There was so much blood.. Erik could not see much of Charles, because of the dim light of the corridor, but what he saw looked horrible enough. He was shocked, so shocked that he could just stand there and stare.

"What's the matter here?" Alex and Sean came down the stairs, followed by Hank. The teenager stopped behind Erik on the stairs, staring down at Raven and Charles.

Sean pressed his hand against his mouth, maybe because he didn't want to scream out loud, maybe because he was sick. Alex just stared, his eyes wide in shock, while Hank rushed past them.

Weird, how calm and collected the blue furred boy seemed while the others were totally shocked... "He needs to go to the hospital, immediately!"

Erik shook his head to clear his mind. "Are you mad?" He rushed next to Raven, who was still clutching her brother. Charles was still conscious, but not responsive. "A hospital, full of humans? Humans, who did THIS to him!"

Raven sobbed as he said that, and Hank just stared at him in disbelief "Erik, we have to do what's the best for him! We cannot keep him here! He is half dead, for god's sake! He needs medical treatment, now!"

"Fine!" Erik hissed, carefully taking Raven by her shoulders, his voice calm as he said, "Raven, dear, you have to let him go now. " Raven shook her head, sobbing even more and shaking badly "N-No!" she hiccuped, tears streaming down her face while she clutched Charles tightly. "Raven.." Erik leaned towards her "I can understand you, but you have to let go of him. We have to help him, and we won't be able to help him if you continue to clutch him here on the floor."

Raven stayed there for several more minutes, then she let go of Charles, who nearly sagged forward, but was held by Erik. Charles' breath hitched as Erik bent towards him and picked him up from the floor, carefully, as if he was made of glass. Erik could feel him shudder against him, his breath shallow and his skin, hot with an upcoming fever, sticky with blood.

Erik did not look down on Charles as he walked up the stairs past Sean and Alex, because the metal-bender was sure he wouldn't be able to carry on if he saw the blood smeared face of Charles.

"Erik what are you doing?" Hank asked "That's not the way to a hospital, we-"

Erik turned his head to Hank, his eyes cold as he answered with a steady voice "I know! But as I told you, I will never let him be touched by any human again!"

"How can you be sure that this was a human?" Hank glared at him, and Erik nearly laughed out as he answered with a bitter voice "Because-" he said "-no mutant would harm another mutant without a reason. "

"This makes no sense! Everyone could have done this!"

Erik just turned back and walked up the stairs; he would not discuss with Hank now, not when Charles was needing help. Charles head was resting against his chest, and his pale , blood-stained left hand clutched the fabric Erik's turtleneck tightly. He was wheezing, his breath rattling and heavy.

"E-Erik!" Raven stood up and stumbled to the stairs "Hank is right! He needs professional help! Please, Erik, I ..I don't want him to die!" She was hysterical, hyperventilating.

Erik stopped again, and this time Charles let out a small whimper of pain. "I know.." he mumbled "But I won't take him to a hospital. " he turned to Raven and Hank. "Okay; you two, call a doctor, the family doctor, whatever! Someone shall come here, because I won't let him be taken anywhere."

One human would be okay. One human to save Charles' life..

I will watch over him, he thought, his lips firmly pressed together as he continued his way to Charles' room. I've lost everything once, and I will not let it happen again. I won't let them destroy my, our, life. We don't deserve this kind of treatment.

Charles was awfully quiet, even the always present touch of his mind was gone, and just suppressed whimpers and pained coughs could be heard. The grip on Erik's turtleneck was firm, his hand trembling in a desperate grasp.

Charles was not crying.

Erik wasn't even sure of he was aware of his surroundings.

He opened the door to Charles' room with the flick of his wrist, then he walked towards the big double bed and carefully placed Charles down on it. Immediately Charles curled up into a ball, lying on the big bed while his blood seeped through his clothes and the sheets.

Erik walked back to the light switch, and for one moment he was hesitating because he knew he wouldn't want to see what he was about to see. But, he had to, because he had to help Charles.

He turned on the light and slowly turned around to the bed. His breath stopped and his jaw clenched tightly as he saw what he never had wanted to see. His hand came up against his face,running over it, and he felt sick.

"Oh Gott, Charles.."

He was near crying, and it took all his will power not to cry. He could not cry now, because Charles was needing him. He would cry later.

The metal-bender walked up to the bed, carefully sitting down on it. Charles flinched slightly, turning away from Erik while his body shivered violently.

