Hiding from Love

Prologue

Auschwitz, Poland 1944

Third POV

A young boy surrounded by a large group of people that are being pushed around by armed guards as children are forced away from their parents including Terrell Glaser.

Terrell Glaser and many other children separated from their parents as many of the parents shouted for their children and at the armed guards. Heidi Terrell Glaser's mother shouting for her son as both are separated, as both try to fight the armed guards.

"Mama!, Mama!" Terrell shouted as he screamed as he hit the guards holding him back as he yells a noise is heard from the gate and it starts moving on its own and bending forward as if Terrell is calling to it.

A guard knocks Terrell out with the butt of his gun as Terrell falls to the ground while his mother is forced away as a man watches from above in the building.

Westchester, New York 1944

A young Charles Xavier age twelve awakens from his peaceful sleep in his families mansion to in his house he slowly gets up grabbing a baseball bat and quietly walking down the stairs to see a light on in the kitchen.

As Charles walks into the kitchen to see the fridge open as an older man wearing a red and black suit smiled at him with his hands resting on his hip.

"Mother. What are you...I thought you were a burglar." Young Charles said while dropping his baseball bat to his side.

"We didn't mean to scare you, darling. We were just getting a snack. Go back to bed." Sharon the boy's mother said to him with a British accent.

He saying this to Charles makes him go quiet and just stares at his 'mother'.

"What's the matter? Go on, back to bed." His mother said trying to get him to leave but he remains silent.

"He'll make you a hot chocolate." The boy's mother said while putting her hands on her hands slightly bending over to reach his height but Charles just stares at her then to the picture of them before looking at her.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my mother?" Charles said making his mother stif up as he uses his powers to speak in her minds.

"My mother has never set foot in this kitchen in their life. And she certainly never made me a hot chocolate, unless you count ordering the maid to do it." Charles voice echoes in the woman's head causing them to move back holding their head as Charles chuckles softly.

His mother look at him in fear but their bony slowly morphs into young boy with red skin with scale like markings with dark black hair.

"You're not scared of me?" A young red skinned boy asked him with a tone filled with confusion.

"I always believed I couldn't be the only one in the world. The only person who was...different.
And here you are. Charles Xavier." Charles said to them happily he is not alone anymore as he holds his hand to him.

"Erik." He said shaking his hand.

"You're hungry and alone. Take whatever you want. We've got lots of food. You don't have to steal. In fact, you'll never have to steal again." Charles said while offering his home to Erik to live in, as Erik chuckles happily.

At a Nazi concentration camp in Poland

A older man named Sebastian Shaw but using the name Dr. Klaus Schmid addresses a young Terrell in his office, as he sits in front of Terrell and Terrell stands in front of his next scared out of his mind.