I saw Nightcrawler's death and though I'm certain they'll find a way to bring him back, I thought I'd write this.
Nightcrawler sat at the bar and sighed. He would wait here for his friends.
He took a sip from his glass, and looked around the small bar, friends and enemies a like sat around, talking and arguing. All of them had died, just like him.
Most of them were a bit disfigured, Nightcrawler looked down at his chest, were there was a gaping hole were Bastion's arm had been. It didn't hurt, he felt no pain physically. But, mentally he missed his friends in life.
He looked around; he wondered what would become of him. Ever now and again someone would sink through the floorboards like his friend, Kitty and disappear from the bar, Kurt had asked what this had happened to them, apparently it was when they were brought back to life.
Kurt doubted that would happen to him. It was unholy; to rip a man from the heavens, but at least he'd have his reunion with his friends quicker.
He been able to see his friends grieve, he didn't like to see them in pain, but he was glad they'd loved him.
A red-headed woman walked up to him.
"Why are you still here Kurt?" Jean asked, "You were offered to go to heaven, why did you stay here?"
Kurt looked at Jean who looked genuinely confused.
Kurt smiled warmly and said, "Either my freunds will come here or I will go to them."
Jean frowned slightly and said, "You will go to them? What does that mean? I thought you accepted that you where dead."
Kurt grinned again and said:
"No, I am still hanging on to Hope."
