It was late. The sky stretched above the opera house, a yawning, ebony black.
Inside, the security guard was locking up. He was new to the job, and had been given special instructions by his boss to make sure this job was done properly. Why these were 'special' instructions, he had no idea. Wasn't that the point of being a security guard? Making sure everything was locked up tightly and no one suspicious was walking around?
He shrugged, meandering down through the aisles and checking under red-velveted covered seats to make sure no one was lurking. Kind of stupid really, there wasn't much to steal in an opera. Unless you liked costumes and props. He supposed there was that strange rumour going around in the papers—
His train of thought stopped and he blinked, staring very hard up at the right balcony above the stage. Box five, they called it…it had been in the papers a lot recently. And he could have sworn…
"Don't be stupid." He snorted, turning away and trotting to through the auditorium, whistling without a care in the world.
Although he was walking rather quickly to not care.
He switched off the lights and finished locking up, tugging his coat around him and giving the large house a final glance.
Strange that….
He could have sworn he'd seen someone watching him from that balcony….someone blue.
My name is Kurt Wagner
The pen paused for a long moment, causing a few splatters of ink to drip onto the paper. Several more moments passed, along with several more drops of ink before Kurt sighed and placed the pen down, shutting the book. He had come up with the idea of writing things down after someone had left behind a book in changing rooms the day before. It was called a 'diary'. Well, at least that was what had been written on the front. He thought it would be a way of talking…since he didn't really have anyone to do that with.
Strange, that. How he lived in a place where hundreds of people flooded in day in and day out, yet he never had human contact, never spoke to any of them. Just watched. He'd been watching for years.
Once upon a time he had tried to leave, to find people…friends, maybe. But he soon gave up that notion.
He picked up the pen once more.
I think it is good to write my name down, so I don't forget it. These days I never get called by my name. I tend to go by things like monster, demon, freak…or recently in the papers, the nightcrawler…
Kurt blinked, placing down the pen and swivelling around, his ears pricked as a sound floated through the open window he was sitting in.
Someone was singing.
It wasn't an unusual thing for the opera house. Most of the plays were musicals and there was often rehearsals, and when there weren't the show itself was usually on.
However this song, this…person singing. It was very different to what Kurt was used to hearing.
He stood up in the window, leaning forward. Adjoined to the opera house was a boarding school, where the dancers and singers usually stayed. That was where the sweet music was coming from.
Kurt placed his bright gaze on the roof and vanished, reappearing on the tiles. He didn't move , not wanting to alert anyone to the fact he was there. There were enough rumours going around already.
He sat quietly by the chimney and listened to the sweet, almost melancholy song with his eyes closed, tail swishing back and forth in a relaxed manner.
Kurt wasn't sure for how long he sat there, only that the peaceful scene was interrupted by someone with a rough, steely voice telling the singer to silence herself. Kurt had been at the opera long enough—years in fact—to know that the scolding came from the opera owner himself.
Magneto.
Kurt knew everyone at the opera. The workers, the regulars, the girls who dances, the singers, the actors…he knew them all. Even if he never spoke to them.
However this one singer, who's beautiful song had been silenced, he did not know her. She must be new. However he hadn't heard that they were taking anymore new students. It was very hard to get into the school…and to stay for that matter. Lately many actors and dancers had been sent away.
"I hope this one does stay." Kurt whispered to himself, reappearing back in his hideout. However he stayed in the window sill, watching as the lights got turned out. For the brief time spent on the roof, he had felt…something.
Something he hadn't felt in a long time.
That he wasn't alone.