A/N : I really suck at grammar so... I understand that it isn't perfect and everything. but what ever. Enjoy

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He huddled against a wooden beam. It's rough material scratching the scars that had been so well hidden by his fur. The mutant held his head, fingernails clawing at his scalp as if it would drive away the pain. He had tried to ignore it... but the pounding had gotten louder.
and harder.
and more painful.
Now it was killing him. The boy could taste blood on his tongue from biting down so hard. His jaw had been tight so long that it was numb when he relieved it to put pressure on a different location. The mutants animal like instincts picked up another person Coming down this hall... He cocked his head to the side, no one ever came down here... The blue mutant let out a yelp, begging that no one could here it, as the pounding in his head synchronizedwith the oncoming footsteps. growing louder and harder as the person drew closer. He almost teleported away, but in between the throbbing and scattered thoughts, he feared that the attempt might put him in a wall. "what're you doing up this late elf?" Broke through his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see wolverine below him. The boy growled, he wanted to be left alone. "Go avay!" he practically yelled, he couldn't hear over the pounding. The man smirked, much to his annoyance.
"come down here Kurt, I ain't scared of ya."
Kurt snarled, if that was what it took to get him to go away... He jumped down from eh ceiling and revealed himself to the man, a growl resting in his throat.
"see?" the man joked. "was that so hard"
Kurt clenched his teeth and fists, another growl ripping out into the open.
"Vhat do you want?"
"Why are you up?" Logan grinned, he had recently enjoyed ticking the unsociable new recruit off.
"rrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."
"Nightmares?"
"shut up!" The teen snarled, he couldn't hear himself, just Logan... and the ever increasing pounding... It was changing... morphing.. the rock solid throb melting into cool liquid sounds... words... he couldn't understand...
"Listen kid, I know that you don't trust me, or the x-men, but this is your home, you should really..."
Kurt cut him off. "no." Water was brimming his eyes, the sounds beginning to clear... Reality was fading away...
"why? These people care about you, they love.."
"SHUT UP! NO THEY DON"T NO ONE DOES!" tears streamed down his face. Logan backed a little.

Kurt held his head, the pounding was mixing with the message, fatal sensory overload the least of his worries. New thoughts fighting the wall they built...
"Yes we do Kurt. Don't let what weapon X did get to you. What ever they said, don't listen..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The message was becoming clearer.. the pounding pushing him to a conclusion... Anger was pumping through his veins, anger towards wolverine, he was lying, just like everyone else.
"Listen to me, w-"
"SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP!"
Kurt lunged at Logan, sending his fists left and right. The liquid had settled, the message clear. Kill him. Kurt could feel the pain fading with every punch, an evil smile spreading across his lips as the man's face became covered in his own blood.
Kill him.
Wolverine unsheathed his claws with the traditional snnkt. Managing to catch the fast moving mutant across the chest. He yelped as a new pain burned over his collarbone, ceasing his punching for a moment. Apparently a moment was all the wolverine needed. Stabs of pain appeared all over his body, as logan ran his claws through him over and over. Kurt was thrown into a wall if only to reveal his condition. Blood gushed through his fur, coloring over the blue with crimson. HIs clothing reduced to bloody shreds. Anger boiled over, the once liquidity message now a scream.
Kill him.
Kurt pulled a knife from his pocket, leaping back into the battle. Logan let out a scream of agony as Kurt's blade dived into his stomach. Even more so when the teen yanked upward.
Kill him.
He sliced deep gashes into every open area on the man's body. Frustration and fear wrapping it's arms around his heart as each of wolverines wounds healed, mocking his own. Blood began to fill his mouth and engulf his fur. Each of his weakened blows matched with two or three deep scratches.
"You don't want to do this elf!" Wolverine snarled, throwing him across the room. Kurt heard another yelp escape his gritted teeth.
"Done yet?" Logan growled, irritation coating the hope in his voice. Nightcrawler glanced up, wolverine wasn't even breaking a sweat, whilst he on the other hand was, was gasping and coughing up blood all over himself and the carpet. Wherever he was a puddle of red liquid followed. Between pants he leaped back up into animantium claws. Wolverine slashed wildly, barely managing to contain his rage. After throwing Kurt off of his back again, to let his wounds heal, the man noticed the boy's eyes. They were empty. Like someone had pushed him back into his subconscious.

