A/N: So, I am sort of on an X-men kick right now. I decided to start this story. I do want it to be a Charles/ofc story, but I don't know if their relationship will quite get there by the end of this story. Who knows though, maybe it will happen.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or X-men: First Class or the characters. I only own my OC Kasia

How did my life turn out like this? As we are forced to walk in a crowd down the street, I look around at the people already working behind the gates. They look sickly, malnourished. They have no protection from the rain steadily pouring from the sky. Their clothes look like prison uniforms, and all of them were doing manual labor. On their wrists were tattooed numbers. When we were collected I was visiting with my best friend Erik and his family. I am trying to stay as close to my dear friend as possible, hoping that whatever happened we would have each other.

As we got closer to the large gate, they use to close off the street, the crowd started being grabbed and separated. Erik's mother was grabbed and pushed forward as she pushed Erik and I into an alcove.

"Mama!" He screamed. "Mama!" He tried to reach out for her, but she was pushed too far away from us to actually be able to reach her. Then Erik tried to run to her. I tried to follow him, but some soldiers grabbed me. Some other soldiers did the same thing to Erik as the gates closed. My friend kept fighting them as they started to carry him away. Suddenly I heard the screeching of metal. I looked at the gate and it had started to bend like someone was pulling it towards us.

The men that were carrying Erik were sliding in the mud. They were being pulled to the gate. Was Erik doing this? That's when I tried to get to Erik again. I tried to push my way out of the grip of the soldiers. That is when I felt some sort of wave pulse from my body. It knocked out the soldiers that had been restraining both Erik and I, but it also knocked out Erik. I ran over to my friend who was lying on the ground

"Erik, aufwachen (wake up)!" I said shaking him. "Auf- (Wa-)" That is when I felt something hit me in the back of the head, and I blacked out.

We woke up in a strange building. We immediately hugged, and we didn't let go until we were forced to. We were pushed down a hall and into an office. A man was standing at the window. The men that were escorting the both of us left the room and the man finally decided to speak after starting a record player.

"Verstehen Sie diese, Erik, Kasia ... Diese Nazis, ich mag sie nicht. Die Gene sind der Schlüssel, nicht wahr? Aber ihre Ziele? Blaue Augen? Blondes Haar? Erbärmlich. (Understand this, Erik, Kasia... These Nazis, I'm not like them. Genes are the key, yes? But their goals? Blue eyes? Blonde hair? Pathetic.)" The man says as he sits at the desk in front of us. He is an older man with a simple mustache and thin glasses. He takes the candy bar that was sitting on the surface of the desk. He opens it and takes a piece off, eating it. It sounds like he is enjoying it. He then slides the rest of the candy bar towards us. "Essen Sie die Schokolade. Das ist gut. Möchten Sie einige? (Eat the chocolate. It's good. Want some?)" We just looked at the chocolate. Personally I don't trust it.

"Ich möchte, dass meine zu sehen Mama (I want to see my Mama)." Erik voiced. I just wanted to go home, but I knew that there was no one there. The man took the candy bar back and looked at us for a second before he started to talk again.

"Die Gene sind der Schlüssel, um die Tür zu einem neuen Zeitalter, Erik aufschließt. Eine neue Zukunft für die Menschheit. Evolution. Du weißt worüber ich rede? Es ist eine einfache Sache, die ich von euch fragen. (Genes are the key that unlocks the door to a new age, Erik. A new future for mankind. Evolution. You know what I'm talking about? It's a simple thing I ask of you.)" The man then points to a coin that was placed on the desk. "Eine kleine Münze ist nichts im Vergleich zu einem großen Tor, oder einer Menschenmenge . Ist es? (A little coin is nothing compared to a big gate, or a crowd. Is it?)"

