It was a dark stormy night. Howls of pain and horror carried through the air as a vicious attack was being carried out. The poor aching soul tried to get away, but with every failed attempt came another bludgeoning with a lead pipe. As a last desperate attempt to save himself, he lunged towards his attacker in a fierce growl, trying to intimidate and ward off the attacker. They were too quick, however. The victim was given a final blow to the chest, thrown into the dumpster, and left to die. "Stupid Dog", was all that was said as the attacker walked away.
It was a beautiful morning at the Xavier institute. All of the mutants were getting ready for school in the usual chaotic manner. The mutants flooded into the kitchen for breakfast where they quickly engorged their stomachs with the array of food provided to them. Kurt, as usual, was the first one done. It always surprised everyone how much Kurt could eat and stay as fit as he always did, which was attributed to his higher than average metabolism. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys later. I'm gonna head out!", said Kurt, who figured since he was ready he would just go to school early. Before mutants were revealed to the world, Kurt would have to catch a ride, but now he enjoyed the luxury of being able to simply teleport his way to school. With that he clicked on his image inducer, and with a puff of sulfur and brimstone, vanished.
Once he arrived he decided to just stroll around the grounds a little. He liked to do this sometimes as there weren't many other students there and he could just stroll on through like the old days when they were all thought of as normal. As he made his way over towards where the dumpsters were kept, he heard a quiet rustling. Naturally curious but also cautious, he crept closer to see what the noise was. "Is anybody there?", he asked cautiously, "Hello?". He continued to look around, and while he didn't see anything, he continued to here the rustling. He then saw a movement that caught his attention, and what he saw pulled on his heart strings. It was a dog. But not just any normal dog, it was severely beaten and abused, and had the saddest look in his eyes. He was poking his head out from the dumpster. Kurt cautiously approached the dog, which turned out to be an abandoned pit bull. Kurt soothingly said, "Hey there, I'm not going to hurt you." He slowly reached his hand up to the dog to allow them to sniff him. The dog flinched a little at first, but then calmly sniffed Kurt's hand. A few thuds could be heard as the dog's tail hit the sides of the dumpster in a weakened wag. "There, there...", Kurt gently stroked their head and the dog gently licked his hand in return.
Kurt had no idea what to do. Thoughts kept flooding through his wondering mind. Who could do such a thing? Was he in a position to help? He didn't know what he had to do, but he knew he had to do something. He also knew class was going to be starting soon, so he had to figure out something fast. Kurt thought to himself, "Oh... what am I going to do? Think Wagner, think... Do you think he'll still be here after school? It's not like I can take him anywhere until then... I don't know..." Kurt finally decided to make the tough decision to leave the dog there until after school. As much as he hated to do it, he knew that he would not be excused from an absence, especially since Principle Kelly didn't cut them any slack. He had an important geometry test that day and knew there would be no way to make it up. Kurt softly told his new, frightened friend, "Hey buddy, I'll have to come back later. I'm so sorry. Stay here, ok boy?". Kurt gave the dog one last pet and then hesitantly went off to class.
By lunch time Kurt had already taken his geometry test and was thinking about cutting early. He was convinced that any trouble he would get into was far less important than getting that dog to safety. Kurt tried to find some of his fellow mutants during lunch to help him with the rescue. While Kurt could simply teleport the dog out of the dumpster, he didn't want to frighten the dog and he knew that he wasn't strong enough to lift him out of there. He met up with Evan who immediately agreed to cut lunch to help him, not that Evan was ever too worried about cutting school anyway.
Once they got to the dumpster, Kurt quickly went to see if his friend was still there. His heart was sinking until he saw his head pop back out of his intended grave. He appeared very happy to see Kurt, but was a little weary of Evan. Kurt explained to Evan, "Go slowly with him, he's scared. It looks like someone beat him and threw him away to die."
Evan replied, "Man, that's horrible... poor thing." Evan, like Kurt, slowly lifted his hand up to the scared dog. He too was greeting by a friendly sniff, followed by a gentle lick to the hand.
Kurt exclaimed, "There, you two are friends now. We've got to get him out of here!" Kurt paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to get his friend out. "Evan, do you think you could, um, climb in there and pass him down to me?"
Evan got a worried expression across his face, "What? You kidding me? I don't know this dog! What if he bites me?"
"Evan, I really don't think he would. He wants to be safe. I'm not strong enough to pull him out, you're the only one that can help right now." Evan nervously agreed and climbed into the dumpster, where to his relief he was kindly received.
Evan tried to comfort the pooch, "Hey there, you're alright man. Just come with me and we'll get you out of here." He gently scooped the weak pit bull into his arms and passed him down to Kurt. Once the dog was out of the dumpster, his whole disposition seemed to change. He seemed more at peace, a lot happier and less nervous. Kurt found a rope nearby which he used to make a makeshift leash.
"Thank you so much for your help Evan."
"Hey, no problem man. I'll catch you two later." Evan then made his way back to the school.
"You're going to be ok now." Kurt smiled and gently stroked the dog's dirty, bloody fur. "Hmm, you need a name.", Kurt paused for a moment, trying to think of the perfect name, "How about Stark? It means "tough", because you sure must be to have survived whatever they did to you." Stark wagged his tail and licked Kurt's chin. Kurt wondered, how could this dog have been through so much, but then be able to show so much love? But then, Kurt realized how much Stark was actually a lot like him. Kurt smiled, "I think we're going to be very good friends." The two then got up and started their walk to the institute.
AN: Hello everyone! Hope you like what I have here so far. I only intended this to be a one shot, but then it started getting longer and longer, that it's going to be more like 2-3 chapters. Sorry if you are not a pit bull fan, but I hope that won't keep you from enjoying the story. Two of my passions are evo and pit bulls, so I figured why not merge the two? :D Hope you like! R&R please! :)