It was cold in this time of year in Germany. Snow lying in long white
sheets along the mountains. Sitting on one of the many white slopes was a
bright blot of blue covered in a long black coat. Eyes closed savoring the
feel of the mountains, for him seeing was the least important part of life,
feeling reinged supreme. Kurt breathed in the clean winter air. He had
missed it, even if it was only a little. He murrmered a small prayer before
he opened his yellow eyes. The sky was darkening and seeing the warm
blinking lights of a small village he thought about getting to those
windows, there was an odd sound of air whooshing and the next moment the
white slopes were empty only a faint blue smoke telling where anyone had
been and that was blown away with the next gust of wind.
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"To fucking cold." The girl wrapped in a tattered black jacket muttered to herself. "God damn Germany!" the girl was cold, her legs hurt with the cold and too much walking and she was tired. Not physically tired (she was that too) but emotionally tired. She kept thinking about why she was here, wandering around the wilds of Germany all by herself. It didn't seem possible. She was tired from all the doubt, all the pain, all the anger and all the willingness to hate. Her eyes were dark from exhaustion and sunk into her head from not enough food.
She felt the warmth of the small village she had been walking towards. And more importantly she could smell the food. Her stomach reacted so violently to the smell that she staggered and nearly lost her feet. "Almost there." She said to her body, trying to coax it a little farther along. She thought she heard something then, the sound of air being sucked into a small area. She then caught sight of a man dressed in a long black coat walking into the town ahead of her, "He wasn't there a moment ago." But she just shook her head and kept walking, all she could think about right now was getting something to eat.
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"What do you mean you won't take American money?" the girl was yelling at the shop keeper in horrible German. "It's all I have!"
She had been making quite a scene Kurt thought to himself. He looked at her, she was small only about 5'1 or so she was thin, painfully thin from obvious lack of neuroshment. Her long black hair was tied in a loose ponytail and was laced with shockingly blue highlights. She starred around the room and Kurt saw that she was wearing dark sunglasses. "Sunglasses? At night, in the middle of winter?" Kurt looked more closely at her appearance. Her clothes were tattered and looked liked she'd been wearing them for weeks. Her hands were blue from cold and clutched a worn backpack her only possession.
Kurt, making sure that his face was covered walked up to the store owner and speaking very rapidly in German gave the man a few coins and went back and sat down. The girl was starring at him now, as if she could see through the shadows that hid his face. He turned away from her and waved a gloved hair to tell her to pick what she wanted. The girl's eyes brightened and she pointed at several things the owner looked disapprovingly at her but he put everything she wanted in a brown bag. The girl scampered out of the store. Looking his way and smiling. Kurt smiled back. He liked it when people smiled at him.
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Kurt had finished his dinner and was just walking out of the store when he heard a small commotion in an alley between two of the buildings. He looked around to see a group of boys beating the girl he had helped earlier. She was on all fours yelling at them in her horrible German to "Stop please! Please!" Her glasses had fallen away at some point and Kurt could see her eyes now, they were black, totally black like black ink had been spilled into them. The boys were yelling at her, "Freak! Mutant! Monster!" Kurt had just decided to run at the boys when the girl screamed and then the shadows in the alley began to move. Not waver like they would have in a light but move. It was like they had become tangible forces and were melting themselves around the girl. The boys were now afraid, starring around them at the moving black. It looked like the stuff nightmares were made of. The girl looked those black eyes at them and the shadows flew out from her smashing the boys into the brick walls on either side of her. She pulled the shadows into her hands and creating what looked like clubs knocked another boy clear of the alley.
Then she saw Kurt, and he knew with those eyes no shadow could hide his true appearance. She took a step forward, the shadows following her like magnet to metal. She stood in front of him and standing on tip-toes pushed the hood away from his face. The shadows slid back into their normal places. And Kurt stared at her, and she at him. She touched his face lightly and said, "pretty." Her German had gotten worse. Kurt looked and saw blood seeping out of a cut above her eye, it was bleeding black and touching her arm she whinced and said in English, "It hurts." And then fell unconscious into his arms.
