The mocking sunlight warmed Hanna's face as she walked hand-in-hand with her distant mother. Everyone around her was sick. Coughing, vomiting, and internal bleeding were what put many of others in the line which followed into the large brick building. Hanna had contracted a minor cough but she still posed a threat to the vital workforce. Spring had arrived late and the winter too harsh. The lucky ones were killed by the disease long ago. The young girl of fourteen looked towards what would be her, and her mother's, final resting place. The round smoke-stack towered far into the air, narrowing at the top. Black smoke was still flowing gracefully from the red chimney. A gruesome smell attacking the dying, forcing harsh coughs and sickly vomiting. The Nazi's were behind them now, no longer pushing them to go on; more interested that no one should turn back. Maybe if they weren't so weak, someone might have fought against the calm pace at which the line moved. But the ill Jews had already made their peace with G-d. Better to die now, than to live any longer as a slave.Hanna continued to hold her young mother's hand even though she did not pay her any attention. Her mother hadn't spoken a word since her father, brother and two younger sisters had died but that seemed so long ago in a different country, a different camp, so lucky they were. Hanna's mother had all but ignored her only surviving child, the hope gone from her eyes and the truth leaving large red stains on her cheek. The heavy iron door was sealed and locked once the small room was filled beyond capacity. Finally, panic took its hold. Humanity's last line of defence. Now, Hanna wished she could have joined in the fate of so many of her people. No matter how many times she would be whipped, it almost seemed better than to die in this dark, suffocating hole. A halo of light appeared above the warped human bodies, to those who were close they could see the black gas mask of the Nazi soldier, they didn't say anything, they just watched. As soon as the canister of tasteless gas was dropped, the tin box was plunged into darkness. No one screamed, no one had the chance too. The coughing engulfed the mass of flesh. Hanna lost her mother's hand but it didn't matter now, nothing did. As her lungs burned through her throat she heard the banging on the metal door, desperate souls still fighting for their lives. Hanna didn't bother, as her eyes melted, she closed what was left of them and fell, her tiny body convulsing and quivering in the darkness, she took her final poisoned breath, a sigh of relief. Then silence. Peace.

Ok So I know this looks like it has nothing to do with X-Men, but it will do soon, I just have to get some character base around my OC. Spoiler: Eric/OC xxxx