Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I wrote this because I love the Blue Elf, the ultimate muse, and have no intention of making a profit off of him. This is my first journey into multi chapter fanfic. Enjoy! Please leave reviews!
Nightcrawler's Guilt
Kurt ran so fast through the forest brush, trying to escape the seeker.
A nice game of the good old haut und sucht., Kurt thought, pinning himself to an enclave of a bulky tree.
"Guten hiding." He said silently trying not to snicker and suppressed his excitement.
Finally, he saw his seeker coming from the right. The seeker came up closer and closer to Kurt's spot, turning and looking all around for the hiders. This was so much fun to Kurt, trying to be found. It made his adrenaline rush, besides teleportation of course.
After what seemed like forever the seeker became frustrated. Kurt moved a little and the seeker heard very well. Heavily clothed due to cold weather, the seeker walked around the tree and heard a quick Bamf sound, knowing full well who the potential captive was.
"Kurt, no powers." She yelled loudly. "So not fair."
"Vhat do you expect, Amanda? I do not listen to everything you say." He replied from high in the tree.
"This is vhy I can't stand playing vith you." She stomped back towards the main circus campground. "Or having you as a little brother." Kurt just giggled at her. Being the youngest did have its benefits.
He teleported down to the forest floor still laughing. "Voo. I feelwunderbar."
Then it happened.
An eerie feeling tingled up Kurt's spine. He suddenly turned around, alert to any threat trying to harm him. Something was definitely there; he could sense it in both his head and heart. Blood pumped through his vessels rapidly as he assessed the situation.
"Now who is the seeker?" The voice spoke with resonance.
"Show yourself, or are you afraid of me?" Kurt poised into fighting stance.
He felt a breath on the back of his neck. Kurt jumped slightly and turned around, his lips quivering incessantly at the horrific sight. His brother, Stefan, stood before him covered in blood, his eyes glowing with a red hue.
"There's nothing to hide here mein bruder."
"Stefan, vhat has happened?"
"It vas all your fault. Vhy did you not save me?" Kurt backed up from his brother.
"Vhy, Kurt!!" Stefan screamed at him.
"I'm sorry!" Kurt woke up to the sound of his alarm. He noticed all of his sheets were soaked from the sweat glistening all over his body. Once he settled back to his senses, he pounded the alarm clock to switch it off, knocking over his encased rapier in the process. He rubbed his eyes due to his lack of sleep and was once again late for work when he saw the actual time: 3:20 P.M.
Scheisse!
Joey I. was going to kill him. He got up in a rush, tended to his hygiene, dressed and Bamfed all in 5 minutes.
Joey Ioni, owner of Ioni's Pizza, peered at his wristwatch. He had given Kurt so many chances to redeem his ill prompt behavior. Today might be the last straw. Joey leaned back in his office chair to relieve physical stress in his lower back.
"This boy is going to be the death of me." He said with a thick Italian accent.
As if on cue, Kurt appeared in a cloud of sulfur rich smoke and falling against the wall, making him even more in favor with his boss. He rubbed his derriere and Joey looked down on him with no pity.
"Joey, mein freund, I apologize for my lateness, but I-" Kurt started and his boss cut him off.
"Fourth time, Kurt." Joey's eyes enlarged. "In two weeks not to mention you are LATE! No phone call. Boy you are pulling the last string of my arthritic nerves."
"I am very, very sorry Joey." Kurt had no excuse.
"I hire you when no one else would because of your 'condition.' All I ask is for you to clean this place. That's it son." Joey sighed heavily and Kurt hung his head down.
"God knows I need a therapist." Joey said to himself.
"One and final chance." He remarked.
Kurt lifted his head and bounced up from the ground.
"You vill not regret this mein freund." Kurt hugged him with a six finger death grip.
"Let me go." Joey huffed.
Kurt smiled a fangful grin at him. "Get to work there Dracula."
And with much reinstated vigor, Kurt got right to work, sweeping and mopping behind the counter work stations. Not too many people were in the restaurant today, which gave Kurt less visibility. Joey let him have the job to stay behind the scenes, and it was Kurt's intent keep it that way.
Being active kept everything at home off his mind. Or at least he would hope so. He still retained the image of Stefan in his head.
Mein Gott help me, he recited to himself endlessly to get through the shift.
The dreams were occurring frequently and sleep had become Kurt's enemy. It had only been a month since he left Germany. Still he knew, one day he would have to confess Stefan's demise to his family and ultimately, himself.