Welcome to the First Day of Your Life,
Kurt Wagner!
I, The Queen Baby, own nothing from this except the love child of Storm and Nightcrawler. All other credit goes to Marvel and Fox. Mostly Marvel. Haha
This is a series of one shots involving our own blue fuzzy elf. Yes, this Kurt will be furry like in the comics, but he will be set within the movie verse, and some of his major turning points. Because life isn't about the amount of breathes you take, but the moments that take your breath away. This is my first fan fic, so I apologize ahead of time. I suck at accents, so I'm not going to bother. And let's pretend all this dialogue is in German. Constructive criticism much appreciated. Kurroro.
Chapter 1: Mystique
A dark and menacing night, the cold night air filled with pain and fear. Out of the brush comes running a young woman, full of dread. Her breath ragged, red hair a mess. Her once beautiful gown torn and splashed with mud. She would have been a beauty if not for her present condition of running for her life. She was carrying a bundle of blankets in her arms, clutching desperately to it, like a beacon of hope. Dark clouds and thunder formed and roared above her pretty little head. "Great. Just fucking great. As if it couldn't get any worse" She muttered to herself. She gave a desperate attempt to protect her little package from the oncoming assault of nature raining down upon her from the heavens. She was praying she would get out of this alive. As she panted and scurried to a destination she did not know, she tripped over a tree root slightly above the ground. As she fell, her package landed in front of her. The little bundle of blankets began to move. And one could hear the cries of a rather unhappy little baby. "So this is what became of the mighty Baroness Strosser" thought the young woman.
She had been living the high life. Married to one of the wealthiest men in this part of Germany. She had everything she wanted. Riches, power, clothes, jewelry, a huge estate, and a foolish husband to boot. Well, for the most part anyway. He wasn't much to look at, but he proved to be a smart business move. Then along came that stupid Azazel character. The man was quite the sexy devil, one would put. A smooth talker, smart, powerful, and beautiful. She was quite infatuated with him. But it wasn't until he revealed that he knew what she really was that she fell. She wasn't as young as she let on. That she wasn't the fair skinned beauty that all the men fawned over and all the women wished they could be. No, but for the all new breed of beauty she was.
The little bundle started crying louder. Raven coaxed the baby as well as she could, she couldn't risk the villagers finding where they were. She felt safe enough to stop her charade. She transformed into what she really was. Her fair skin turned into a deep blue. Those perfect blue eyes lost their pupils, as her whole eyes turned a bright yellow that stood as a beautiful contrast to her skin. Her long slender frame, curving and soft in all the right places started to protrude little scales. Her once white gown hugged tightly in the rain. "Hush little one. It will be alright", she coaxed.
He called her a new kind of beauty. They made love on an alter. While no one else was there. He said she was a new kind of Goddess, and that he wanted to worship her, right then and there. He made her feel accepted in the first time in her life. She was born different. Never knew what normality was until she discovered that she could change her appearance at will. But she would always be just a reflection of another's beauty. Not her own. But Azazel, he made her see things different. Her first time making love. Sure, she fucked before, but always under a different persona, for something other than love. The next day she found him. She wanted so bad to be with him, her first true love. To be his, and his only forever. To be accepted for what she was without judgment. He revealed his true colors there, in more ways than one. He was red! With pointed ears. Three fingers and two toes. And a long spaded tail. But other than that, he was the same. What others called the Devil standing before her, she called a God. A true work of beauty, that took her breath away. She told him, that she bore his child. He said "How fortunate for you. Tell me, does your husband know?" bearing a smile that showed off those pearly white fangs. What! She was carrying his Child within her. She cannot go back to her present life. He told her to be very careful. That as much as he loved the night they shared, where he went, she could not be. It must be this way. He said, her looks, her choices, her life, where a mystery to all. Even her. "A mystique, if you will. And that is how I will remember you." Her heart was broken that day. She swore vengeance, on Azazel for fooling her, and leaving her. Well, she thought at least, now I can have the child I always longed for. She would be a better mother then her own. Her mom always made her feel the monster, compared to her all too perfect blonde sister. God, she wanted a girl, to make up what she never had. She rather liked what he called her. "Mystique" she whispered to herself and her little baby. If she could survive this, she may actually keep this persona. Her husband was suspicious of the affair. But glad to hear of a child of his own. He hoped he was wrong. But what he got that night was a demon from hell. Surely a punishment from God upon his once beloved Raven. He was furious. "No! That demon cannot be mine. He is made from the sin of your infidelity, Raven. And I will see you both killed for betraying me" he screamed. She took her baby and ran. Ran and ran and cried at what she gave birth to. A monster, a freak just like her, cursed, just like her.