Erik is the first one to try and move the coin. He strains, but is unable to move it. The man then looks towards me. I close my eyes and try to picture the coin moving. When I open my eyes the man is smiling. It seems that what I pictured had actually happened. The coin had actually been propelled forward. It had gone past the doctor and embedded itself in the wall. My eyes were wide. How could that possibly happen? I turned to look at Erik and he looked just as surprised. Then he looked at the coin and tried to take it out of the wall.

"Ich habe versucht, Herr Doktor. Ich kann nicht ... ich weiß nicht ... Es ist unmöglich. (I tried, Herr Doctor. I can't... I don't... It's impossible.)" Erik said. He had tried twice to move the coin, and he could not.

"Das einzige, was ich für die Nazis sagen kann, ist ihre Methoden scheinen Ergebnisse zu erzielen. (The one thing I can say for the Nazis is their methods seem to produce results.)" This confused me. He seemed really disappointed. "Es tut mir leid, Erik. (I'm Sorry, Erik.)" What is going on? The man rung a bell that was on the desk, and after he put it down some soldiers came in with a woman. She was dressed in one of the uniforms from the concentration camp. Erik suddenly recognized her.

"Mama!" He said. The two hugged, but I had a very bad feeling about this situation.

"Mein Schatz. Wie geht es dir? Nein! (My darling. How are you? Nein!)" The soldiers pulled her away from Erik. I turned back to the doctor as he spoke again.

"Hier ist, was wir tun werden. Ich werde bis drei zählen... (Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to count to three...)" He opens up a drawer and pulls out a gun. My hands shot to my mouth. He pulls the coin from the wall and places it on the desk again. "... Und du gehst, um die Münze zu bewegen. Du hast nicht die Münze bewegen, ziehe ich den Auslöser. (...and you're going to move the coin. You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger.)" He pointed the gun at Erik's mother. "Verstehen? (Understand?)" Erik desperately tries to move the coin. "Eins (One)"

"Mama." Erik says as he turns to look at her. It is almost like she is trying to find some sort of help in her.

"Du kannst es schaffen. (You can do it.)" She says in support. Erik seems to concentrate more as he looks back at the coin.

"Zwei (Two)" The doctor seemed to get more impatient.

"Alles ist gut. (Everything is alright.)" Erik's mother says. I can see the fear on her face. If it is possible Erik concentrates more on the coin and trying to move it. "Alles ist gut, alles ist gut. (Everything is alright, everything is alright.)" Erik's mother keeps saying. The doctor finally got fed up with Erik.

"Drei (Three)" He pulls the trigger and Erik's mother falls dead to the floor. I look to Erik and I can see the emotions on his face. He turns to look at his mother then turns back to the man. His rage can't be contained. The metal bell folds into itself, and the doctor then seems very pleased. "Ja. Wunderbar. (Yes. Wonderful.)" Erik gets extremely mad at this mans joy and starts screaming as he destroys a filing cabinet. "Ausgezeichnet. (Excellent.)" The man seemed even more pleased.

Erik then turns to the two soldiers in the room. He crushes their helmets and their head along with them. Then the metal in the room next door started to move around. I looked to the doctor again and he looked like the happiest man on earth. When all the metal objects stopped moving Erik looked to the floor and started crying. I ran to console him. I rubbed his back and hugged him. The man comes over and puts a hand on his back.

"Herausragende, Erik. So entsperren wir Ihr Geschenk mit Wut. Wut und Schmerz. Du und ich... wir gehen zusammen eine Menge Spaß zu haben. (Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger. Anger and pain. You and me... we're going to have a lot of fun together.)" We walk into the room that was just destroyed by Erik. What is this man planning? It has got to be something big. The man gives Erik the coin, pats him on the shoulder, and walks away. He just leaves Erik and I standing there. Erik looks down to the coin that was sticking to the palm of his hand. What is to become of us?

Oxford, England 1962

It's been 18 years. Every day I try to forget what happened to me back then, but I am constantly reminded every time I look to my left wrist. 914783. My number haunts me every day. They never called us by our names, just our numbers, like we were animals. Most of us were slaughtered. The only reason I survived was because I had some sort of ability. I still have the scars from the strange tests and surgeries they performed on me. It had been the most terrifying time of my life. When the war ended about a year later Erik and I didn't know what to do with ourselves.

