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31: Magnetism

31: Magnetism

"Get out of my way!" Erik roared, and the metal trembled.

With a wave of his hand, a rain of bullets heading in his direction was easily deflected; the projectiles made a 180-degree turn in the air, returning directly to where they came from.

"Argh!" There were choked screams followed by several bodies collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Without sparing them a second glance, the former prisoner hurriedly stepped over them, focusing on that sixth sense that allowed him to feel all the metal within several meters around him to cover his back as he advanced toward his objective, toward his mother.

'Just a little more, I'm almost there.' Erik felt confidence growing inside him as he advanced further. After all, no matter how many German soldiers stood in his way, it was exceedingly easy for him to dispose of them. Even without the invasion the camp was suffering, Erik felt he could have destroyed this entire place by himself.

Such growing arrogance came to a halt when a blue light projectile was fired in his direction. Erik had never seen anything like it before, and it was only by pure instinct that he managed to drag several nearby metal-laden debris to form an improvised wall in front of him.

A wall that was pierced in an instant.

'What?!' He barely managed to throw himself out of the way to avoid being pulverized.

Clumsily rolling on the ground, Erik crawled until he could get a clear view of his new enemy, a sight that made his confidence return once more.

The Hydra soldier aiming in his direction suddenly met his death when the metal in his weapon twisted, causing the energy shot about to be released to explode point-blank against him.

This time, Erik did give a second glance to the remains of the man. Where had he come from? And what was that strange blue light? His curiosity was piqued, but only for a moment, as a tremor caused by another nearby explosion quickly brought him back to his senses, making him keep running.

He could find the answers to his questions later; right now, he needed to focus.

It didn't take him long to see the thick, tall wall separating the men's prison from the women's, a wall that was now almost completely collapsed due to one of the explosions that had been happening.

Passing through the rubble, Erik sharpened his gaze, giving the area a quick scan. The chaos was very similar to what had ravaged his side of the camp, except here, there seemed to be a much greater presence of his "benefactors." Erik didn't know who they were or why they had begun attacking the camp. The only thing he knew was that as long as they bore the colors of the Polish flag somewhere on their bodies, it meant they were on "his side"—in other words, they were against the Germans.

Therefore, the boy helped them as much as he could while making his way through. After all, the fewer Germans left alive, the easier it would be for him to escape with his mother when the time came.

A time that was fast approaching, he could feel it. He just had to find her, just had to take her hand, and everything would be alright. He would protect her, as he had promised his father. He would save her.

With such thoughts filling his mind, Erik ran across the battlefield, carefully observing every woman who crossed his path, searching for a familiar face, a familiar voice. But with every minute that passed without finding her, his anxiety began to grow more and more.

"MOM!" He finally reached the point where he started yelling at the top of his lungs. Perhaps if she heard his voice, she would come to him—that was his thought.