Hey! I decided to update again! Thanks to those of you who have reviewed and to those of you who put me on story alerts… Anyway… on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form own anyone but Tziporah Setz.

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FRANCE: 1962:

Erik Lensherr lay on a hotel bed in only his robe, twirling a Nazi coin through his fingers, the metal never touching his skin. Before him on the wall was a collage of pictures. A crudely drawn man commanded his attention. Dr. Schmidt. The demon of his child hood: the man responsible for his and his little sisters suffering.

A vine made its way up the bed, encircling his wrist and bringing to his attention to his only family left in the world. As she stepped into the light, the scars on Tziporah Setz-Lensherr were in vast relief. His fist clenched at the memory of a sweet innocent little girl being taken into a sterile room, and coming back to him in tears of pain and humiliation.

Zippy sat down on the bed next to him, leaning into his side with an inaudible sigh. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, and the other started running through her fire colored and vine filled hair.

"I know where we need to go." He whispered as Zippy tilted her head questioningly at him.

"We're so close to vengeance Zippy, so close!"

A smile reached the young woman's lips as she hugged him.

Ever since their liberation, Erik and Zippy had not been apart from each other for more than a few hours. Zippy was always there as Erik's silent pillar of support, holding his hand and using her powers to gather information. She would do anything for Erik, and he would do anything for her. Erik was over-protective to the max, which explained why a lot of men who as much as looked at his precious little sister were found later castrated.

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Erik's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he took a bar of Nazi gold and placed it on the manager's desk. As Erik spoke to the man, Tziporah noticed the man's hand inching its way to the button on his desk.

The man shrieked as vines appeared from nowhere, binding him to his desk.

"Thank you, Zippy." Said Erik with a fond smile, which she returned.

"Now then, where is Schmidt?"

"I do not know! I do not!"

"That's too bad…" and suddenly, the man's filling was being extracted painfully from his mouth, courtesy of Erik.

"Argentina! Schmidt is in Argentina!" screamed the man, but it was too late and his filling was gone.

"Thank you for your assistance!" said Erik cheerily as Tziporah smiled benignly at him.

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ARGENTINA: 1962:

Inside a chateau in Argentina, Erik and Tziporah ordered beer, watching two men from the corner of their eyes.

"German beer?" questioned Erik as the bar tender placed the drinks down.

"Of course, it is the best!"

"I am from Germany, and so is my dear sister!" cried Erik in mock enthusiasm.

Tziporah could practically see the cogs in the men's minds whirling. Both Erik and she looked old enough to have had parents in the war.

"Really? So are we! I myself was a pig-farmer!" said one with a laugh, as though thinking of some great joke.

"I was a tailor there!" said the other man, laughing as well, "What were your parent's names?"

"They didn't have names. They were taken from the by pig-farmers and tailors!" said Erik, exposing his arm. Zippy laid her arm out on the table, her tattooed number surrounded be jagged scars.

All three men (the bartender included) got the message. Erik summoned the gun that the bartender had tried to pull on them, and shot the man. Zippy smiled sweetly as roots and vines surged up from the floor and wrapped around the remaining to men.

"Where is Schmidt!"

"Miami! On his boat! Please don't kill us!" screamed one man, pissing his pants in the process.

"I won't kill you," said Erik gently, "but you didn't ask her." He motioned towards Zippy who was watching the proceedings with avid interest. One sharp nod later from Erik, and the two Nazis were strangled and pulled apart by the plants that had held them.

"Miami it is then, my dear sister."

The two walked out, hands held together; seemingly oblivious to the carnage they left behind.

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MIAMI: 1962:

Barely visible, two figures dressed in wetsuits crept through dark waters. They quietly climbed aboard a ship, anticipation thrumming through their bodies.

The silence was broken by Erik's voice.

"Hello, Herr Doctor."

A man who looked barely in his thirties looked up, shock coating his features before a blinding smile appeared.

"Little Erik Lensherr! My how you've grown! And little Tziporah, to!"

Erik ran blindly towards the object of his hatred, only to be stopped by a horrible sound filling his head.

"Now, now, none of that!" said Schmidt, or Sebastian Shaw, as he was now called, before he knocked both Erik and Tziporah off of the boat.

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Onboard a CIA boat, Professor Charles Xavier's eyes widened as heavy metal chains and some type of plant rose from the water and began destroying the boat Sebastian Shaw occupied. Searching out with his mind, Charles found two mutants in the water and four mutants in the boat. The ones in the water were the ones who were causing the fantastical show before him, while the ones in the boat were running away into a submarine.

Even with the combined efforts of the two mutants in the water, the submarine containing Shaw and his associates could not be stopped. The two in the water would not give up, though, and he feared that they would drown themselves before admitting defeat.

Without a second thought, Charles dove into the water and swam to the first person he sensed. It was a man, whom, he discovered, was named Erik Lensherr. The other mutant was a woman named Tziporah Setz-Lensherr, the adopted sibling of the man he was latched onto.

Clear your mind, my friend! You cannot stop Shaw's submarine, do not die for Nothing! Shouted Charles into the man's mind, Do not make your sister drown because of your own stubbornness!

At that, Charles felt the man acquiesce and grab his sisters hand, dragging her to the surface with them.

Once on board the boat, the three of them sat gasping for air.

"Charles Xavier: Telepath. Nice to meet you." Said Charles when he had finally managed to get his breath back.

"Erik Lensherr: Able to control all metal. You as well." Said Erik.

Tziporah leaned against her brother and held out her hand for Charles to shake, elbowing Erik to introduce her.

"And, of course, my sister, Tziporah, who cannot speak. She can control all earth related things, I guess."

Three mutants sat together, looking for all the world as drowned rats, and laughed.

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Hope you liked it. I wasn't too sure on some of the dialog, but I hope that I got the point across.

Please, please, please, read and review!

Jude.