It broke Erik's heart, to see his friend, his love, like this, and he felt close to vomiting. "It's alright now, Charles.." he said, his voice broken because he was so close to tears. "It's alright now, it's alright. Don't worry, we'll help you."

The best would be to take a look at the wounds to clean them up. A bath would probably be good, for the start..

And that was when Erik began to undress Charles, all the while talking to him, soothing words, trying to calm him down. Charles, however, wasn't aware of any word he said. He just shivered, his breath comming out in small puffs, his left hand grabbing Erik's turtleneck again, as if he was afraid that Erik would go and leave him alone.

The wounds were horrible.

There was no part of his milky-whit skin unharmed. Deep cuts and scratches, dark bruises and broken bones.. At some point, Erik stopped counting. And there was so much blood.. Charles chin and mouth was full of it, his forehead as well,his white shirt was almost complete soaked red and the left leg of Charles' brown trousers was red with blood as well.

It made Erik sad and angry.

There was, however, one thing that made him more angry anything else.

The M above Charles' right eye.

Humans.

It had been humans, because only humans were capable to do something sick like this.

It starts with the marking..M for mutant, for everyone to see..

"Shh..." he mumbled as he carried Charles to the bathroom of his room. His own clothes were full of Charles' blood by now. "Shhh, it's alright, it's going to be alright.."

Charles didn't refuse as Erik put him into the warm water, neither did he say anything as Erik began to wash away the blood from his body. He could barely hold himself upright and had to be kept upright by Erik.

Soon the water of the tub was pink.

Charles skin was hot with a fever, his eyes glassy and half-lidded, and his hair wavy hair stuck to his forhead. Erik winced as he saw one of Charles' ribs, which had slightly pierced through the broken skin. He also noticed that Charles' right hand looked worse, as well as his left shin; heavily bruised bulges could be seen, and Erik assumed that the bones under the skin were badly broken, if not even shattered completly.

The telepath was still under shock, not realising what had happened, else he would cry badly now, at least because of the pain, because that was what everyone would do in his condition, even the great telepath Charles Xavier. But, he probably was too dazed to be aware of the pain.

Erik stroke away the blood-soaked strand of hair, pulling it carefully behind Charles ear, running his thumb over the hot cheek. "Es tut mir so leid, Charles.." he whispered "That should not have happened. This should have never happened.."

He pressed his forehead against Charles' shoulder, breathing in his scent. Normally, Charles smelled of fresh tea, of old books and a hint of cinnamon, but this time this scent was covered by the smell of blood.

It made him sick, this all made him sick..

Erik leaned back "I am going to get you out of the tub now,okay?" Charles did not answer, he didn't even look at him. All he did was staring ahead, his normally so beautiful warm eyes were dull and glassy, without a hint of life in them.

Like a doll.

Like something that had been broken.

This was when Erik realized that it was true; they had borken him. They had broken the only man who could have been able to bring together the mutants and the humankind.

And, Erik feared, that neither he nor someone else would ever be able to fix what had been broken.

"Erik?" Seans small voice could be heard outside the bathroom door. "The doctor is here..Hank told me to tell you that you shall bring Charles into the lab."

They had come faster than he had expected. At least something good.

The lab..That would probably mean that they had to operate him. But, what else had he had expected? Those wounds and fractures were worse than he had imagined..

"Okay.." he answered, his voice broken. "I'll bring him down.." He could hear Sean clearing his throat, but the boy said nothing and wandered back down to the others.

What were they thinking now; the teenagers, who were probably too shocked to realise what had happened to their professor and friend?Were they afraid, or simply too shocked to feel anything? Were they angry? Sad?

Erik took the towel, lifting Charles out of the tub and began to dry him off. All the while Charles made no sound. Sometimes he did whimper,but he did not scream as he accidentally brushed against his broken rib, and he did not moan. He just flinched, staring ahead with his half-lidded, dull eyes, his lips slightly parted because he couldn't breathe properly through his broken nose.

"They will help you now, Charles.." Erik told him as he dressed Charles in a nightshirt and boxer shorts. He didn't want to carry Charles down nacked, even if they would probably undress him again anyway, to examine him. "Don't worry, the pain will be over soon...Shh..."

There was already new blood seeping through the light blue nightshirt...Damn it..

Erik hurried down the hallway, down the stairs, all the way trying to be as gentle as possible. Charles head lolled back and forth, and the lids of his eyes fluttered. He was close to loosing consciousness, his breath weak and erratic, his left hand trying to get hold of Erik's turtleneck, but his grip was not strong enough.

