In a small, rural village in Germany-----
Kurt breathed heavily as he leaned himself against an ally wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. His last teleport had taken what little energy he had left out of him. His clothes were badly torn and he was covered in various bruises and cuts, but he would tend to those later------right now his main focus was staying hidden and staying safe.
His glowing yellow eyes anxiously darted around himself, trying to make sure that his perusers hadn't followed him. After a few long moments of nothing but silence, he decided it was safe enough to drop his guard if only for a moment......or at least until that mob found him again.
As he slid down against the ally wall his rapid breathing began to slow, and he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his nerves. He ran his hand over his badly bruised shoulder in a small gesture of self comfort----he would have to bandage it later. With a small sigh he opened his golden eyes to examine the rest of his body, which was doing worse if not better. Bruises and cuts of varying sizes covered his arms, chest and legs, and he was sure there were several more on his back which he couldn't see. He winced despite himself, he was going to be in a lot of discomfort the next few days.
As he closed his eyes once again he could feel exhaustion creep over him------ if he wasn't running for his life he would have passed out right there. Unfortunately he was running for his life, meaning if he fell asleep and they found him...........there was more than a fair chance that he wouldn't wake up again. He opened his eyes and shook his head to keep himself awake-----but one can only fight off exhaustion for so long----
And Kurt knew as his eyes slowly closed, and his vision faded to black------that it was a fight he wasn't going to win.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the town-----
"Come on kid, where are ya?" Wolverine growled to himself as he searched the empty streets of the small German village.
The whole reason he and the other X-men were there in the first place was to find (and hopefully recruit) a new mutant that Professor Xavier had located with Cerebro.-----This task was easier said than done, because for some strange reason the kid was constantly moving off of Cerebro's radar and reappearing somewhere else.
As he checked yet another alleyway he let out a growl of annoyance, it was empty.
"Damn...." he cursed, obviously agitated by his lack of success.
He was just about to turn around and go the other way, when something caught his nose. He paused then took in a deep breath of the air. He could immediately point out three different scents----none of which were pleasant. Fear, Panic.....and the last scent which made his eyes narrow. Blood.
He quickly pressed the button on his intercom and spoke.
"Charles, you might wanna tell Hank to prep the Blackbird's medical bay---- 'cause I smell blood, and lots of it."
And before the professor could even respond, Wolverine took off down the darkened village street----silently hoping that he wasn't too late.
"There it is! There's the demon!!"
"Quickly! Kill it before it escapes!"
"Send it back to the Hell from wince it came!"
"Oh, Lieber Gott----" Kurt whispered as he hurriedly backed away from the raging mob.
He only fallen asleep for a moment------but that one moment was all it took for the villager's to find him. The surrounding building walls were slick with rain, making them impossible for him to climb--- and he didn't have nearly enough strength to teleport.
So his only choice was to run.
His heart raced in his chest as stumbled back, his breath quickly catching in his throat. He could feel panic taking over him as the mob grew closer and closer----he backed away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the torches thrown his way.
As he desperately tried to escape he slipped on the rain-soaked ground and let out a sharp gasp of pain as he landed hard on his injured shoulder. Gripping his shoulder tightly he bit his lip, and tried ignore how badly he hurt as he pushed himself off of the ground with a bloodied hand. When he got to his feet he glanced up with fear-filled eyes and saw just how close the mob now was to him.
The fire from their torches illuminated their faces--- which could be seen even in the darkness. Kurt felt himself shudder at how much hate they had in their cold, anger-filled eyes. He couldn't help but ask himself what he ever did to deserve such hate---------but as he looked once more into their cold, darkened eyes----he knew the answer.
For being born.
As Kurt scrambled backwards, trying to keep his eyes on the mob----his back connected with something solid, and his glowing fear-filled eyes widened with horror.
He had backed into a wall-------there was no where for him to run.
As the mob closed in he crossed his arms over his head and closed his eyes, preparing for the attack. One man lifted his torch high in the air and with all his strength brought it down------
But a moment before it made impact, Kurt whispered a short prayer.
"Please forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do---"
As Logan rounded the street corner the smell of blood was overwhelming, and the sounds of shouting roared in his ears. He could immediately see a large crowd gathered at the front of an alleyway, blocking his view of whatever was going on in front of them.
But by the overwhelming smell of blood----he could very well guess on his own.
With a growl of outrage he charged the crowd, his claws shooting out of his hands with a snikt. Just as he was about to tear through the crowd, they all stopped moving, and a familiar voice rang through his head.
"No Logan! I've stopped them, there is no need for more violence!"
Logan whipped around and cast an accusing gaze at the man who had spoken. Professor Xavier wheeled his way towards Logan with a disapproving look on his face. Logan was about to growl out a reply, but he was quickly silenced by Xavier.
"We can discuss this later Logan-----right now we must tend to the boy." He said Solemnly, as his gaze turned towards the ally.
With a short nod, Logan quickly---and none to gently, made his way through the crowd of people until he made his way to the back of the ally.
He was completely taken back by what he saw.
It wasn't the boy's odd, almost demonic looking appearance that shocked him.
It was the fact that he laid motionless on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
At first Logan thought he was dead----but upon looking closer he noticed the slight rise and fall of the boy's chest, which was a good sign no matter how faint it was. It meant the kid still had a chance.
Carefully, Logan picked the boy up in his arms and made a face of disgust at his terrible condition. Blood stained his clothes and matted his fur, the red a starking contrast against the blue.
"Dammit—he's just a kid!" Logan growled, furious at what had happened to the poor boy.
As he lifted the boy off the ground, something silver fell from his neck, and though it was tarnished and covered with blood, Logan could clearly tell it was a cross. Logan looked at the silver necklace it in a bit of disbelief. He never would have thought that someone who looked-----well, the way the kid looked----would have faith. He was sure it was important to the boy, so he picked up the necklace and looked at it, before looking back to the boy. His disbelief slowly turned to rage as he glared at the people who were still frozen in place.
"Here's you're demon." he growled bitterly. As he made his way back through the crowd of people he couldn't help but let out a growl----it took all he had not to let out his claws.
The moment Logan stepped into sight the professor's face light up with shock and worry.
"Quickly---let's get him to the Blackbird." He said urgently, as he tried to recover from the shock.
Without a moment's hesitation Logan took off and headed straight to where the X-men had landed the Jet, while trying not to hurt the kid in his arms anymore than he already was. Logan didn't even look back to see if the professor had followed, but knowing him he was most likely erasing the villager's minds of everything they had happened.
"Hold on Kid, we're almost there." Logan said softly, and almost as if in response---the boy opened his eyes just a bit---then just as quickly as they opened, his eyes closed again. Logan doubted the kid even saw anything-----but still, it was a sign that he was still fighting.
And that was good enough for Wolverine.
Hey everyone, Thanks for reading! This is my first story so please review and let me know what I could improve~
Sorry if you thought it was too graphic or if anyone was out of character------ it's my first time writing the characters so I'm not very good at getting the personalities/actions just right.
Well anyway, till next time! I'll try to update soon, bye!
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