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 for that.

Another thing, I don't know if Rogue can speak or understand German, so
if she can, pretend she couldn't... :)

Sunne

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Star of David
CHAPTER TWO
Sunset

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, she stood.

" Mummy?" She cried out, tentatively. " Mummy, are you there?"

Nobody answered.

" Mummy? It’s me, Helen."

Silence.

" 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 sobbed.

" Helen? Is that you, Helen Reiss?"

" Sini?"

" 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 child."

" Shut up!"

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 with them.

" 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 born!"

The soldier said something in a foreign language.

‘ He said something in…in German…!" 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
recognize the place, I’m on an air plane going to Germany.

" 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.

" Ah…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 the (that instead of the) 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 said.

" 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 watched.

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…."

" Excuse me?"

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.