"Doschitai do Sta: Count to 100"" by Monica da magickal elf©
Yes. It has come to this! An X-men fan fiction! I was inspired when I saw X- men 2 (I went on the opening day so BOOYAH!) and I absolutely fell in love with Kurt Wagner. I haven't always been a Nightcrawler fan (mostly a Gambit fan WEE! I LOVE YOU GAMBIT, MA CHERE!). But Nightcrawler completely stole my heart. And he definitely wasn't the annoying dumbass like on X-men Evolution.so yeah. Well this story has sex in it and lots of t.A.T.y songs. By the way, if you don't know who t.A.T.y is, they are a Russian pop group of whom I absolutely adore to death! So yes, enjoy the story and no flames! I've been an X-men fan for years! I am just no movie teenybopper! ( Oh and also, another small note. When I write in Russian, I am writing with English letters because I have no Cyrillic keys. I have the translated words at the bottom of the story. But you should be able to guess by context.
X-men and related characters and words are property of Marvel comics and Fox. Lena Karlova is my own character who is Russian and loves to dance with her lightsaber on her hip.
"Doschitai do Sta: Count to 100": (SHORT) Prologue
"Nyet Papa! Nyet!" cried 16 year old Lena Karlova sorrowfully. But her cries did not avail her, for they kept coming down upon her back harshly.
"No 'doch' of mine is a mutant!" snarled the man. He slapped the girl's back one more time with his belt, blood seething through her white school shirt. He then swore in German, his native language. Sitting down, he heaved a heavy sigh as a sickly smile forming upon his face. Meanwhile, as the man rested, the girl's mother circled the room muttering a prayer quickly in Russian. Olga Karlova's coffee colored hands were shaking around her rosary, while her thick braids swatted back and forth with her movement. She had not approved of the beating that Alexander had given the child, but there was no other way. They had heard in a news report that beating a mutant family member would be effective.
So if the mutant were beaten continually, they would cease to ever use their powers again because of the fear. Lena Karlova however couldn't have disagreed more. Beaten for what she was! Of course, she had not expected it. Her parents would never have done that to her if she hadn't told them of her gift the previous night. They had been emotionless, nodding and walking out of the living room together into their bedroom. Lena had gone to bed that night, but did not sleep. Instead she listened to her parent's frantic whispering, which was clear that they were arguing but did not intend for Lena to hear it herself. And when she had awoken that morning, ready to go to school in her uniform clothes, they had forced a smile upon their faces when they joined her at the table for breakfast. Everything seemed perfectly natural to Lena.
Her Father spoke to her in German as he always did in the morning, to make sure that she perfected it. She had perfected the language and in fact, preferred speaking German than Russian. But she loved being Russian, just as much as her mother did. Although her mother was Russian, she was also African. Lena's mother's family had migrated to Russia before she was born, starting a new generation there in Moscow. In Moscow, Olga had met Alexander Krueger, a Black German man who was tall and slim, but also muscular. He had married Lena's mother when they were young, but changed his name to Karlova, the last name that Olga had. And thus, to the normal eye, it was a perfect family. Until now. Lena was now lying on the carpeted ground, sniffling and coughing terribly, her back stinging from the hits and bile rising from her throat.
"Why?" she muttered bitterly. Her eyes slowly began to turn red, although her parents could not see. Olga stopped praying and bit her lower lip. Alexander looked up to his wife, smiling a bit. He then turned back to Lena and said in German- "It is for your own good." Silence followed his remark, including Lena's crying. A moment later then, Lena was standing, a cold aura coming off her body. Her long black braids had turned red and were moving around like snakes. Her once caramel colored skin was shimmering, like glitter and her ears were pointed. A long red tail poked out from underneath her skirt, lashing violently around the room. Olga uttered a harsh yelp, backing against the wall.
But Lena's Father was not impressed. He stood up and held his belt up in the air, ready to strike down again. But Lena was faster. She snatched up a now clawed hand into the air, snatching the belt away from her Father. She growled, showing perfect fangs. With one squeeze of her hand, she turned the belt into stone, dropping it onto the floor. She laughed derisively, her fangs glittering in the air. That was why her mutant name was Medusa. She had the ability to turn things into stone.
"Try and stop me now Papa!" she yelled in Russian. And then, with one swooping sharply clawed hand, Lena cut her Father almost in half, blood splattering across her, her mother and the white walls. Screaming came from her mother as Lena licked the blood from her hands, savoring the taste. Her Father gave a gurgling cry, finally choking on his own blood. Olga Karlova dropped to her knees, everything going black. Lena laughed.