Our paths went separate ways about four years after the end of the war. He wanted to seek revenge on the doctor that tortured the both of us. I wanted to become a normal member of society. I just wanted to live my life, so I decided to go to school. With hard work and determination I was able to get accepted at Oxford University in England. I was enjoying the challenging classes, and I was doing really well. In most of my classes there was a constant.

Charles Xavier. On my first day of classes he sat beside me and asked if I was nervous. I told him I wasn't, and he seemed a bit surprised at my response. We don't hang out after classes, but we have met up at a café for study sessions. In the last few years, taking classes with Charles has been interesting. He is passionate about mutants and mutations. A lot of his studies revolve around what causes mutations. I learned from him that mutations are present in genetics. It's not an illness that you can cure.

Even though I am a mutant I didn't tell Charles about my mutation right away. I am able to hide my mutation because I have been able to control it. I guess I am lucky in that way. The only time I am not in control is when my emotions are high. It is much like Erik. Although, he always felt that he couldn't use his powers without high emotion. I have never told anyone about my time in the concentration camp, either. If I did tell people they would treat me differently, and ask me questions that I don't want to answer. Or, they would feel too awkward to talk to me again.

The first time I met Charles' sister Raven was at one of our study sessions. She seemed closed off, reserved, around me. But she quickly warmed up to me. I feel as though we could talk forever about nothing and everything. She makes me feel normal.

There was actually one time that Raven and I planned to go out, just the two of us. That was the day that we both told each other about our mutations. Her mutation is more visible than mine, but I liked her blue skin better than her disguise. She is the most beautiful living thing I have ever seen. She was surprised about mine, and she told me she was jealous that I could hide my mutation. I thought that was just nonsense. She also told me that Charles also has a mutation. Apparently he can read minds.

A few days after Raven and I told each other about our mutations Charles invited me to their apartment. The moment we walked in the door he started talking to me, but his lips weren't moving. I just smiled and shot a little pulse from my hand, just to push him back. I wanted him to know that I wasn't lying to Raven about my powers. He smiled and started asking me questions about when I found out about my mutation and I tried to be as vague as possible.

Now, we are sitting in a bar. The three of us had sat at a table, but Charles saw something that he liked sitting on a bar stool, and told us he was getting us drinks. Raven looked to me and rolled her eyes. We watched their conversation. I couldn't help but look at the woman that interested him so much. She was blonde, tall, long-legged, thin, and she was wearing a very flattering outfit. I then thought about my appearance. I was a brunette, a low average height of five foot one, my thighs were not super thin and neither are my hips or waistline, and I had to pick clothes that would cover all of my scars. I can't look as good as that woman. Wait, why am I suddenly concerned about my appearance?

I looked over to Raven. She was actually glaring at the two as they continued to talk about being 'mutant and proud'. She finally had enough. She pulled her purse onto her shoulder, and she grabbed my hand. We stood up from the table and walked over to them.

"I guess we have to buy our own drinks." Raven says getting Charles' attention.

"I'm sorry." He said. Then he turned to the bartender. "Two colas." The woman then turns to talk to us.

"Charles here was just telling me that I'm like one of the first sea creatures that grew legs." She then turned to look back at Charles.

"A tiny bit sexier." He says. They both giggle a little. "I'm sorry. This is my sister, Raven, and my friend and classmate, Kasia." Oh how I loved when he said my name. The girl shook the hands of both Raven and I, but I could tell that Raven didn't like this girl one bit. Through introductions we found out her name was Amy. What a plain name.

"And what do you study?" She directed that question towards Raven.

"Waitressing." She said plainly. The woman didn't seem very impressed. I looked up at Raven and saw that she had actually changed one of her eyes colors to a yellowish tint. I tried really hard not to react, but I almost burst out laughing. I knew what she was doing and I loved it.