And the villagers came for their demise. "Witch whore and Demon Bastard" they cried. The same people that once admired her. She had hidden within a cave for about a week. Surviving off the berries and fruit of the land. All the while trying to keep her little baby warm. "Yup, he definitely belongs to Azazel and me" She laughed. Her little baby boy. Blue like her. And with golden eyes you could melt in. Such a healthy and happy baby, all chubby and smiles. Covered in dark blue fur. With indigo locks. And what a smile. Such little sharp fangs he was born with. While all others looked upon her baby with fear, she looked at him with a mother's love. He had his father's devilish good looks. Literally. His fingers and toes. His smile and ears. And not to mention, his long spaded tail. "Welcome to your life little one. What a journey you shall have if you can survive this." But then those damn villagers were on their tail again, no pun attended. Raven could go on no longer. If she could not save her baby, she wanted to make sure he died a quick death, rather than at the hands of those savages. One last chance to save her life, at the expense of her son. She went to the edge of the cliff. Off the cliff was a stream of water rushing down. Raven could hear the chants and yells of the angry mob. She thought really hard, and felt her body transform. She became taller, broader. Her facial features transformed. She felt her beard growing. She looked like any typical farmer. "They are getting closer" she thought. She stood as a man carrying her forsaken son. She turned facing the villagers. They were carrying extinguished torches, swords, knives, pitch forks. All with hate and fear on every feature of their filthy faces. Horrid creatures men were. But was she any better? NO! She needed to survive this. To take over. To find Azazel, and kill her husband. She kept telling herself that she could give her son a quick and hopefully painless death, as compared to the tortures these monsters had planned to send her son back to hell, as they put it. The hard part was making this horrible act of mercy seem like an act of hate. Make them believe what they saw, and not suspect her.
She held her head high, as her heart was being crushed. She turned to face the mob that formed not ten feet in front of her. The faces that once held such "bravery" and confidence, was now filled with fear. Yeah, brave, attack a poor woman and new born child. They cried, "He has the demon." "But where is that harlot from hell" another yelled. She spoke. "I have already killed the woman. Her body burst into flames and is gone. Now I have the child." A man spoke from the crowd, "Well then my good sir, what do we do with that spawn of Satan?" "I killed the mother. Now I will take care of him. And send him down below." "Yes, send that demon back to hell, with his family. To burn." Some yelled. She turned to face the small water fall. Yes, she prayed that this fall would kill him quickly. She lifted her little baby up above her head. Tears rolling down her face that were hidden by the rain. Her expression of sorrow and guilt. "I am so sorry my little one. God help you." She whispered in her true voice.
And she let her hands go. As the little blue baby fell further down, she turned away. She couldn't bear to see his demise. She turned back to the filthy vermin that was gathered before, and spoke. "The child is dead, and cannot plague us any further." She disgusted herself. The mob cheered and went into a mini frenzy. "We are rid of those monsters from hell. We are free." They yelled. "Yes, let us return back to our homes and feast, drink and be merry!" Another boasted. And as they walked away, all full of pride of a job well done, Raven walked back into the forest. Swearing revenge on all who betrayed her, and killed her son. Yes, her heart turned black that day, and she was truly separated from the human race. No longer calling herself by her slave name Raven. But of the name fate and Azazel bestowed upon her, Mystique.
But what Mystique failed to notice when she turned away, was a puff of blue smoke that engulfed the tiny baby and sent him to a place unknown. Azazel was there on the other side of the cliff, watching from a well hidden branch in a tree, in his true form. "My dear Raven, I thought one as cunning and powerful as you could have done better with our bouncing baby boy. Farewell son, I shall send you to a safer place, and perhaps, we shall meet again one day." And with that, he also disappeared in his own smoke, leaving only behind a faint smell of fire and brimstone.
So that's the end of chapter one. Now we witnessed the beginnings of Nightcrawler. And get to get acquainted with his parents. Azazel is a mutant of ancient times that resembles a demon. In the comics he went as far as to call himself Satan, and lives in an alternate dimension similar to hell. He has many children, all teleporters, in hopes to reopen the gate to this world for longer periods. He saved baby Nightcrawler. This chapter is a little dark, but most of the rest wont. This was mostly to explain his start in life through his mother's eyes. Also, I am not bothering with accents. The most I will do for Kurt is ja. So just pretend this whole chapter was in German. Next chapter, baby crawler finds his adoptive family. Yay.
The Queen Baby.