**
Lena packed her things furiously, throwing whatever she could into her small vintage suitcase. Her mother had passed out in the living room at the sight of her dead Father, and she knew that when Olga awakened, she would call the police. So, she had no choice but to leave. But where was she to go? She was not sure herself. As she changed into jeans and a tank, she remembered that Milana was at home for the night. Milana was a 23-year-old Serbo-Croatian mutant who was a mentor to Lena for the past 2 years. Usually she would be out partying, but since it was a Wednesday, she would probably be home. Taking her cell phone off her dresser, she dialed Milana's number frantically and bit her manicured nails nervously. She kept checking the living room to see if her mother had awakened yet and so far she was lucky.
"'Allo?" said a funny accented voice on the other end of the receiver. Lena started to cry a bit, replying with a choked sort of voice.
"Milana, I need your help," she said.
"What is wrong Tatiana?" replied Milana quickly, using Lena's real name. Lena glanced back into the living room to see her mother still passed out. She swallowed heavily before she answered.
"I killed Papa when I turned into the thing that I am." Silence. It stayed that way until Milana coughed and said-
"Come to my house right now." Lena did have to be told twice. She hung up her phone quickly and pocketed it, grabbing her suitcase and her blue puffy coat. Slipping on her best trainers, she ran out of the house, slipping a bit on the ice. She caught herself on a nearby fence, her heart pumping fast. Just then, the old lady that lived next door tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump. But when she saw the old lady, she relaxed a bit.
"Zdrastvuytye Mrs. Vasya," she said softly. Mrs. Vasya smiled and began to walk up the stairs to her apartment. Lena caught her breath again. She hoped she did not seem suspicious. But she had no time to think about that. Run! And she did. 26 blocks later she was at Milana's apartment, Milana waiting for her on the staircase. Milana seized Lena into her arms, shaking a bit. They then went inside, Lena pacing and staring at Milana.
"It had happened all so fast Milana," she said rapidly. "I came home from school and they were sitting in the living room. I went to my room to drop my things on my bed and they came in there also. They were silent at first, and it started to seem quite strange. And that was when my Father pushed me against the wall hard and took me by the arm. Then he dragged me into the living room and threw my down to the floor. Then he started yelling,
"U menya y'est nyet doch!" The next thing I knew, I was being beaten." Lena began to cry again, Milana coming to sit down next o her.
"I should have never told you to tell them," she said. Milana apologized over and over again, but Lena did not listen. Instead she said-
"How will I leave this place? Surely my mother will call the police anytime soon."
"Well will have to get you out of this country," said Milana simply. She got up from the couch and crossed over to her phone, where sheets of paper sat messily upon a wooden desk.
"While you were on your way here I had called the airport to see if there were any flights to London." Lena wiped her nose on the sleeve of her coat and blinked.
"London? Why so far away?" She didn't like the idea of going all the way to London. Her English was not good, it was too far away and the people there already did not appreciate mutants. What was the point of going there?
"Well, you're not exactly staying in London," confessed Milana. She put on her coat and zipped it up, brushing her strawberry blonde hair out of her face. "You are to meet someone in London who will take you to New York with him. In New York there is a school for teens like you. I've already arranged it."
"But how?" asked Lena. "You've done all this in a matter of hours?"
Lena sensed that there was something that Milana was keeping from her, but she knew that Milana would not confide in her to tell. Milana was like that, secrets and mystery. Lena supposed that it was a natural behavior that came from telepaths. After all, they could read other people's secrets as well. Still, it bothered Lena to no end that Milana did not tell her exactly what was going on. But getting a secret out of Milana was as tough as getting world leaders to see the good things of life. So therefore, it was pretty damn near impossible.
"We better go now Lena," said Milana, grabbing her car keys. "Don't forget your suitcase and I will give you some pocket money."
"Da," replied Lena with a huge sigh. To think that one action could change your life in a matter of minutes.
**
Doch = Daughter
Zdrastvuytye = Polite way of saying hello
Da = Yes.
U menya y'est nyet doch = I have no daughter.
Short Prologue. I liked it though. Anyway, in Chapter 1, Lena meets Kurt Wagner in his image inducer form and they don't get off to a very good start. Lena develops a deep hatred for Germans and she begins to notice another side effect to her powers: Manipulating men with ease. Until next time friends! Tchao!
