A/N: I got this idea when I was mourning over Kurt Wagner's death (616 dimension). So, I Evo-vised him, warped the facts, threw in my imagination, and came up with this! Hope you all enjoy!
Dedicated to my Kurt. May he rest in peace until the X-Men writers make him come back to life. Cause they will, and we all know it.
No X-Man truly dies.
Author: Yin
Story: Death Has No Hold
Chapter One: A Day Like No Other
Kurt took a deep breath in. This was it. This was what his entire life had led him up to. And that was...beating his friends in this foot race!
It was Saturday. He, alongside his fellow X-Men (not to mention his beautiful girlfriend), had walked to a nearby breakfast joint. After stuffing his face with pancakes, waffles, eggs, sausages, and bacon, Kurt had challenged everyone to this contest.
So that's where he was now. His arms swung at his sides, his feet pounded the sidewalk. Although he was in the lead, he could hear them close behind. Dropping to all fours, Kurt increased in velocity.
"Okay man! You've proved your point!" Evan shouted. "Dude, I am way to full for this..."
Kurt was not one to be fooled. He was the master at pranks, and he wasn't going to let his friend trick him like that.
He had said to the end of the street, and he meant it. He would be the first to make it there. Even if the others slowed and stopped, as they were now, he would not.
One pursued him. He recognized her footsteps, her bare feet following him. Her shoes clanged against each other as she held them firmly, her determination was evident. Nobody could say that Amanda Sefton was a quitter.
Kurt rounded the block's corner at breakneck speed, almost crashing into a strange man. He was clad in a dark robe, and a pointed hat that reminded Kurt of the Ku Klux Klan. "Uh...sorry..." Kurt stuttered, unsure what to say.
"Mutie," The man snarled. "I've been waiting a long time for you."
Kurt was alarmed. This was not right, not right at all. As he turned to teleport away, someone bumped into him from behind.
"Kurt!" Amanda cried. "Kurt?" Her gaze went up to the odd person who was blocking their way.
"And your mutie loving girlfriend is here to witness it as well. My day keeps getting better and better," He sounded amused, as if he knew something they did not.
"Amanda-" Kurt started, pushing her behind him. Neither of them saw what happened next.
In one, swift, fluid motion, the man drew a gun. He didn't even hesitate as he pulled the trigger, laughing aloud. "In the name of humanity!" He yelled as Kurt crumpled to the ground. "My work here is done," He smugly replied to what he had done. He jumped on a nearby motorcycle, his no doubt, and spun away in the opposite direction.
Amanda screamed. It was loud, and in the thin air, it pierced the ears of anyone nearby. "Kurt? Kurt?!" She begged for any sign of life. Cautiously, she flipped him over.
The sight that beheld her would haunt her the rest of her life.
Kurt's eyes were wide open, in either fear or pain. Perhaps both. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his hand clutching his shirt. But that wasn't the gruesome part.
Amanda could vividly see the hole. It had gone straight through Kurt's clothes, and tears dripped down her cheeks as as blood began to seep out.
Kurt just stared blankly upwards. His normally bright, golden eyes were now a dull, sickening yellow. He blinked, but it was slow, and troubled. His precious face was contorted in agony. All he saw was the crisp, blue sky, no cloud in sight. The concrete he lay on was cold. Something warm and sticky was on his hand, and his whole body burned.
Somebody was shaking him. He couldn't hear what they were saying, and he almost laughed as he realized that they sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher.
Several familiar faces came into view. He couldn't quite make out who they were though.
A loud thump kept echoing in his ears, and it hit Kurt that that was his heartbeat. It was odd, quicker than the norm. It made him think that something was really wrong.
Attempting to breathe, it scared Kurt when he couldn't. The air that he took in was little, and insufficient.
He was terrified.
Something wet dripped onto his cheek. For a split second his vision cleared, and he saw his Amanda. She was crying so hard, sobbing. She cradled him, yelling out to the world. She was visibly shaking, and Kurt knew he could not comfort her.
That's when Kurt stopped hearing something. The swift rhythm, the constant pounding of his heart, it was now gone.
