Retaliation [Erik Lehnsherr]

Retaliation [Erik Lehnsherr]

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Based on the movie X-Men: First Class, a story about an English woman named Avery Knight, a mutant who lives under the radar and had a lonely and painful life until she met Charles Xavier and Raven Darkholme. After a while of their friendship, they met another mutant named Erik Lehnsherr, a German guy who lived his whole life in pain in their effort to capture a communist named Sebastian Shaw. Little did they know, there's something going on between Erik and Avery. What happen between them? Can Avery convinced Erik that war isn't an answer to save their kind? Never underestimate one's power of rage but also never underestimate one's capability of love. Even a heart of steel can be melt by the touch of their love one.
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The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."

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