Pain was taking over again, the large amount of his own blood lost beginning to falter him.
no..
Kill him!
"vhy!" He whimpered aloud, gaining Logan's attention.
"why what elf?"
Kill him!
"I can't!" Kurt cried, tears free falling down his bloody face.
Then let him kill you.

Logan quirked an eyebrow. What was he talking about. The man instinctively sniffed the air, Kurt's fear completely engulfed in the intoxicating amount of blood. Logan could tell how close Kurt was to death, and how much he welcomed it.
"KURT STOP IT!"
Kurt snarled and stood, blood poring from his wounds. He lunged again, but was caught and dropped on the floor.
"FIGHT ME!" He cried, lunging again only to meet wolverine's fist. He slammed into the wall, it's hard impact increasing the pain of his existing wounds. Before he could hit the ground again, Logan wrapped his hand around Kurt's neck and pinned him to the wall. Jabbing his thumb in just the right spot to cut off his oxygen. "Listen to me. What they did to you, what they shoved into your head, fight it!" Logan snarled.
"I-I can't! NO!" HE sobbed in ragged gasps. "We're your friends, we can help... we won't betray you..."
Kurt felt the years in that damned prison cell, the beatings, the men and women he killed, all building up. "YES YOU WILL! THEY ALL DO! NO ONE WANTS ME I"M AN ABOMINATION A MONSTER AN EXPERIMENT NOTHING MORE!" he sobbed, coughing and gagging on his own blood. His entire body was cold, and shaking.
"No. You're not Kurt. I know what they put you through. What they did to They were lying."
"NO YOU DON'T.. THEY DIDN'T! THEY WERE RIGHT! THEY...THEY.. HAD TO BE!" He kept sobbing, muttering things to himself and growing weaker every second.
"that's it." Logan let him fall. Kurt glanced up sheepishly and cringed as Logan began to yell.
"Kid Listen, The Prof, the x-men, and I. We're your friends, we DO care. And we want to help." His voice softened and he held out his hand.
"Now either you accept it, or bleed to death. Which is it gonna be?"

Kurt winced and stared at the hand for a moment.

Don't trust anyone.
Kill him.
"I.." he whimpered. He was scared... Unstable.. Unsure..
Kill him now.

He sighed, pushing the thoughts as far down as he could. "Elf?" Logan's voice hummed, impatiently.
Kurt pushed his bloody mutated hand into wolverines, earning a smile from the man.
"Now stand." Kurt did as told, his body shaking the entire way. Wolverine quirked an impressed eyebrow as the kid worked his way around the pain to follow orders. Fear was actually beginning to overcome the smell of gore, the reason a mystery to no one. He couldn't breath, pain slowly numbing his connection to his limbs. As soon as he was standing Nightcrawler's legs buckled underneath him, and he fell at Logan's feet, red pooling under him. He saw flickering images of Logan's face, and felt his strong arms wrap around him.

*Flashback*
Kurt leaned against his cage. He was whimpering, bleeding, crying.. ""sie teten sie" (Zey killed zem...) His whimpering was interrupted by strong arms picking him up. He screamed as something sharp was ran across his shoulders.
"Anschlag! Bitte! Anschlag!" (Stop! Please! Stop!) Kurt kicked and screamed, finally after a few more seconds the man threw him down... into a tank.
"Hello weapon thirteen." a strange man grinned, his eyes revealing what he wanted to do.
"Mien name ist Kurt!" he choked.
"No. You're not human, you don't have a name. a soul. you're an animal. do you understand?" The man snarled pressing a button near the tank. Kurt yelped as sharp anamantium spikes began to appear on each side of his cage. "Teleport."
"vas?" he sniffed.
"don't act dumb weapon thirteen, now teleport out or die." The spikes got closer...
"I can't! it hurts!" "Do it."
A woman ran over, the fear in her eyes nothing compared to Kurt's.
"Are you insane! Stryker he's eight! A child!"
"Shut up Mrs. Kelli." He cocked a gun to her head. "Get out."
She backed and did as told, gambling a pitiful glance at the doomed boy.
Kurt felt the sharp metal penetrate parts of his skin, blood running down random places on his body.
"Teleport out."
"I-I'm t-trying.." more pain.
*end flashback*

"calm down elf." The wolverine whispered. He stopped and closed his eyes, not realizing that the loud cries and whimpers were his own. He stopped pulling away, the memory fading before it could end. His body was getting colder, and sleep was the only thing that could relieve him.

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