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It was warm where she woke up. She hadn't been warm in so long. She reveld in the feeling for a moment before she realized that their were arms around her, holding her. She tried to sit up but the arms were there. She paniced, trying to twist out of the arms. When she heard a voice in English, but with a heavy German accent say, "Don't vorry I got you."
The arms relaxed a little and she sat up, grimmicing in pain, was felt like one huge bruise and probably looked like one too. Looking at the man who was holding her remembered the night before. "Thanks for helping me." She said. "But whats with the cuddling?"
"Cuddling?" Kurt asked confused he opened his tree fingered hands and said, "You vere unconsiouse vhen I brought you beck here. I called some friends of mine and shey vill be here soon." He paused for a moment, "But I thought dat if people came looking for you I could get us both avay easier."
"How do you mean?" She was confused. Kurt smiled showing pointed teeth and there was a bust of blue smoke and a whooshing sound and he was across the room from her. The girl sat up with wide black eyes and said, "How did you do that?"
"How do you play vith shadows?" Kurt asked back.
She smiled and said, "It's my mutation. I control shadows and living darkness."
"Vhat's your name?" Kurt asked.
"Gloom." She said.
"No, no. Your real name." Kurt said he walked back over to her and said, "I'm Kurt Wagner. But in the Munich circles I vas known as zee amazing Nightcrawler."
She smiled and said, "Seraphina Black." She stuck out her hand and after thinking for a moment Kurt took it and said, "Good to meet you Seraphina." Their was a beeping coming from the inside of Kurt's jacket. "What is that?" She asked. He pulled out a little metal thing that looked like a cell phone and Seraphina could hear voices coming out, "Cut your vacation a little short didn't ya Kurt?" asked a gruff male voice. "Dere is a girl that needs some help." Another voice came on this one younger with a southern drawl, "Well aren't you just a knight in shining armor?" Kurt smiled at Seraphina embarrassedly. Seraphina smiled back.
"Well we're about to land about a mile northeast of the town. Can ya meet us there in a couple of minutes?"
"Of course." He closed the distance between them and said, "We'll have to hurry." She found her bag and said, "Let's do it." Kurt wrapped his arms around her and with the whooshing sound and a small puff of blue smoke they were outside the town. And in just a few more pooffs later they were standing in a large field and Seraphina was looking at the weirdest looking jet she had ever seen.
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"To fucking cold." The girl wrapped in a tattered black jacket muttered to herself. "God damn Germany!" the girl was cold, her legs hurt with the cold and too much walking and she was tired. Not physically tired (she was that too) but emotionally tired. She kept thinking about why she was here, wandering around the wilds of Germany all by herself. It didn't seem possible. She was tired from all the doubt, all the pain, all the anger and all the willingness to hate. Her eyes were dark from exhaustion and sunk into her head from not enough food.
She felt the warmth of the small village she had been walking towards. And more importantly she could smell the food. Her stomach reacted so violently to the smell that she staggered and nearly lost her feet. "Almost there." She said to her body, trying to coax it a little farther along. She thought she heard something then, the sound of air being sucked into a small area. She then caught sight of a man dressed in a long black coat walking into the town ahead of her, "He wasn't there a moment ago." But she just shook her head and kept walking, all she could think about right now was getting something to eat.
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"What do you mean you won't take American money?" the girl was yelling at the shop keeper in horrible German. "It's all I have!"
She had been making quite a scene Kurt thought to himself. He looked at her, she was small only about 5'1 or so she was thin, painfully thin from obvious lack of neuroshment. Her long black hair was tied in a loose ponytail and was laced with shockingly blue highlights. She starred around the room and Kurt saw that she was wearing dark sunglasses. "Sunglasses? At night, in the middle of winter?" Kurt looked more closely at her appearance. Her clothes were tattered and looked liked she'd been wearing them for weeks. Her hands were blue from cold and clutched a worn backpack her only possession.
