Brothers And I {An X-Men Fanfiction OC}

One

"Where to now?" I ask my brother as I lay my back on the uncomfortable bed.

Erik shoots me a tired look before he grabs his suitcase and walks towards the door. "Are you coming or not?"

I sigh dramatically and quickly snatched my coat off from the hanger. "Alright, alright." 

He rolls his eyes at me as I drag my feet along behind him. "Keep up Erika. I'll leave you behind if I have to." I quickened my pace and took my spot next to him. The hat on his head flew off and positioned itself on mine. 

"What? I think it's quite stylish." I tell him when he looks at me. "And also, I know you wouldn't do that."

"I know." He says as he gives me a small smile. "We're here."

~

"Possession of that gold is illegal," The man in the navy blue suit says in French. "I should inform the police." 

"Let's not play this game." Erik told him. 

"Where did you get it?" He asks as he stares straight at Erik.

"A friend," my brother simply replies. "He recommend your bank most highly."

The man looks at me before he replied. "I see. Do you know our terms, sir?"

"Yes," Erik said. He holds a photo of what I presumed is the man's daughter. "And you should know ours."

"This gold is what remains of my people. Melted from their possessions. Torn from their teeth. This is blood money." He doesn't waste a second breath. "And you're going to help us find the bastards responsible for it."

The man stupidly reaches for the alarm but Erik stops him from using his powers. "Tsk tsk tsk," Erik mocks. "Don't touch that alarm." 

Erik makes his way around the desk. "I want Schmidt. Klaus Schmidt. Where is he?"

The man looks at Erik in fear. "Our clients don't provide addresses. We're not-"

"That type of bank?" I finish for him, speaking up for the first time. He snaps his head to face me. I stay in my seat as I loosen his tie. 

Erik holds him back as he concentrates. The mans face turns red and he looks uncomfortable. 

"Metal fillings, eh?" Erik says. "Not gold? Worried someone might steal them?" The mans face turns in agony as Erik continues to pull out the filling. 

"Argentina!" He yells, "Schmidt is in Argentina!" But Erik doesn't stop.

"Villa Gesell!" He yells again. "Please!"

I sit back as Erik continues to put the man in pain. Few seconds later, the metal filling comes out of his mouth and gasps at the sight. He holds his mouth to his mouth as he stares at the filling as Erik holds it in between his fingers. 

Erik smirks at him before standing up. "Thank you." He returns to his seat with the man continuing to stare at him in complete fear. 

"I would love to kill you," He stares at the man for a second. He picks up the gold and the briefcase as he walks off, me walking by his side. "So mark my words. If you warn anyone we're coming... I will find you." 

~

"A bar?" I exclaim excitedly. "We haven't been to one in a while."

"Yes, but after last time..." He mutters under his breath but I can still hear him. I give him a look. 

"There can't be a repeat of last time." 

I glare at him. "Erik, that was one time! And what do you expect me to do when an animal of a man decides to grope me?" 

"Not freezing everyone inside into sculptures?" He questions. 

I huff in annoyance. "Not like you care."

He cracks a smile at this. "Very true. Now hurry up, we don't want to miss them."

~

Erik holds the door for me as I walk in the bar. The heels on my knee high boots making a noise as I walk. I observe the room as Erik sets his jacket on a hanger. There were only 3 men, including the bartender. 

"Afternoon gentlemen." Erik politely greets in Spanish as we take our seats on the stools. 

The man with his hair gelled back sitting on a longer table smiles at me, licking his lips. I turn my head in disgust. The bartender replies to Erik in the same tongue. 

"Hot out there." I give a nod. 

"A beer please." Erik says to him as he makes himself comfortable.

 "Make that two." I smile. The bartender responds with a smile of his own and I look around to see a picture of the two men behind us with Schmidt in between the both of them. My eyes harden at the sight of him.

The man in the brown shirt starts to speak in our mother language. "German beer!"

I reply to him. "Of course."

"You like it?" He laughs. 

I don't laugh, instead I crack a small fake smile. "The best, wouldn't you agree?" He nods in agreement. 

Erik turns in his seat to face the two men. "What brings you to Argentina?" He asks.

The man in the brown shirt replies first. "The climate. I'm a pig farmer." He laughs and I see Erik struggling to roll his eyes. 

The other man speaks. "Tailor. Since I was a little boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf."

Erik picks up his beer to sit with them as I stay in mine. "Our parents were from Dusseldorf!" He exclaims. 

"What was their name?" One of the men asks. 

"They didn't have a name." I spoke. They looked at me before glancing at each other.

Erik continues. "It was taken from them." He begins to clink his drinks with the men as they stared at him in fear and confusion. "By pig farmers, and tailors."

They sit back as all three of them scull their drinks, never taking their eyes off each other. Erik then decides to show them his arm. The pig farmer takes a knife attempting to stab Erik but he was too fast for him. He takes the knife and reads. 

"Blood and honor. Which would you care to shed first?"

"We were under orders." The farmer replies.

"Blood then." I say. Erik nods at me before stabbing his palm to the table.

"Freeze asshole!" The bartender says as he holds me by the neck, gun pointing to the temple. 

I roll my eyes before I send the gun to my hands. I elbow him in the chest and he releases me. I point the gun towards the bartender and take a clear shot to his forehead. He falls back as the tailor yells out. "You freaks!"

I hold out my hand and his neck is snapped. He falls to the ground with his eyes open. The pig farmer gasps in fear. 

"Who... What are you?" We watch as Erik finishes his beer.

Erik replies in English. "Let's just say we're Frankenstein's monster. And we're looking for our creator." The gun comes hurling in his direction and he takes a hold of it. He directs it to the farmer and pulls the trigger.

"A bit dramatic don't you think?" He ignores me as he grabs his jacket.