From the moment they had heard on the news, live footage appearing on the television screen in the mansion living room, Pietro knew he had to go and at least try to save his father. Now they weren't close, but he wasn't about to lose his father, not again. Crystal didn't know him that much either, but he was a big part of Luna's life and she would hate to see anything bad happen to her grandfather. They made a plan, they would attempt to save him from whatever supernatural being was trying to harm him. The only problem, was Luna.
She wasn't supposed to come along for this trip, not this time. She couldn't help herself from being at least mildly curious. Before her mom and had had sped off, Luna grabbed a hold of her dad and she had traveled with them to where Erik and this Archangel were battling. Pietro had turned, realizing that Luna had latched onto him before they arrived. Looking to Crystal before he looked down to Luna. "What the hell are you doing here, Luna? This is not a safe place for you to be!" He wasn't trying to yell at her, but you could hear the concerned father tone in his voice. "Crys, get her out of here now!"
Crystal grabbed her daughter and they had rushed to get her away from the battle. Getting inside the building, Luna watched the metal pieces flying, punches being thrown. Her big brown eyes were already swelling her eyes, this was one of the most frightening thing she had seen her Grandfather go through. She could see how he felt. His aura kept changing colors, but at the same time, she could feel everything he felt. They had an empathic connection, much as Charles did with Erik. She may have been young, but she knew what was going to happen. This was a fight that he wouldn't win.
Luna slammed her fists down on the glass on the door from which she watched. Sobbing uncontrollably, Luna tried so hard to get his attention. "Grandpa! Don't do this! Please! Don't leave me! I need you!" Her voice was breaking after she had cried out to him. Crystal did her best to try and comfort her daughter, but what happened next was a lot worse than anyone could have anticipated.
Before Pietro could even have a chance to get to his dad, the Archangel had stabbed Erik in the chest, which at the same time, Luna felt it as well. Her scream was loud and piercing, crying out for her grandfather and fell to the ground. Crystal holding her in her arms to try and comfort her, her own tears falling, knowing what this meant for all of them.
Pietro watched as the Archangel disappeared and he rushed to his father's side. Watching him take his last breath, falling to his knees, broken.
Children Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane, Nina Gurzsky ( deceased )
Comments After the loss of his wife and daughter, Erik lost a piece of his heart. One that he buried over the years. Never thought that he would ever love again, until he met Charles. Being near him, spending time with him. No matter how much they were different from each other, he always found his way back to Charles. He filled the hole in his heart that he had been missing for so long.
between rage and serenity
You're a psychic. You could convince me to do anything.
I've been at the mercy of men just following orders.
You want society to accept you, but you can't even accept yourself.
1944 World War II, Auschwitz concentration camp. Erik was born into a Jewish family from Dusseldorf. During this time, lightning filled the sky, the rain poured down heavily upon them. There were hundreds of people, families falling in line to what would come as either to provide forced labor or to await mass execution. Young Erik walked through the mud. Hearing it's noise and the water from the rain sinking in through his shoes. His feet were cold, then again in this kind of weather, every part of him was cold. He knew better not to say anything. The ones in control of this facility were not a forgiving kind.
They reached a point into the concentration camp where they began separating everyone. Erik's mother was beside him the entire time. Trying to keep him calm and let him know that everything would be alright. Little did he know, all of that would change. Before he knew what was happening, two of the men grabbed his mother, separating the two. The others held him back, Erik screaming and yelling for his mother. Arm extended to try and reach her, but it didn't work. He was in pain, anger. He was upset that they would try to keep her away from him. Not even a few moments later, through his suffering, he had bent the gates to the facility. A fierce blow to the head from the butt end of the rifle connected to his face and he fell to the ground. Barely conscious, he laid there on the muddy ground, his cheek busted open.
The next day, Erik was being escorted inside the main building. A man behind a desk. He'd never seen him before, but something about him seemed off. Wondering if this had something to do with what happened the day before. Dr. Klaus Schmidt was the name he had told Erik before he had offered him a chocolate. Hesitant to take it, he did. After eating it, he was asked to move a Reichsmark coin sitting on the desk. As much as Erik tried to move it, he was unable to do it. The man saw this and had one of guards bring in Erik's mother. Disappointed at the fact that he was unable to move it, he pointed a gun at his mother and gave him until the count of three to move it. As nervous as Erik was, it just couldn't be done. After the count of three, the gun went off, the ring of the shot in his ears as he had saw his mother fall lifeless to the ground. Erik's magnetism killed two SS troopers and destroyed an entire lab room in a fit of grief and rage. Finally seeing the key to unlocking his abilities, the man was pleased.
Over an undisclosed length of time, Shaw had begun to torture and experiment on Erik attempting to further his magnetism. Thus, leaving Erik's body covered in scars from the torture. Following the end of World War II in 1945 and his liberation from Auschwitz, Erik attempts to find Shaw and exact vengeance, murdering other surviving Nazis connected to Shaw along the way. In 1949, Erik emigrates to America where he saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time, thinking it to be the herald of America as the land of tolerance and peace. Erik becomes disillusioned with this fictitious image of America and returns to Europe to pursue his goal of hunting down Sebastian Shaw.
Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster. And I'm looking for my creator.
Shaw, us, they won't differentiate. They'll fear us. And that fear will turn to hatred.
"Is this all of it?" Erik asked. He held the folder in his hands, opening it to see what his next target was. Inside, pictures of the terrorist organization known as HYDRA. He'd hear different things from others about what they did and how they needed to be stopped. Inside, there were pictures of experiments, secret bases, how much damage they've inflicted. Seeing the symbol of the Nazis had him frustrated. He slammed the folder down on the table and stormed off, knowing what he had to do.
This wasn't something that Erik felt he had to tell Charles what he was about to do. He would more than likely freeze him in place and convince him to stay, but he couldn't. Part of him was needing to get out the rage that he thought he had buried a long time ago. He would make HYDRA remember who he was, he would shake the very ground they walked upon, make them fear his name, those that survived anyways.
The chest that held his helmet had been pulled out from underneath the bed, he opened it. Peeling back the fabric that covered it, he took the helmet in his hands. Staring at it for a few moments. Remembering just how he obtained it in the first place. He wouldn't dwell on that memory, he had work to do. Putting it on over his head, he then stood, turning to leave Genosha to find the first location of the base he would find them at.
Three days later, 2:47 A.M. Undisclosed Location somewhere in France:
Erik had torn through several of bases already. After the first hit, he knew word would get around that he was coming for them all. Exactly what he wanted. Every single base was left with one person left alive to tell what had happened all they all said the same thing. "They call him Magento." Most of the bases they created around the world had a metal casing inside it, which led him to take it and incinerate it to nothing.
He wasn't untouchable however, some of the agents that walked the halls did get a shot in or two, leaving his face battered and bruised, but he would march forward. Using every piece of metal he came into contact with. Blocking the bullets from the constant gunfire, using the sharp ends to pierce into their necks, metal chains to strangle them with. What happened next, he didn't anticipate.
While he was distracted fighting off two of their soldiers, one had came up behind him, injecting him with a needle that would make him cease any and all activity in him, making him more compliant. Erik could see his vision blur, his legs felt weak as he fell to his knees. Turning slightly to see what happened, he felt the hard punch to his face, knocking him out completely.
When he came to, he had realized he was on an operating table, strapped down, unable to move. Whatever they injected him with was causing his powers to not work as they should. He couldn't see who it was doing this, but swore he would kill them once he had gotten free. "I want to know how he was able to destroy half of my base of operations. I want to know just what makes him special." The voice made his skin crawl as it echoed through his mind. Erik could hear the sounds of tools, them extracting his blood. Knowing fully well that he was being experimented on again. The feeling of the cold metal of the scalpel on his body, trying his hardest to control the pain, but he wasn't able to. He'd scream out, but at the same time Erik knew he was alone and no one could hear him scream.
You're my love, my life, The air that I breathe. You're my soul, my happiness, The all that I need. You're my light, my dark, The stars in the sky. You're my ups, my downs, The reason I try. You're my strength, my weakness, The love from the start. You're my heartache, my pain, The beat of my heart You're my tears, my joy, The love that you bring. You're my world, my galaxy, You're my everything.
Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be ok if I opened my heart? Would it be ok if I took on the part Of being your man and showed you a view, One that only a real man could do? Would it be ok if I could make you smile? Would it be ok if I held you awhile? Would it be ok if I kissed your face? Would it be ok if I were to replace All the people in your past that just wouldn't do And vow to be faithful and always be true? Would it be alright to look in your eyes? Would it be alright to never tell lies? Would it be alright to find a way? Would it be alright to long for the day To pull you close and whisper in your ear And tell you our feelings are nothing to fear? Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? To tell you there's nothing I'd rather do Than spend my whole life loving only you...
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes— Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might’st him yet recover!
//Greetings are usually so awkward so I will keep this as brief as possible.Thank you so much for the add/request. My character is open to all verses, if I have some knowledge of the verse you like then I will happily throw her in. Preferred verses however are Action based,Espionage,Military,Supernatural (show and/or themes) Discussions are great but so are random starters and banter. Don't be a stranger,I hope to hear from you soon. ~Writer for HellCat Aka Julia
When two people have as much history together as Charles had with Erik, it was hard to pinpoint everything. As frustrating of a man as he was, Charles thought of Erik as a brother. No matter how many times they butted heads, Charles would always go out of his way to defend him. With everything that he'd been through, Charles couldn't slight Erik for the way that he felt against the human race. He thinks that if things had been different for him, he might have the same feelings. They even one another out. Erik is his yang. Even if he does wish to kill him himself sometimes, he truly wouldn't know what he would do if Erik wasn't in his life in some form.