~*MDME*~
Yes. It has come to this! An X-men fan fiction! I was inspired when I saw X- men 2 (I went on the opening day so BOOYAH!) and I absolutely fell in love with Kurt Wagner. I haven't always been a Nightcrawler fan (mostly a Gambit fan WEE! I LOVE YOU GAMBIT, MA CHERE!). But Nightcrawler completely stole my heart. And he definitely wasn't the annoying dumbass like on X-men Evolution.so yeah. Well this story has sex in it and lots of t.A.T.y songs. By the way, if you don't know who t.A.T.y is, they are a Russian pop group of whom I absolutely adore to death! So yes, enjoy the story and no flames! I've been an X-men fan for years! I am just no movie teenybopper! ( Oh and also, another small note. When I write in Russian, I am writing with English letters because I have no Cyrillic keys. I have the translated words at the bottom of the story. But you should be able to guess by context.
X-men and related characters and words are property of Marvel comics and Fox. Lena Karlova is my own character who is Russian and loves to dance with her lightsaber on her hip.
"Doschitai do Sta: Count to 100": (SHORT) Prologue
"Nyet Papa! Nyet!" cried 16 year old Lena Karlova sorrowfully. But her cries did not avail her, for they kept coming down upon her back harshly.
"No 'doch' of mine is a mutant!" snarled the man. He slapped the girl's back one more time with his belt, blood seething through her white school shirt. He then swore in German, his native language. Sitting down, he heaved a heavy sigh as a sickly smile forming upon his face. Meanwhile, as the man rested, the girl's mother circled the room muttering a prayer quickly in Russian. Olga Karlova's coffee colored hands were shaking around her rosary, while her thick braids swatted back and forth with her movement. She had not approved of the beating that Alexander had given the child, but there was no other way. They had heard in a news report that beating a mutant family member would be effective.
So if the mutant were beaten continually, they would cease to ever use their powers again because of the fear. Lena Karlova however couldn't have disagreed more. Beaten for what she was! Of course, she had not expected it. Her parents would never have done that to her if she hadn't told them of her gift the previous night. They had been emotionless, nodding and walking out of the living room together into their bedroom. Lena had gone to bed that night, but did not sleep. Instead she listened to her parent's frantic whispering, which was clear that they were arguing but did not intend for Lena to hear it herself. And when she had awoken that morning, ready to go to school in her uniform clothes, they had forced a smile upon their faces when they joined her at the table for breakfast. Everything seemed perfectly natural to Lena.
Her Father spoke to her in German as he always did in the morning, to make sure that she perfected it. She had perfected the language and in fact, preferred speaking German than Russian. But she loved being Russian, just as much as her mother did. Although her mother was Russian, she was also African. Lena's mother's family had migrated to Russia before she was born, starting a new generation there in Moscow. In Moscow, Olga had met Alexander Krueger, a Black German man who was tall and slim, but also muscular. He had married Lena's mother when they were young, but changed his name to Karlova, the last name that Olga had. And thus, to the normal eye, it was a perfect family. Until now. Lena was now lying on the carpeted ground, sniffling and coughing terribly, her back stinging from the hits and bile rising from her throat.
"Why?" she muttered bitterly. Her eyes slowly began to turn red, although her parents could not see. Olga stopped praying and bit her lower lip. Alexander looked up to his wife, smiling a bit. He then turned back to Lena and said in German- "It is for your own good." Silence followed his remark, including Lena's crying. A moment later then, Lena was standing, a cold aura coming off her body. Her long black braids had turned red and were moving around like snakes. Her once caramel colored skin was shimmering, like glitter and her ears were pointed. A long red tail poked out from underneath her skirt, lashing violently around the room. Olga uttered a harsh yelp, backing against the wall.
But Lena's Father was not impressed. He stood up and held his belt up in the air, ready to strike down again. But Lena was faster. She snatched up a now clawed hand into the air, snatching the belt away from her Father. She growled, showing perfect fangs. With one squeeze of her hand, she turned the belt into stone, dropping it onto the floor. She laughed derisively, her fangs glittering in the air. That was why her mutant name was Medusa. She had the ability to turn things into stone.
"Try and stop me now Papa!" she yelled in Russian. And then, with one swooping sharply clawed hand, Lena cut her Father almost in half, blood splattering across her, her mother and the white walls. Screaming came from her mother as Lena licked the blood from her hands, savoring the taste. Her Father gave a gurgling cry, finally choking on his own blood. Olga Karlova dropped to her knees, everything going black. Lena laughed.
