The storm was raging late into the night as Kurt walked through the old
church. He had volunteered to keep the late watch duties and knew that his
fellow brothers, try as they might to accommodate his appearance, were more
than glad to give it to him. Most of the parishioners had gone already, and
those who came to the church this late at night were usually troublemakers
who were scared off by his appearance. He currently found himself alone in
the quiet hall with his thoughts as he tended the prayer candles at the
small altar. "Better to light a candle then to curse the darkness." he says
with a smile as he lights one of the small candles, the soft glow radiating
over his indigo fur.-- Funny, didn't Herr Professor tell me that when he
rescued me?-- With an irritated twitch of his tail, Kurt turns and stares
at the large figure of the crucifixion over the altar.
-- I gave up that life.didn't I --
The lightning crackles outside and a thunderous boom echoes through the hall. As it fades, however, Kurt realizes that the pounding noise is continuing, and coming from the entrance. --So much for peace and quiet.let's just hope it's not another drunk looking for a place to sleep-- With a weary sigh he walks to the doors and opens them to the force of the driving rain.
"Can I help you, my?" he is unable to finish his sentence as a semi- conscious woman looking very much like a drowned rat drops at his feet.
"Sanctuary." he barely hears her plead over the storm.
"Unglaublich," Kurt mutters as he bends down to help her into the church. As he picks her up into his arms he notices a dart sticking out of her shoulder. "Was?" The fur rises on the back of Kurt's neck as he peers into the storm, old instincts coming to the forefront. Kurt quickly grabs the woman into his arms and closes the church doors. He then lays the unconscious woman in one of the pews and proceeds to lock the doors. "Funny, I don't remember praying for more excitement in my life this morning." he says to himself as the large bar slides into place over the doors.
--You just didn't wish for it out loud, Kurt. You can already feel the adrenaline rush at the thought of protecting a damsel in distress--
Kurt bends over the woman and gently pulls the dart out of her shoulder. The woman registers the pain with a soft groan but otherwise doesn't move. "I apologize, fraulien, because this won't feel very good right now, but I need to get you somewhere safe." He picks her up off the pew, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and teleports in a puff of black and purple smoke.
They reappear with a soft popping sound in a small but cozy chamber underneath the church. Kurt lays the unconscious woman gently onto his cot and checks her pulse. He feels her strong heartbeat and exhales a relieved sigh. "At least they just saw fit to put you to sleep, fraulien. I will make sure that is the last thing they will get to do to you." Kurt removes his priest's robes and quickly changes into a black long sleeved shirt and pants. "Bad enough if the church gets damaged, then to have a rampaging demonic priest associated with them," Kurt says with a self-depreciating laugh. "You should be safe in my quarters while I deal with your pursuers. Auf wiederzehn, meine fraulien." Kurt then disappears again in a puff of smoke.
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"I thought they had a thing against attacking each other on holy ground?"
"That's why he hired us, idiot! He knew she would run to the church if she got away, and since HE can't go in there after her, we can! Got it? Now pay attention, before you blow us all up!"
The sounds of the arguing voices rise up to where Kurt is perched over them on one of the many gothic gargoyles outside the church. --Blow up? We can't have that now. It's too difficult to see if there are any more of them out there, so the best thing to do is let these fumblers in where I can keep them under control.-- Kurt then disappears again with a puff of smoke.
"Damn, Frank, what did you eat?"
"Shut the fuck up! I almost got this." a loud clunk interrupts Frank and the door swings open slightly.
"Whoa.are you sure about this?"
"Relax.you shot her with the sleep dart, right?"
"Yeah."
"So all we got to do is deal with some old farts in dresses and bring her to the dude for our money. Simple." Frank then pulls out a gun in his right hand and edges through the door, the other man following quickly behind.
"I don't know about this, Frank.money or not, this is a church! Can't we just wait till she comes out again?"
"I don't give a shit about old farts telling me I'm a sinner! I know I am, and I am going to be a rich sinner, at that!" Frank growls. "Now help me look for her! You go that way." Frank points with his gun to the doors to the right of the hall. "I'll look for her here."
"O--okay.I still don't like this, though," whimpers the other man as he goes to the doors.
--This could provide me with the opening I need--
The other man creeps through the door into the dark hallway beyond. "Aw, man.where's my flashlight?" He fumbles through his jacket pockets and pulls out the small flashlight into his shaking hand.
"Why have you desecrated the house of God?" Kurt whispers from the shadows, making sure his voice echoes through the hallway.
