Okay...thanks for the feedbacks, people who read this.
Thanks again for my beta-readers, I know I gave you all a
hard time ...
Anyway, back in the first chapter, someone pointed out to
me that the number of Jews and "inferior races"
(to the old Germans) was wrong, and I'd like to apologize
Another thing, I don't know if Rogue can speak or understand
German, so if she can, pretend she couldn't... :)
The girl opened her eyes. It was pitch black.
She lifted the wood that covered her and walked out of the
small corner where she hid from the bad people.
She scanned the area, using her dark eyes, that used to glimmer
and shine all the time. Wiping the dirt out off her wool skirt,
"Mummy?" She cried out, tentatively. "Mummy,
are you there?"
"Mummy? It's me, Helen."
"Mummy? Mummy, please answer." Helen cried out,
tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. She ran outside hoping
to find her mother, only to see dead people scattered on the
floor. "No! Nonononononono!"
"Granny! Granny, no!" Kneeling down, Helen touched
the remnants of her Grandmother. She cried more, occasionally
"Helen? Is that you, Helen Reiss?"
"Helen! Oh Helen!"
Helen stood up and hugged Sini. She buried her head on her
cousin's chest and cried all that happened to her last night.
The Germans came to the ghetto that she and her family had
stayed in since 1938. They were carrying guns and started
shooting at a lot of people. Ann took her and urged her to
go under the floor, where most of the children hid. Then she
left, along with their parents. And all the she could remember
was the sound of the guns.
"Brrr! Brrr! Brrr!" She sobbed. "They were
terrible, Sini. People were shouting, they were crying. Oskar,
the boy who was hiding with me was crying too. And so did
all the children. So
so did I."
Sini stoked her cousin's hair. She was one of the lucky ones
who were considered the "essentials", when the liquidation
of the Jews, her race, happened.
"It was terrible Sini. It was terrible."
"Shhh. I know little one. I know."
A German soldier came up to them. He pulled Sini by the hair
and threw her to the ground. Saying something in German, he
spat on her and left to scout for more survivors.
"Sini?" Helen cried. " What did he say?"
Sini wiped her knees and took Helen by the hand. "He
said to go to the group of women that are outside. Come on.
We mustn't waste time. The Germans shan't take any excuses
nor hesitation to shoot us. "
From a dark corner, a tall figure silently emerged. Unnoticed
by the people around her, she watched the two pale figures
go to the rest of the crowd. Her heart fell on the two, but
she kept silent for she had nothing to do, but watch.
She had watched the same scene over and over again. And even
if she hadn't, she knew that she knew it by heart.
Silence was all over the place, except for the soft footstep
of the two. But it was like a portrait with a thousand words.
It said loneliness. Sadness. Grief.
She looked at them sadly, hoping to do something when there
was nothing to be done. This was how it was suppose to be.
No one can change it. Not even her.
But someone will. Someone might.
And she had to find her.
"No please! No! please! Do not take us! Please!"
Sound. Sound everywhere.
Screams. Screams heard everywhere.
"Mummy! Mummy! He's hurting me!"
"Please sir, do not hit my daughter. She is still a
She stood there, seeing everything. She tried to shut her
eyes and cover her ears, but her eyes nor hands won't follow.
Instead, she stood, looking at them. Feeling them. Hurting
"No please! Don't shoot her! Danka! Get Ann!"
"No sir, please! Noooooo!"
She watched the girl, no older than fifteen, fall lifelessly
as soon as the bullet of the soldier hit her. Blood flowed
from the wound and she watched the girl's helpless mother
sobbed wildly, her father, who held her.
"You animal!" The father shouted. "You bastard!
You are a coward. You take your anger to helpless little girls
instead of the older Jews."
Jews. The word shocked her. It seemed familiar, yet so strange.
"You freaking bastard! You killed my daughter, my first
The soldier said something in a foreign language.
He said something in
! She thought.
It was strange. She never knew the language, yet she had a
feeling of deja vu.
"No! Please! Do not shoot my husband!" The wife
screamed wildly, waving her hands frantically.
But it was too late. Too late. And it was too late for the
woman, for before she could even seek refuge, the bullet hit
her. Dead. Like her child. Like her husband. Like all
of their kind. The Jews.
"Why am I here?" she said out loud.
"Because I summoned you."
Rogue jerked her head up. She blinked her eyes rapidly, sweat
dripping from her chin. She tried to remember the last place
she had been. It was not the same place she was now staying.
It was from another place. Another time.
"Rogue?" A sleepy voice called out softly.
She looked at her right side, to the person sitting on the
window seat. The window seat! she thought. No wonder
why I hadn't recognized the place; I'm on an air plane going
"Rogue? Are you alright?" The person yawned.
The voice belonged to Jean Grey-Summers. Rogue recalled why
they were here. That's it! Jean decided to accompany me
to my 'vacation' to Germany while the others go into Germany
to find the mutant Cerebo had detected, she remembered.
uh, Ah'm fine, Jean. Just some bad dream."
She lied. " Go back to sleep."
Jean nodded sleepily. " Okay. Try not to think about
it. Good night."
"'Night too." Rogue replied. She closed her eyes
and tried to sleep again, but much to her frustrations, she
couldn't. Instead, she re-enacted all that had happened in
her dream, in her vision. The killings. The murders.
They all seemed so true. Like it happened.
The Germans were so actual. The fear of the family was so
genuine. She felt it. She knew it was true. But why me?
she thought. Why not Jean or Ororo? Why me?
And the voice.
The cold yet soft voice.
"Because I summoned you," the voice had said.
Rogue felt her spine tingle. She snuggled to the blanket
that was handed to her before their flight. She knew that
she won't be able to sleep. She knew that she couldn't rest
until she solves the mystery. "Why me?" she called
softly. " Why me?"
"Because I summoned you." The voice from her dream
"Because I summoned you."
"Welcome to Berlin, the capital of Germany. We hope
that you will enjoy your stay. Dan ka shen."
"Dan what?" Rogue asked Jean as they both entered
Berlin-Tegel Airport, in the north west of Berlin. "
What's that suppose t' mean."
"I think it's 'thank you' in German." Her companion
answered, while fiddling with her purse. " Rogue, have
you seen my lipstick?"
"No. Why, did ya lose it?"
"I think so. I think I have left it in the comfort room."
"Do ya have t' get it? Can't ya just buy 'nother one?"
"I can't, I love that make up. I'll be right back."
"Oh, all right. Just hurry up." Rogue said, hugging
herself while she watch Jean go into the ladies' room. She
bit her lip for sounding selfish earlier but she really wanted
to leave as much as possible. Ever since they landed
in Berlin, she had this tingling feeling that she was being
Damn it, she thought. Where in the world is Jean?
She took a magazine, from a rack in a small coffee shop
in the air port, and started flipping the pages. "Business
... boring ... Hmmm ... Chancellor of Germany ... boring ...
Hmmm ... sale on a store in Berlin..."
She looked up from the magazine she was looking at and saw
a dark-haired lady wearing a woolen sweater. She was at least
twenty, with dark piercing eyes and a soft voice with a German
accent. She was slightly shorter than her, her face was very
pale, clearly showing that she hadn't been eating.
To be continued.
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