His eyes clouded over, and the last thing he saw was the still rising sun behind his girlfriend. The black corroded his mind, and then there was nothingness.
"No!" Amanda cried out. Kurt's eyes closed for the final time. "No! Kurt! Please! Don't!" She pleaded. No amount of words could amount to what had happened in mere seconds.
He was so still. Her Kurt was gone, lifeless in her arms. But he couldn't be, he just couldn't be! It was impossible, he had a full life ahead of him! He would surprise her any moment now, jumping up, laughing at her stupidity. She would hit him, then cry, and kiss him. She knew better. He couldn't die. He was invincible. He was Nightcrawler.
So Amanda waited, for what felt like an eternity. She could see everyone running about. The professor and the other teachers had arrived, but they all pretended it was to late, much to late. They were buying into Kurt's prank.
That's all it was. A joke. A really good, and a really bad, joke. And Amanda was prepared to give Kurt an earful when he woke up. And...and she...she would...
She gazed down at the limp form. Logan was trying to lift the body out of her reach, his grim face even that much more solemn. But she didn't want to let him go. He was hers, and she was his. They had pledged their hearts to each other.
Ororo and Jean took her by the shoulders, guiding her away. She vaguely heard the weather witch say something about her being in shock, and Jean commenting that they all were.
They drove in silence to the Mansion. There was nothing to say, nothing to ask. Logan was already on the trail.
When they pulled up, they rushed to the infirmary. Kurt was already there, and they all wanted to know if there was any hope.
Hank was closing the door behind him. He shook his head in despair.
As the door shut, Amanda could see Kurt's silhouette. The sheet was pulled up over his face.
That's when it truly hit her.
Kurt was dead.
Charles called her parents. In her mind, Amanda knew they would be surprised. They had forbidden her from seeing her elf so many months ago, and she had deliberately disobeyed them.
But it didn't matter anymore. The only person she had ever loved, the only person she had ever cared for with her entire heart, was now gone, and there was no changing that.
Amanda crept into the infirmary. Well, crept was a strong word. She didn't sneak in, and she didn't try to hide. She just had to go see Kurt...her Kurt...as a closing.
Pulling a chair up, Amanda sat beside the bed. Kurt's hand dangled off the edge, and without thought, she reached out to feel his soft fur. Her fingers entangled around his.
She jerked back quickly. He was so cold already. So stiff.
A single tear dripped down her cheek, splashing the white covers below her. Amanda could no longer hold it in.
Throwing herself on her beloved, she wept. She wept for both the good times and the bad they had together, she wept for what happened, and she wept for what could have happened.
His life was done, and hers was too. There was nothing left in the world to live for.
Somebody touched her shoulder. Amanda jumped, blinking up at the the person who disturbed her.
"My poor baby girl..." Margali stood there, grief stricken.
Amanda fell into her mother's arms. "Mama..." She blubbered. it would be the last word she would say for a long time.
Margali stroked her daughter's hair, she too crying. She may not have approved of the young blue mutant who had led Amanda away, but she hadn't wanted him dead.
Amanda clearly cherished him. She had always respected them, except when it came to this boy. He was special to her, more dear than any other. She was suffering a great loss, and there was nothing Margali could do to comfort her only child. Amanda's heart was shattered into a million pieces, and only time would heal this wound.
Suddenly, Amanda stopped. She looked up at her mother, her face red. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
And with that, Margali knew her daughter had taken a vow of silence. She had done so for her brother, she would do so now.
Before Steven's death, Amanda had been an outgoing person. Then she retreated into the quiet shell of what was left. But now, torn from her passion and soulmate, Margali feared how far her daughter would take this.
Amanda swore to herself that she would never shed another tear for Kurt. It was not because she did not love him; no, it was quite the opposite. Kurt would not have wanted her to cry. He would wipe away those 'useless droplets', and sweep her off her feet, kissing her.
And so, out of love, tenderness, and admiration for her lover, she would lock away her pitiful emotions. She would support their friends in this hard time, as it was the right thing to do.
It was what Kurt would have wanted.
A/N: Dying for reviews! Everybody! Please tell me what you think!