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The Chosen	By : FenixFyre Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 1064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Chosen

Chapter 1
....and so they came.
Matka and Papa had been talking for the last month. Apparently the entire village was in an uproar over the many trucks and soldiers that had been passing through their town. It was impossible to know where they were going or what their business was. It was not something to concern small town folk. Papa said they were German. Chava told Erik again that it wasn't their business that Matka and Papa would take care of it. Both of their parents were there but Erik was Chava's favorite and she was his. He adored his eldest sister. She was 14 and nearly marrying age and he was only 8 but they shared a bond that their other brothers and sisters did not. She was as loving to him as his own Matka, perhaps even more so. Chava was tall; her hair was a deep auburn. She knew she was the prettiest girl in the village, everyone else did too. Rabbi Leibowitz�s son had his eye on her as well. Chava however was in love, she claimed with the Rabbi�s younger son Levi.
Even Erik could see why. He was funny, he was sweet, and he always brought her little gifts. What�s more, Matka and Papa certainly would approve a marriage to the Rabbi�s son. Levi was planning on being a Rabbi himself. She would be the Rabbi�s wife when Leibowitz senior felt like handing over the reins to his son.
n stn style='font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:200%'>His Matka�s name was IlseEichenwald. Erik didn�t have any idea ll hll how he managed to juggle all of his girlfriends. Matka scolded him telling him he should chose one girl. Papa thought it was hilarious that because of his good looks his son could have his pick of any of the girls in the town.
�Papa!� Matka would scold.

�How can you keep telling your son these things. If you keep telling him this behavior is alright he will earn a reputation as a scoundrel.�
Papa would always laugh and kiss Matka on the cheek; �It is good for a boy to � sow his wild oats. He will settle down and chose the girl he falls in love with. There will be one out there to capture his heart. After all, you captured mine.�
Erik was happy, he enjoyed his life. He loved his family. He even enjoyed Hebrew school. He d bed be a man soon so he had to be diligent in his studies. He could only imagine standing in front of everyone and messing up utterly. No, he wouldn�t do that. He would study and do perfectly. The only thing he didn�t really like about his life was Passover. He hated Passover. They gave him eggs to dip in salt water and it made him nauseous. He understood tradition and rabbinical law. In his opinion, if it makes you sick, sod it. Of course if he had ever said that to his father he would have gotten the beating of his life. So, he suffered in silence. Thank heaven that Passover only came once a year.
It was a cool day he remembered, Matka had told him to put on his coat before going to play. The first snow had fallen the night before. It was just a sugar coating on the ground but still the wind had a bite to it. The trees were losing what was left of the autumns red and gold to fall into the black and gray of winter. He always thought of the seasons by way of color. Winter was white, black gray, shades of the rest of the year. He stood at the door putting his coat on and pulling on his over shoes. He wrapped his scarf around his head. He could always take it off if he got cold. He knew that if he got really cold his Papa would give him a sip of his �special medicine� to warm him. He knew it was watered whiskey but it liked the way it made his toes tickle. He knew Mrs. Blum would tell on him though if she saw him with out his coat on so he would have to wear that. It was honestly like he had 6 or 7 sets of parents. He didn�t realize exactly how lucky he was.
He was heading out of the door to play with Horowitz' children down the road. It wasn�t far and Mr. Horowitz usually had some candy for the children this time of year. He always went to Switzerland during the fall and always came back with all kinds of goodies. Erik had heard he had family there. There was a good wind up; his ears were already getting numb from the chill of it. The ground crunched under foot in a brittle way. Jakob Horowitz was sitting outside his front door watching his own children play. He was a small man. He was losing his hair on top. It lay in wisps over the shiny pat of bald on top. His eyes were bright blue and kind. He always had a joke or story to the kids who loved to hear his tall tales. He had a hat on his head currently. He was singing an old Polish song quietly to himself, �Ah, how are you today Erik?�
Erik smiled and ran the last few yards up to Mr. Horowitz, �I am fine today. My mother told me to ask if Mrs. Horowitz is feeling alright?�
Jakob chuckled lightly, �Oh, she is alright. She claims I will be the death of her. Other than that, I haven�t noticed any ailments. Would you like a candy Erik? They are all the way from Switzerland. My sister Gerda bought them for me.�
Erik looked into the proffered box and pulled out a brightly wrapped candy. Its paper was bright yellow and green with red along the outer edge. He pulled on the end of the paper and it twisted open to deliver a chocolate. Eagerly, the boy plucked it free of the paper and took an experimental bite. Oh! It was filled with some kind of jelly, raspberry he thought. It was delicious. �Thank you! It�s delicious!�
Mr. Horowitz dug into the box and plucked out several more brightly wrapped candies and stuffed them into Erik�s pockets. �Here you go. Don�t eat all of them at once. It will be until next fall when I get more of them. I like the one in the blue paper the best. I can�t eat too many though. Mrs. Horowitz would have my hide She says I am already too fat. I tell her that being fat is a sign of being healthy but she doesn't believe me. What do you think Erik?"
Erik looked at Mr. Horowitz thoughtfully. He had a bit of a belly but didn't appear to be disproportionate. "I think you look just fine. My mother says that being fat means you are well off. She says she'd like to be fat. My papa though says that she is fine just as she is and shouldn't change a thing."
Jakob laughed heartily at that, "Well, it is a shame Mrs. Horowitz doesn't have the same opinion. It's all because she's a nurse I tell you. Why couldn't she have been a librarian or an engineer like your mother? Nope she had to decide to help people, because of that I must suffer... oh how I suffer.'
Jakob laughed at his own joke. He reached over and ruffled Erik's hair. "Oh by the way, your violin has brand new strings just like you wanted. Why don't you go inside and ask Rosalie for it?"

Erik nodded and scampered into the Horowitz�s home. Mrs. Horowitz poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled as she spied Erik Lensherr. �Good Evening Mr. Lensherr, what can I do for you?�
The boy wandered over and said politely, �Mr. Horowitz told me that my violin had been restrung?�
Mrs. Horowitz nodded, �Indeed it has Erik. Wait right here while I get it for you. Pour yourself a cup of tea while you wait. I would hate to have you wasway way of hunger while you are standing there. You are already becoming thin, I can see it.�
Erik looked down at himself half expecting to see skin and bones. He looked normal to himself but he knew Mrs. Horowitz wouldn�t let him out of the house without having at least a muffin or a piece of buttered bread. He poured himself a cup of tea and added milk and sugar while he waited. He sipped it careful not to burn his tongue. She returned momentarily with his violin case. His father had given it to him from his father, all the way back to the man who had made it. He cherished it above all his other things. �It�s good to see a boy who values a good instrument. Here sit down at the table here and have some bread. I just baked it. See, it�s still warm.�
She presented him with a plate of steaming bread already smeared with butter. There was a jam container on the table. He reached over and dipped the spoon that was already on his plate into it. Mrs. Horowitz was famous for her canning, especially her jelly and jams. He would never turn them down when offered. This was wild strawberry, his favorite.
With his violin under his arm, Mrs. Horowitz sent him home to put his violin away. He ran the whole way. It had gotten much colder in the time he was at the Horowitz�s. He ducked in his front door and up to his room. He put his violin in the loose floorboard under his bed for safekeeping and ran back downstairs. He headed back downstairs to go back out to play when he heard his mother call him, �Erik, Joshua, Hannah, come on Sabbath. We�re lighting the candles already. The sun won�t wait. Hurry. Hurry.�
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