**
Lena packed her things furiously, throwing whatever she could into her small vintage suitcase. Her mother had passed out in the living room at the sight of her dead Father, and she knew that when Olga awakened, she would call the police. So, she had no choice but to leave. But where was she to go? She was not sure herself. As she changed into jeans and a tank, she remembered that Milana was at home for the night. Milana was a 23-year-old Serbo-Croatian mutant who was a mentor to Lena for the past 2 years. Usually she would be out partying, but since it was a Wednesday, she would probably be home. Taking her cell phone off her dresser, she dialed Milana's number frantically and bit her manicured nails nervously. She kept checking the living room to see if her mother had awakened yet and so far she was lucky.
"'Allo?" said a funny accented voice on the other end of the receiver. Lena started to cry a bit, replying with a choked sort of voice.
"Milana, I need your help," she said.
"What is wrong Tatiana?" replied Milana quickly, using Lena's real name. Lena glanced back into the living room to see her mother still passed out. She swallowed heavily before she answered.
"I killed Papa when I turned into the thing that I am." Silence. It stayed that way until Milana coughed and said-
"Come to my house right now." Lena did have to be told twice. She hung up her phone quickly and pocketed it, grabbing her suitcase and her blue puffy coat. Slipping on her best trainers, she ran out of the house, slipping a bit on the ice. She caught herself on a nearby fence, her heart pumping fast. Just then, the old lady that lived next door tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump. But when she saw the old lady, she relaxed a bit.
"Zdrastvuytye Mrs. Vasya," she said softly. Mrs. Vasya smiled and began to walk up the stairs to her apartment. Lena caught her breath again. She hoped she did not seem suspicious. But she had no time to think about that. Run! And she did. 26 blocks later she was at Milana's apartment, Milana waiting for her on the staircase. Milana seized Lena into her arms, shaking a bit. They then went inside, Lena pacing and staring at Milana.
"It had happened all so fast Milana," she said rapidly. "I came home from school and they were sitting in the living room. I went to my room to drop my things on my bed and they came in there also. They were silent at first, and it started to seem quite strange. And that was when my Father pushed me against the wall hard and took me by the arm. Then he dragged me into the living room and threw my down to the floor. Then he started yelling,
"U menya y'est nyet doch!" The next thing I knew, I was being beaten." Lena began to cry again, Milana coming to sit down next o her.
"I should have never told you to tell them," she said. Milana apologized over and over again, but Lena did not listen. Instead she said-
"How will I leave this place? Surely my mother will call the police anytime soon."
"Well will have to get you out of this country," said Milana simply. She got up from the couch and crossed over to her phone, where sheets of paper sat messily upon a wooden desk.
"While you were on your way here I had called the airport to see if there were any flights to London." Lena wiped her nose on the sleeve of her coat and blinked.
"London? Why so far away?" She didn't like the idea of going all the way to London. Her English was not good, it was too far away and the people there already did not appreciate mutants. What was the point of going there?
"Well, you're not exactly staying in London," confessed Milana. She put on her coat and zipped it up, brushing her strawberry blonde hair out of her face. "You are to meet someone in London who will take you to New York with him. In New York there is a school for teens like you. I've already arranged it."
"But how?" asked Lena. "You've done all this in a matter of hours?"
Lena sensed that there was something that Milana was keeping from her, but she knew that Milana would not confide in her to tell. Milana was like that, secrets and mystery. Lena supposed that it was a natural behavior that came from telepaths. After all, they could read other people's secrets as well. Still, it bothered Lena to no end that Milana did not tell her exactly what was going on. But getting a secret out of Milana was as tough as getting world leaders to see the good things of life. So therefore, it was pretty damn near impossible.
"We better go now Lena," said Milana, grabbing her car keys. "Don't forget your suitcase and I will give you some pocket money."
"Da," replied Lena with a huge sigh. To think that one action could change your life in a matter of minutes.
**
Doch = Daughter
Zdrastvuytye = Polite way of saying hello
Da = Yes.
U menya y'est nyet doch = I have no daughter.
Short Prologue. I liked it though. Anyway, in Chapter 1, Lena meets Kurt Wagner in his image inducer form and they don't get off to a very good start. Lena develops a deep hatred for Germans and she begins to notice another side effect to her powers: Manipulating men with ease. Until next time friends! Tchao!
~*MDME*~