Kurt, making sure that his face was covered walked up to the store owner and speaking very rapidly in German gave the man a few coins and went back and sat down. The girl was starring at him now, as if she could see through the shadows that hid his face. He turned away from her and waved a gloved hair to tell her to pick what she wanted. The girl's eyes brightened and she pointed at several things the owner looked disapprovingly at her but he put everything she wanted in a brown bag. The girl scampered out of the store. Looking his way and smiling. Kurt smiled back. He liked it when people smiled at him.
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Kurt had finished his dinner and was just walking out of the store when he heard a small commotion in an alley between two of the buildings. He looked around to see a group of boys beating the girl he had helped earlier. She was on all fours yelling at them in her horrible German to "Stop please! Please!" Her glasses had fallen away at some point and Kurt could see her eyes now, they were black, totally black like black ink had been spilled into them. The boys were yelling at her, "Freak! Mutant! Monster!" Kurt had just decided to run at the boys when the girl screamed and then the shadows in the alley began to move. Not waver like they would have in a light but move. It was like they had become tangible forces and were melting themselves around the girl. The boys were now afraid, starring around them at the moving black. It looked like the stuff nightmares were made of. The girl looked those black eyes at them and the shadows flew out from her smashing the boys into the brick walls on either side of her. She pulled the shadows into her hands and creating what looked like clubs knocked another boy clear of the alley.
Then she saw Kurt, and he knew with those eyes no shadow could hide his true appearance. She took a step forward, the shadows following her like magnet to metal. She stood in front of him and standing on tip-toes pushed the hood away from his face. The shadows slid back into their normal places. And Kurt stared at her, and she at him. She touched his face lightly and said, "pretty." Her German had gotten worse. Kurt looked and saw blood seeping out of a cut above her eye, it was bleeding black and touching her arm she whinced and said in English, "It hurts." And then fell unconscious into his arms.
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It was warm where she woke up. She hadn't been warm in so long. She reveld in the feeling for a moment before she realized that their were arms around her, holding her. She tried to sit up but the arms were there. She paniced, trying to twist out of the arms. When she heard a voice in English, but with a heavy German accent say, "Don't vorry I got you."
The arms relaxed a little and she sat up, grimmicing in pain, was felt like one huge bruise and probably looked like one too. Looking at the man who was holding her remembered the night before. "Thanks for helping me." She said. "But whats with the cuddling?"
"Cuddling?" Kurt asked confused he opened his tree fingered hands and said, "You vere unconsiouse vhen I brought you beck here. I called some friends of mine and shey vill be here soon." He paused for a moment, "But I thought dat if people came looking for you I could get us both avay easier."
"How do you mean?" She was confused. Kurt smiled showing pointed teeth and there was a bust of blue smoke and a whooshing sound and he was across the room from her. The girl sat up with wide black eyes and said, "How did you do that?"
"How do you play vith shadows?" Kurt asked back.
She smiled and said, "It's my mutation. I control shadows and living darkness."
"Vhat's your name?" Kurt asked.
"Gloom." She said.
"No, no. Your real name." Kurt said he walked back over to her and said, "I'm Kurt Wagner. But in the Munich circles I vas known as zee amazing Nightcrawler."
She smiled and said, "Seraphina Black." She stuck out her hand and after thinking for a moment Kurt took it and said, "Good to meet you Seraphina." Their was a beeping coming from the inside of Kurt's jacket. "What is that?" She asked. He pulled out a little metal thing that looked like a cell phone and Seraphina could hear voices coming out, "Cut your vacation a little short didn't ya Kurt?" asked a gruff male voice. "Dere is a girl that needs some help." Another voice came on this one younger with a southern drawl, "Well aren't you just a knight in shining armor?" Kurt smiled at Seraphina embarrassedly. Seraphina smiled back.
"Well we're about to land about a mile northeast of the town. Can ya meet us there in a couple of minutes?"
"Of course." He closed the distance between them and said, "We'll have to hurry." She found her bag and said, "Let's do it." Kurt wrapped his arms around her and with the whooshing sound and a small puff of blue smoke they were outside the town. And in just a few more pooffs later they were standing in a large field and Seraphina was looking at the weirdest looking jet she had ever seen.