There was nothing he could do to save himself. He huddled up and raised his arms to protect himself.
"Please don't hurt me," he whimpers. His voice is beautiful, his body, though, is horribly skeletal. He closes his golden eyes and prepares for the worst as the mob approaches ever closer.
Before the crowd reaches him however, they freeze in mid-movement. However, the young man seems unaffected. His sobs are nerve-wracking.
A creature, blue-furred and tailed, with all the appearance of a demon come to life, walks up to the huddling figure. The creature reaches out one of his hands and takes hold of his arm.
"It's okay. Take my hand. We'll get you away from here."
"Who are you?"
"Kurt Wagner, better known as Nightcrawler. Another one like you is here—his name is Arik. What is yours?"
"Monsieur, I have no name. But you may call me Erik," the masked person replies as he opens his eyes and takes Kurt's hand.