This is my first fic, so be nice. There are translations on the bottom of the page. Thanx for reading.
Meine Sünde
Lightning crashed through the sky as a bitter rain poured down the pain of the school. It was a chilling night, one that bit at flesh and nipped noses. The rain didn't help the cold weather either. It only froze bystanders more.
The children in the school had been put to bed hours ago. The night was young and cast a deathly shadow upon the school. Random students and teachers awoke amidst the night and walked about the school. One could hear small feet prodding aimlessly throughout the house. The floor creaked involuntarily beneath their weight. In this school, however, it was normal to find people awake at early times of night.
In this school, the teachers, and many students had a lot to worry about, maybe too much. The principal had recently passed away in a queer mishappening. Scott Summers, a teacher in the school, and Dr. Jean Gray, had also passed in the same turn of events. The school had moved on with Ororo leading the way, but scars were still left from the engagement. Nobody had healed enough to speak of the deeds yet, not even Logan. Oddly enough he had stayed behind at the school. Most children, including Rouge, had expected him to leave right after the funerals.
One person, had however accepted the misgivings and had propped himself by the tombstones in sullied prayer. He murmured in a soothing manner, almost in an alluring tone, slowly from his navy lips. It was hard to understand through his heavy German accent. But one could tell he was in prayer by his deepened dramatic voice. He had positioned himself in front of the tombstones in a kneeling stance. His blue tortoise-like hands were clasped together and his head was bend down slightly. He shivered involuntarily through the prayer; the rain obviously had gotten through he down jacket and probably was seeping through the rest of his tattered garments.
"Unser Vater der Kunst im Himmel," He stuttered as the lightning began crashing harder. "geheiligt seien Sie Ihr Name, ihr Königreich kommt, ihr Wille wird gemacht…"
Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done…
His voice was shivering and he flinched taking a quick glance at the sky, thinking to himself that this would be the final prayer of the night. The thunder and lightning became more apparent as the sky grew darker and the lightning, brighter.
"Auf der Erde, wie es im Himmel ist, geben Sie uns den Aufenthalt von unserem täglichen Brot und vergibt uns von truspasses, wie wir jene vergeben, der trusspass gegen uns…"
On earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us…
He clutched the cross around his neck in his trembling hand as he came to the next verse. It was the most vital verse in the prayer to him, the most personal. Temptation, he feared was after him once again. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to wash the sin from his mutant bones.
"Please Vater." He murmured through clenched fangs. "Deliver me."
He unsteadily began murmuring the last of the prayer…slowly, to drive the demons from him. "und führen Sie uns nicht in Versuchung und befreien Sie uns dafür von Bösem Ihr ist ewig und je das Königreich."
And lead us not into TEMPTATION, but deliver us from EVIL, for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever.
He opened his amber eyes as he shouted. "AMEN!"
The thunder roared loader through the shouts. He quickly glanced up, shaking from fear and cold. Then, almost automatically, he closed his eyes in concentration. Once he opened them, he found himself under the back porch of the school; gray smoke had already dissipated from around him. His fangs shivered as he gently tried to "dust" the rain from his coat. He brushed the water and shook his body, trying frantically to obtain warmth. He shook himself one last time, before residing for the night. He glanced in the house and closed his eyes again in deep contemplation. In a matter of seconds he was inside, dripping onto the hardwood floor.
He agilely ran up the stairs, not even making the smallest sound. His limp body slithered through the hallways running quickly past dorms in complete silence. It wouldn't have mattered however, he considered, after reaching his door, half the children were probably awake from the storm.
Storm…Kurt closed his amber eyes forcefully, already regretting thinking of her. It was odd though, he wondered, that it was so turbulent outside. It had been raining all week, storm after storm, the one more violent then the last.
Kurt shook the ideas from his head and quickly opened the door to his dorm. He pulled his wet overcoat from his body and laid it on a hanger in the closet. He peeled the rest of his clothes off, gently outlining all his fine markings. He gently traced over his symbols, remembering each.
He traced over one symbol on his left upper arm and winced. Thoughts of envy, wrath, and greed filled his mind as he traced over the marking, three of the seven sins. He remembered each one, so perfectly. Striker hadn't erased everything from his memories. Although, he wish he had. He had been found by a kind lady. Kurt couldn't exactly remember her name or her appearance; his vision was fuzzy, blurry, almost opaque. He remembered the woman's daughter though.
Amanda was her name he decided, pulling her memory from his mind. She was beautiful, fun, and vivid. Kurt traced the mark in a trance almost, experiencing his adventures with Amanda in the circus one last time. He saw them playing on the high wire and picking fun at the elephants.
But soon, the fun images faded, Kurt closed his eyes sulkily, as he remembered Amanda's boyfriend. Kurt grasped his chest, as he felt a pierce of sorrow strike it. He had fallen love with Amanda, despite the fact that they were stepbrother and sister and mutant and human. The idea to him now seemed foolish, but then, he had truly and deeply loved her. When he had seen her with another man, sinful, horrible thoughts had filled his head.
Envy had come first of course, then wrath, and finally greed. They all seemed to come hand and hand in this situation. Kurt hissed in pain as he realized his was digging his nails into the symbols. He pulled away from the scar, breathing heavily.
"Deliver me." He murmured, closing his eyes as he clutched his cross to his chest.
He quickly pulled on his boxers and a white shirt, trying to ignore his other signs of sloth, gluttony, and pride. It was still raining, harder that ever. Kurt glanced out the window, noticing the huge, gray sullen clouds across the hidden sky.
"Sie ist sour? (1) " He asked himself in wonder, as he turned and quickly wrapped himself in a robe.
Kurt quickly lied down and closed his eyes, trying desperately to ignore the pounding rain against the window pain. He would not give in to the final sin. He had the others and that was enough. He couldn't afford Lust, anything but lust.
That is the beginning. Tell me wut you think. It gets better later so check back soon.
(1) She is angry?