Eleanor had always been surrounded by weird things. Her friends were like her, her parents were like her; she felt accepted. But that soon was gone.
In 1962, she finds herself working with the United States against the Russians, meeting by chance a...
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Berlin, Germany.
She hits the punching bag for some more minutes. She uses this training as a way to let out her rage and hatred to Shaw. Erik appears at the door to find her punching the bag angrily.
"Eleanor, I've told you many times that by punching a bag you're not going to get better" He repeats for the millionth time. She rolls her eyes.
"Then, what do I do?" She asks taking her bottle of water "I have already worked of my elasticity and my strength"
"But not on your agility, you can't avoid someone of hitting you or you can't move easily. That's the thing you've got left to learn and if you use your telekinetic abilities to help you, that will be difficult to surpass"
"What the fuck are you saying? You can literally throw me a bloody car and I'd be dead" She replies narrowing her eyes. He scoffs and closes his eyes while shaking his head "Any news from Shaw?" She asks changing the subject. He shakes his head. While she trains, he looks for information or people that may have heard of him, but he is not letting her find him until she is ready and trained for it.
"I think we can go out and have dinner. We can do something normal for once" He suggests "We can pretend we are a couple, it will be fun" She looks down and smiles.
"Yeah, that sounds good. It's been a while since I last acted a scene" She jokes actually excited. Erik is unpredictable, and that is a thing that confuses Eleanor. Although, she likes that since she has always known what people were going to do or say. Moreover, it's been five months with him already and they are finally starting to get along.
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"Are you kidding me?" Eleanor asks laughing. Erik shakes his head and starts laughing too.
"It was a really uncomfortable situation, actually" He adds with a smile. She looks at him with a grin "Do you have any stories?"
"My life is just a compilation of uncomfortable and awkward moments" She says grimacing funnily. She sips from her drink "But there was this time when someone stole my clothes while I was in the locker rooms and I had to leave just with a towel on. It was really embarrassing but the fact which annoys me the most it's that they only went for me" She narrates narrowing her eyes.
"Guess someone was jealous" Erik suggests.
"I don't think so... It'd be stupid to just do that because of jealousy"
"Some people are really bad and want to hurt others, you know? They don't really have a purpose, just for fun" He explains "And there are people who are bad because all they saw and learned, was bad" He adds. Eleanor looks at him frowning and nods "Which is my case"
"Oh, you are not bad, Erik" She comments with a soft laugh. He shakes his head "You literally saved me, I don't think that is really what a bad person does"
"Yes, I am" He says "I have killed many people, Eleanor"
"So have I, and since I have killed with you," She starts saying seriously "I know what kind of people you kill. You kill people who need to pay for their actions, you kill bad and evil people"
"Murder is unforgivable, Eleanor" He comments, showing his religious side. She stares at him narrowing her eyes.
"You are not a bad person, Erik" She repeats taking a cigarette and a lighter from her purse "Wanna know what you are?" She asks to receive a nod from Erik "You are a survivor, and you do whatever it takes to survive" She starts to eat from her plate and as Erik looks at her. He never told her his story, and she gets it. She didn't need to read his mind nor know his story to know what he is. She catches him staring at her and she stops eating "Do I have something in my face?" She ask worried. He shakes his head amused at the question.
"No, I just was wondering if I should tell you what happened to me" He informs with a frown. She nods slowly.
"If you don't want to tell me it's alright" She replies with a smile as she continues eating.
"I don't want to tell you, it's too painful to say it out loud" He admits. She nods and raises her hands "Read my mind" He tells her.
"I promised you I would never do that and I won't"
"Now I am asking you Eleanor, please" He looks at her with a helpless look and she decides to do as he says. He takes his hand and closes her eyes. He sees blurry images. Auschwitz. Jews. Holocaust. All these images of the concentration camp make her gasp at the terrible and painful scene. Then all she sees is Shaw pointing at a coin. Shaw points at an beautiful but tired woman who smiles at Erik. His mother. Shaw counts to three and kills his mother. Erik looks at the scene and his emotions are filled up with anger, hatred, a feeling of loss and a deep sadness. She opens her eyes and lets his hand go. She breathes heavily and cleans her tears before anyone else can see her, but since they are in a expensive and luxurious restaurant, they sat in a booth. He looks down before looking at her.
"Now you know why I want Shaw to pay" He adds drinking from his wine. She nods sniffing and looks at him.
"That motherfucker is going pay, Erik" She tells him taking her glass "He is going to pay for being an bad, evil person. Now, that's a bad person, not you"
