Kurt was anxious. I mean who wouldn't be? He was blue, furry, and looked like the furry version of a demon! No Kurt, he made a deal. If you can get over yourself, you can have a place to call home. But what if they don't accept me? Then they would have to get over it. Kurt was on a train to what a so called "professor" called a school for "gifted" students. But I'm not gifted. I'm a freak! He looked at his hands. I don't even have five fingers. How am I even classified as a human? I should be classified as an animal! I have fur. Normal people don't. I have fangs. Normal people don't. I have fully filled golden eyes. "NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T! "He screamed this last part out quietly. That's when he noticed the weird looks that instantly turned to disgust and fright. And that's when he felt a breeze of cool air pass through his hair when a door flew open. Kurt froze and the thought of pulling the hood back on his head never made it through his brain. Time slowed as he watched men two times his size pull out Tasers and pistols. He closed his eyes and the first thing he heard was the straw that broke the camel's back. em"Freak!" More people screamed, mostly women. Then the flood of insults flowed right in. "Mommy, what is that?" "And I thought God was real." "Look at it! That should not be alive? What is it?" "Now we kill it!" It was that last thing that broke Kurt out of the trance that he never meant to be in. almost immediately Kurt felt a barrage of fists, bats, and several other weapons. "Bitte! Bitte aufhören!" Kurt whimpered pleadingly. "Oh, so now it's a Nazi, eh? I always knew Nazis' were demons!" The head voice sneered. Kurt struggled to keep his eyes open. The source of the voice was a thin, wiry man, with blond hair starting to bald. emstrongAnd this is America? It's like Germany, except worse! And just when a gun was forced to the middle of his forehead, a new voice shouted over the rest. "And just what do you think you are doing, Mister Creed?" Kurt silently thanked his guardian angel of a man. If he had not arrived Kurt would not live to see tomorrow. "I was just taking the trash out for you, sir. No one likes this baggage, so I was making sure that no one could complain about it. Again." Creed then presumed his activities, but as he pulled out the gun, an arm stopped him. "I wouldn't advise that, Mister Creed. Unless you want a personal escort off this train, and trust me, I have no time today for such nonsense." The Conductor then took the gun from the lanky man, and threw it off the train. "Now the next stop to Bayville is coming up in about fifteen minutes. Everyone, please remain in your seats. I need to have a talk with our guest, so please, Mister Wagner, come with me. And bring your things. You won't be bothered by Mister Creed anymore." Kurt looked at the conductor gratefully.
"Well, Mister Wagner, I hope that you enjoy your stay in Bayville, and I bid you good luck." The conductor said as he shook hands with Kurt. "Danke, sir, but if I may ask, Vhy did you help me?" "Well Kurt, let's just say that we helped each other out". Kurt blinked as he was gently walked out of the train car, but not before he had a glimpse of white wings underneath the heavy coat the conductor was wearing. The conductor met his gaze and winked as he pushed Kurt onto the crosswalk in a hurry. em"V-Vait!" he never had a chance for an explanation as the train sped off, as if the train itself had less time to get to its next destination than it already had. "There is our next student, Ororo." A calm, scholarly voice said behind Kurt.
"Well, Mister Wagner, there is your new home. Do you like the view?" Charles said to Kurt, chuckling to himself, watching Kurt look over the landscape in wonder. "I like it so far, call me Kurt, Wagner is the name of my foster father. He recently passed." Kurt looked down to his lap and fingered the small metal cross his foster father had given him for Kurt's fourteenth birthday. It wasn't much, but it was all they had, especially in a semi-failing circus. They could barely afford the rent as it was. He sincerely hoped that they were doing okay. em"All right Kurt, When we get inside, I'll need you to follow me into my office. I need you to fill out some paperwork for you to go to school, and to have a driver's liscence when the time comes." Kurt perked up immediately when he heard the word school His tail wagging back in fourth as he practically bounced all over the vehicle. " Vreally? School? I've alvays vanted to go to school, but-" He stopped as his mood changed abruptly to forlorn. He took a long look at himself, and his ears and tail drooped instantly. The vay I look. It is demonic, is it not? I'm sorry professor, I just don't think zat I'll fit in. I mean, people vill not see me as a person. Zey'll see me as ze birth of ze antichrist." Kurt immediately turned away from the professor and sighed dreamily. em"If only I vere normal. I vouldn't be a burden to anyvone." The professor and Storm looked shocked. They knew that he disliked his appearances, but by this measure? Heavens no! em"Well, Kurt, I'll make you a deal." Kurt only turned his ears towards Xavier to signal that he was listening. "How about you stay at the institute for a trial period, then by that time, I should be able to have a way to help you disguise your image so you will be able to attend Bayville High school. You see Kurt, I already have an idea in mind. The device that I am thinking of is called a holowatch. My good friend Dr. McCoy has already begun constructing it, so he can go to public places if need be, without causing a problem to the people whom are not mutants."/em Charles was getting desperate, but a half-lie can't hurt Kurt, right? All Charles needed was for Kurt to accept so Eric doesn't convince Kurt otherwise. Who knows what will happen to Kurt if he accepts Eric's invitation.
"Meanwhile, as Kurt was listening, he detected that somewhere in the older man's kind and selfless words that a lie or an exaggeration was being made. However, Kurt accepted. By the time they had finished the conversation, Ororo had pulled into the driveway of the mansion
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