Mutant Love(X-Men First Class/Erik Lensherr)

Chapter 3

EricaP.O.V.

After we left the airport we walked to a bar not far from there. It was out in a wide open field. We walked inside and the three men that were inside looked at as. Erik took of his coat and hat and put them on a coat hanger while I made my way over to the bar and Erik soon joined.

“Hot, no.” The bartender said in Spanish.

“Yes – one beer please.” Erik said back.

“Make that two.” I said.

He went and started to make are drinks as I noticed Erik staring at a picture on the wall. It had the two men that were behind us in it and Klaus on a boat and at the bottom it said Caspartina, Miami. The bartender came back with I drinks and I took a sip of mine.

“German beer.” One of the men said behind us in German. I looked at him he was fat and a little old looking.

“Of course.” Erik said.

“Yes, it’s Bitburger. You like it?” he asked and laughed.

“The best. What brings you to Argentina?” Erik asked.

“The climate, I’m a pig farmer.” he said and laughed again. Looks like a pig more like it.

“Tailor, since I was a boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf.” the other man said.

“My parents were from Dusseldorf.” Erik said making his way over and sitting next to them. Oh crap.

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“What was their name?” the tailor asked.

“They didn’t have a name. It was taken away from them by pig farmers,… and tailors.” Erik said as he clink his glass with both of theirs.

They exchange looks at each other as they all took a big gulps of their drinks. Erik put his glass to the side and showed them his arm that had little numbers on it. I touched my right arm to as I looked down at it.208786 was on my arm. The pig farmer took out a knife but Erik grabbed his hand and slammed it down on the table. He took the knife out of his hand. I got up out of my seat and went next to him.

“Blood and Honor.” I said reading the writing on the knife.

“Which one would you care to shed first?” Erik said.

“We were under orders.”

“Blood then.” Erik said before stabbing the knife through his hand and the guy yelled out in pain. The tailor got out of his seat as the bartender came out with a gun pointed the gun back and forth at me and Erik.

“Freeze, asshole.” the bartender said. Erik stared at the gun.

“Come on, shoot!” the tailor said.

The bartender gun moved towards the tailor but at how he was shaking told me he wasn’t the one doing it, Erik was moving the gun. The trigger pulled back and the tailor fell to the floor dead. Erik took the knife out of his hand before throwing it at the bartender and then it came back at his hand and he put it back into the farmer’s hand. He pushed his hair back before drinking the rest of his beer.

“Who…What are you?” the farmer asked. Erik put his drink down finished.

“Let’s just say I’m Frankenstein’s monster.” Erik said. He got up out of his seat and went towards the picture looking at it again.

“And I’m looking for my creator.” he said. The gun from the bartenders hand went up into his and he turned around and shot the farmer.

“That went well.” I said.

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Now me and Erik where in Miami. We’re in a hotel getting ready as it started getting dark. I was wearing an all-black outfit on with combat boots. I looked at my appearance as I fixed my wing pushing back a stray white hair back inside my wig. I looked at myself in the mirror. My tannish skin, my brown hair colored wig and brown contacts to cover up my light blue eyes and my dragon like pupils. Tonight we are going after Klaus, and I would get my sister back. She was 10 now. Erik knocks on the door of my room before coming in.

“You ready?” he asked. I took a gun out and strapped it to my side.

“Yeah.” I said. We got left our room and out of the hotel.