He was pale, paler than usually, the shadows under his eyes a dark contrast to the deathly pale skin, his normally oh so red lips were almost colorless. His breathing was more of a heavy rattle and his body was limp in Erik's arms.

He had lost an amount of blood, and Erik desperately hoped that Charles would make it.

"Don't worry, Charles, don't worry.." Erik mumbled over and over again. It was meant to soothe Charles, but in fact he also said it to soothe himself..Because, maybe, if he said it out loud and often enough, he would believe it.

Raven watched him with tears in her eyes as he hurried past her down to the lab. Alex and Sean held open the doors, and Hank helped him to put Charles on to the steel table.

First it seemed as if Charles tried to grab the fabric of Erik's turtleneck tighter, not wanting to let go of him, probably because he did not want to end up alone again, now that Erik had been by his side all the time. His glassy eyes met Erik, wide with panic.

But, he let go of Erik then, too weak to hold on any longer.

"It's okay now, Erik." Hank said, grabbing his arm as Erik refused to leave Charles side. The two human doctors already began to put him under anesthesia. "Please wait outside now. We will take care of him."

He knew that Hank was right, and his gaze wandered to the two doctors. "Don't worry, Erik." Hank said, as he led him out of the lab "He..He will be okay again." Though, the blue furred mutant didn't sound convinced of his own words. Hank.. The boy was so strong in this situation, acting like an adult. The metal-bender had to admit that he admired this calmness.

Erik didn't want to leave Charles side, never again, but he knew that this was the best he could do now. He had done everything he was able to do, now it was up to Hank and the doctors to save Charles.

"Take a break, and try to sleep." Hank said as he turned around to Erik, who stood in front of the lab now "I..can't promise anything, but we will do our best." Then he gave him a small, hopefull smile.

The lab doors closed in front of Erik's eyes, and all he could do afterwards was waiting. He stood there for several minutes, just staring at the steel doors, until he finally managed to walk down the corridor.

He reached the main hall and was met by the stare of the teenagers. Sean and Alex sat together on the end stairs, both pale and silent, while Raven stood at the window, shivering, though she was not crying anymore. Her hands were balled into fists, and Erik could imagine how she felt, because he felt the same way.. The teenagers looked at him, their eyes wide and their faces stern.

They wanted him to say something, to ease the situation, but he couldn't. It would only have been a lie to tell them that he was sure that Charles would be alright again, because he wasn't.

He was as helpless now as them.

Maybe he should say something, and he opened his mouth, but he felt sick, and he was sure no word would leave his mouth, so he closed his mouth and silently walked up the stairs.

Yes, maybe he should have said something, but he had nothing to say. They all knew why it had happened, they had seen the M above Charles eyes as well.

Erik's hand trembled as he opened the door to the next best bathroom. He felt so close to throwing up, just his willpower kept him from doing so. He splashed cool water into his face, then he grabbed the porcelain sink in a tight grib and stared at his mirror image. He was pale, his hair slightly ruffled, his turtleneck littered with dark streaks and spots of blood; Charles blood.

This was when he couldn't hold it back anymore; he had seen a lot of horrible things, something that others would never be able to imagine, but this made him sick to the stomach..This was another horrible act of human violence.. Erik's hand came up to his forehead as he closed his eyes and began to cry silently. Maybe this was why he hadn't stayed with the kids; because he didn't want them to see him crying..

Why of all people it had to be Charles?

He had done nothing wrong, he had always tried to be gentle and kind, he would never harm another being..

Why Charles?

He hadn't deserved it, he truly hadn't deserved it..

Erik couldn't remember how long he had stayed in the small bathroom, crying his heart out. He could, however, remember the long time of waiting and his fear of losing Charles, the possibility that his love could die..

He felt utterly desperate.

He hadn't felt so useless and desperate since he had been a child...

Alles wird gut..., he thought, as he stared at his mirror image, which was illuminated by the light above the small cabinet. Maybe, if he were a child, he would pray to god, but his faith in god had faded long time ago.

If there was a god, would he allow such things to happen?

Or was this only a task, made by 'him', that had to be solved?

Maybe the whole life was a task that had to be solved?

Or was it fate?

Was there something like fate anyway?

Erik could not answers those questions..

And so all he could do was wait, hoping that Charles would not die.

He was even too worried to be angry at the humans.

The anger would come later.