This is my first fan fiction and I hope everyone likes it. If you have any comments or questions feel free to say or ask. This is going to be a multi-chapter story and, with the exception of this chapter, it will be pretty dark. Just a worning
Chapter 1: When It All Went Wrong
South-East Germany: 10:26 P.M.
"What were you possibly thinking?" Screamed a very frustrated mother of three named Margali. "You could have gotten someone killed!"
Her youngest child, Kurt, avoided making eye contact with her and began to quietly cry. Unlike Margali's other two children, Kurt was adopted after being found abandoned in the woods as a baby. The differences don't stop there. With short blue fur all over his body, a tail, fangs, deformed hands and feet, and glowing yellow eyes, he is very clearly a mutant.
"I didn't mean to hurt anyvone… it vas only a joke… I'm sorry mutter." The seven year-old said as he chanced a quick glance at his infuriated mother only to find her snarling at him. She never treated her other children badly, but when it came to Kurt, it sometimes became brutal to the point of physical and mental abuse. This was looking to be one of those times.
"A JOKE!" She screamed, "No Kurt, a joke would be putting a tack on someone's chair, not intentionally spooking the horses when they are being walked to their post! You are lucky that no one was trampled to death! Now we have to pay the hospital bill for the stable boy with money that we don't have! Do you have any idea how expensive the surgeries to fix his broken collar bone and shoulder are going to be?" Margali took a step forward and smacked Kurt across the face. The boy hit the ground and began to cry out in pain. He didn't have very long to recover from the strike before his adoptive mother picked him up into the air by the collar of his shirt. She looked him right in his eyes when she spoke. "I never should have taken you in! All you have ever been is a burden to everyone you come into contact with. You are a freak of nature! You always have been and you always will be! Consider yourself lucky if you wake up in the morning. At least then you will know that no one has killed you in your sleep!"
She then flung the child onto the cold, hard ground before she walked away without a second look. The young mutant laid there shivering for a few minutes. He was used to being yelled at and even being struck, but his mind would never get used to the harshness of words. His mother's voice continued to play in his head. 'I never should have taken you in!' A sudden realization caused the boy to lift his furry head up toward the stars. 'Maybe she is right. Maybe it vould be better if I had never been found by her.' He thought to himself. Only one option seemed logical to the child. 'I have to run avay.' And so he did.
Into the dark woods he ran until all signs of civilization were mere memories in his mind. He ran for as long as his body would let him before his legs gave out from under him. By that time, there was no turning back. The blue child was helplessly lost and exhausted beyond belief. With every labored breath his body shook violently. Only the sound of his racing heart was audible in his sensitive ears.
Suddenly, a strange noise filled the air. "BAMF!" The child looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin with a start. Standing directly in front of him was a man. Not only had he seemingly come out of nowhere, but he had a striking resemblance to Kurt himself. He too looked like a demon, only red, not blue.
" Wh… who are you?" Said the blue mutant as he caught his breath. The other mutant smiled down at him before speaking.
"My name is Azazel. You sure have grown since the last time I saw you Kurt. How old are you now? Six? Seven maybe?" Kurt just stared at the strange man before him. Despite the fact that he looked like a model of what the devil himself is supposed to look like, he seemed very kind. When Kurt didn't answer his first question, Azazel threw another at him. "Finally fed up with the humans are we?" Kurt nodded. "Not that I blame you of course. Those homo-sapiens aren't very fond of our kind, especially that Margali woman. If only I had known how she was going to treat you… Anyway, may I ask what your plan is now that you have run away from home?"
"Uhhhh… I vas planning on… Vait! How do you know so much about me?" Kurt asked accusingly.
"A father should know some things about his son." Azazel said with a stern look on his face. Kurt froze and looked up at the man once again. 'Could he really be mein papa?' He thought to himself. Noting the questioning look in the boy's eyes, Azazel continued. "Look at us Kurt. We are the same, you and I."
"If you really are mein papa," said Kurt, "then you abandoned me to die as an infant!" Kurt stood up to try and make himself look stronger even though he was feeling very frail. Azazel looked down sadly for a moment, regret written all over his red face.
"I did not abandon you to die Kurt. I left you for only a moment, in order to keep you safe. That Margali took you from me. It is my biggest regret that I didn't take you back from her." Azazel placed his hands on the young mutant's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Fate has given me a second chance concerning you and I hope you let me take it. Come with me my son. I will never let anyone take you from me again, I promise." He held out his hand for his son to take.
Kurt thought for a moment. 'I have never known another person like me before.' He glanced down at where Azazel's tail nervously swooshed back and forth. 'I can't go back to Margali, to that life of pain. Besides, I have alvays vanted a papa.' Azazel smiled as Kurt's small hand with just two fingers and a thumb grasped his outstretched hand firmly.
"I think it's about time we got out of these woods. What do you think?" Asked the father to his son.
"I think ve have a lot of catching up to do." And with that, the two strange looking mutants vanished in a cloud of fire and smoke with nothing but the smell of brimstone and an echoing "BAMF" to hint that they were ever even there.