"Oh look, you have heterochromia, too." Amy said. That got her to be a little more interested in Raven. Charles hadn't really been paying attention, so when he heard that he seemed a bit confused.

"Sorry, what?" He said looking towards Amy.

"Look at her eye." Charles finally looked over to Raven and could see the sternness rapidly appear on his face. He clears his throat.

"Right. Raven, get your coat, please." He paid for the drinks and him and Raven walked out of the bar. Amy followed the two of them with her miss-matched eyes. I noticed the bartender get a little closer. I smiled, I was in the right position to do this and not get caught. I shot a tiny pulse from my pointer finger, and the glass of brandy was pushed over the edge of the bar top. It got Amy's attention really quick. The alcohol had gone right down the front of her shirt. She looked up at the bartender in front of her with piercing eyes. She started yelling at the poor bartender, for spilling the drink on her, as I made my way out of the bar to catch up with Raven and Charles.

We went back to their apartment and Charles asked me to help him with his thesis. I sat on one of the cushioned chairs in the open living area, with an open book and a copy of Charles' thesis in my lap. As I read I would mark slight grammar mistakes, or that a section could use expanding on the information, or that information was being repeated. While Charles and I were working on his thesis, Raven was getting ready for bed. She was in her natural blue form, and she was wearing a white robe. She was brushing her teeth when she started breaking the silence.

"Mutant and proud." I smiled trying to concentrate on the information written in front of me. "Mutant and proud?" she said louder. The words that the woman had said must have affected her more than I first thought. I looked up at the bathroom door, then to Charles. He took a breath and sighed trying to concentrate. When Raven was done in the bathroom she walked out and stood to the side of Charles' desk. "Would you date me?" She asked.

"Of course I would." He said, not even looking up at her. "Any young man would be lucky to have you. You are stunning." I closed the book I had softly. I tried to focus on last minute things for his thesis paper as their serious conversation continued.

"Looking like this?" That question caught his attention.

"Like…What?" He said as he looked up at her. She just stared at him, waiting for his answer. "Blue?" Of course blue, what did you think she meant? Charles looked over to me with a glare. I guess I was thinking that loud enough for him to hear in his own head. I just looked back down at the paper with words that were formed into sentences. "You're my oldest friend." He finally answered.

"I'm your only friend." She shoots back at him.

"That's not true. Kasia is also my friend." I looked back up at him. He was looking at me. "Isn't that right?"

"Sure, I guess." I said blandly. Then he turned back to look at Raven.

"Well?" She asked. She wanted a real answer from him.

"I'm incapable of thinking of you that way." He tried to explain. "I feel responsible for you." He got up from his desk with another copy of his thesis paper. "Anything else would just feel wrong." He walked around his desk, in front of Raven, and settled on the couch.

"But what if you didn't know me?" She really wanted to know what he thought of her appearance, and that might end badly. Clearly he was not attracted to her. Why would he? They were like siblings.

"Unfortunately, I do know you. I don't know what's gotten into you lately." He says as he places his pen behind his ear and looked up at her. "You're awfully concerned with your looks." A pause starts as Charles looks back down at his copy of his thesis. Raven walks over and laid down on the couch so her back was slightly leaning on Charles. This made me smile.

"I'm sleepy. Will you read to me?" She says closing her eyes.

"I can't. I have my thesis coming up. I have to study." He said.

"Fine, read that. Your thesis always sends me right off." That would make sense. Even if you do know all the big terms that are used a thesis like this can be a bit boring. Charles looked at me before he started reading his thesis to her. As he read, I couldn't help but think about Erik. What is he doing right now? Is he alright? I hope he's not getting himself into trouble.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading. My work schedule is hectic, and I am trying to work on my other story, so please bare with me on the uploads. Hopefully I can upload another chapter for both of my stories soon.