Well this is my first Fanfiction story ever so I want nice comments and reviews; also I won't be doing accents because I stink at them so just imagine that they are there. Ok now time for an epic story by yours truly.
Disclaimer: Like I could own the X-Men (If I did Scott and Jean would DIE!)
Freedom
Pain. That was all I felt during those dark days in my past. Most people had families that loved and cared for them, Master once told me that no one could love a demon. I lived in a cage for as long as I could remember, treated like an animal. No, animals were treated better than me, given names, fed, and cared for. Who am I you ask? Master called me Nightcrawler or Demon, but once a little girl in the USA, I think, named me she called me Kurt, it was a nice name so I kept it. Hey, it was better then demon or freak. I lived in the circus, but I was in the freak show a place worse then hell. They titled me "Nightcrawler-Blue Demon from Hell!" those were bad years for me. It turned out that having blue fur, fangs, bright yellow eyes, three digit hands, two toed feet, and a demon tail could do that to you. Those days changed when I was around six years old, the day I first teleported.
Ok this is like a practice chapter. If you want me to continue with this story just tell me in the reviews.
The next chapter will be way longer and will tell you about his daring escape from the horrid freak show!
Warning elf abuse in the next chapter!