AN: I liked the German and I was pretty sad to see him killed off so quickly. So I decided to make a fic that allowed me to bring him back. Hope you enjoy it.

At first, he was but a tiny speck of potential consciousness, blind, deaf, and dumb, floating in a black void. It seemed an eternity before the speck was capable of memory and another before he remembered the first few shreds of his past life.

For the first time ever, he reached. Not with an arm, but with something in some way. At first he felt nothing, just more of the same empty void, before he sensed something so familiar that it triggered his reawakening.

Metal.

The moment he first found the live buzz of the bank's steel blinds, his awareness exploded like a power surge across the numerous metal plates. He could sense their shape, their thickness. He could feel them move as they turned to let the sunlight in an out. He remembered turning them himself in the last hours of his past life.

Metal. It was his ticket out of this Hell.

For an unknown amount of time, he practiced feeling the metal, remembering it, using it. He danced across vault doors and loose change. He explored the intricate webs of the bank's computer system. He tapped into the security system, the cameras giving him his first reminder of the meaning of sight.

He remembered magnetism. He remembered the feeling of magnetic waves as they coursed through his body and reached out like tendrils, latching on to the metal. That was what he had become. A magnetic wave, imprinted with the remaining scraps of his consciousness.

He was still blind without the cameras. He was still deaf, except for the sound vibrations through metal. He could feel nothing except for those smooth, hard surfaces and the tingling of electrons. To him, humans were but webs of iron particles flowing through blood streams. But as he experienced more and more, new concepts reemerged from the dark corners of his mind.

Bank. Money. Level Five. Robbery. Gun. Escape. Jesse. Flint. Knox.

Knox!

With the reemergence of that damned word, memories flooded back into his mind. Knox, empowered by the fear of their hostages, plunging a fist through his flesh body. Knox, taking away his body, his hearing, his touch. Knox, turning him into this almost-blind ghost.

He felt rage, his first emotion, surge through his being.

All through the bank, light bulbs flashed and burned out. Computer screens flickered out, smoke rising from their modems. The innards of safe and vault doors twisted and fused, rendering them inoperable. The steel blinds curled like claws. Rolls of coins burst open. A bank executive returned from her lunch break to find paper clips flying around her office. People collapsed in pain as, for a moment, their blood stopped flowing.

Oblivious to the terror he had caused, the magnetic ghost that was once the German flew from the bank, leaping across car bodies and tearing down power lines in search of revenge.