Of Mutants and Men

Of Mutants and Men

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Angelika Frank, a mutant who had a knack for surviving, watched the world become corrupt beyond imagination, then cure itself afterwards. She had stood in the very of center of the madness and endured an agonising youth. Amidst the raging battle between the threatened mutants and excessively defensive humans, she took no part in it and pursued to aid the world in her own ways. But when three men and a teenager barge into her apartment, asking her help to break out an old friend from a maximum security prison, Angelika finds herself standing right in the middle of the storm. In a world where the only options are to kill or to be killed, will Angelika give up her old tranquil life for her fellow mutants? [An Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto story] [X-Men fanfiction]
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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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