"Jesus!" the man exclaims as he jumps and drops his flashlight, the force of the impact turning off the light. "Shit!" he falls to his knees and frantically searches with his hands. Kurt sneaks up behind him in the darkness and whispers again.
"You dare bring weapons of violence here?"
"I.I was just doing it for the money, I swear!" the man pleads as he begins to shake. "We weren't going to hurt her.it's not like she can be hurt, anyway! P-p-please don't hurt me, God! I'll start going to church again, I swear!"
"Save your mortal soul, and leave this place, sinner.NOW!"
With a quick -bamf-- Kurt grabs the frightened thug and teleports him into a dumpster in the back alley of the church. He then slams the lid of the dumpster and is unable to resist a last remark to the frightened man.
"And remember, God will be watching you."
Kurt leaps into the shadows of the gargoyles above and chuckles to himself as he sees the hopefully reformed man jump out of the dumpster and run down the alley screaming. "Now for the more dangerous one."
Kurt teleports back into the church and quickly finds the man called Frank rummaging underneath the church altar. "Might as well make a few extra bucks with this junk while I am at it." Frank mutters to himself.
--All right, that's it--
Kurt quickly teleports behind Frank, grabs him securely by the shirt, and then teleports again, this time out onto the high spires of the church. He wraps his tail around one of the rails for balance and holds the flailing thug out over the edge of the roof.
"Aaaah! What are you going to do to me you freaking demon?" Frank yells as he grabs Kurt's wrist in desperation.
Kurt lifts the man up so he can stare into his face, his fangs bared and yellow eyes glaring. "I am going to make you thankful that some of us actually believe in the Word of God, you piece of filth! How dare you come into a church and desecrate it with your thieving ways and intentions of doing harm to an innocent!"
With sudden awareness Frank spits out, "You're not a demon, you're a fucking mutie!" He then grabs his gun from his back waistband and swings it around to point at Kurt. Kurt grabs the hand with the gun and lets go of his shirt with the other, quickly dropping Frank a foot and swinging him into the side of the church with a thump.
"Apparently you didn't get my message." Kurt says with a growl. "If it weren't for my beliefs in something that you have obvious scorn for, you would be a smear on the pavement! Understand?" Kurt then grabs the gun away from Frank and teleports him to the back alley behind the church. He lifts Frank up to his face and growls menacingly at the bloody nosed and barely conscious thug. "I suggest you learn to pray soon, you ignorant bigot! Pray that we never cross paths again!" With a grunt of disgust Kurt turns the man around and shoves him down the alleyway into the rain and darkness.
-- I gave up that life.didn't I --
The lightning crackles outside and a thunderous boom echoes through the hall. As it fades, however, Kurt realizes that the pounding noise is continuing, and coming from the entrance. --So much for peace and quiet.let's just hope it's not another drunk looking for a place to sleep-- With a weary sigh he walks to the doors and opens them to the force of the driving rain.
"Can I help you, my?" he is unable to finish his sentence as a semi- conscious woman looking very much like a drowned rat drops at his feet.
"Sanctuary." he barely hears her plead over the storm.
"Unglaublich," Kurt mutters as he bends down to help her into the church. As he picks her up into his arms he notices a dart sticking out of her shoulder. "Was?" The fur rises on the back of Kurt's neck as he peers into the storm, old instincts coming to the forefront. Kurt quickly grabs the woman into his arms and closes the church doors. He then lays the unconscious woman in one of the pews and proceeds to lock the doors. "Funny, I don't remember praying for more excitement in my life this morning." he says to himself as the large bar slides into place over the doors.
--You just didn't wish for it out loud, Kurt. You can already feel the adrenaline rush at the thought of protecting a damsel in distress--
Kurt bends over the woman and gently pulls the dart out of her shoulder. The woman registers the pain with a soft groan but otherwise doesn't move. "I apologize, fraulien, because this won't feel very good right now, but I need to get you somewhere safe." He picks her up off the pew, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and teleports in a puff of black and purple smoke.
They reappear with a soft popping sound in a small but cozy chamber underneath the church. Kurt lays the unconscious woman gently onto his cot and checks her pulse. He feels her strong heartbeat and exhales a relieved sigh. "At least they just saw fit to put you to sleep, fraulien. I will make sure that is the last thing they will get to do to you." Kurt removes his priest's robes and quickly changes into a black long sleeved shirt and pants. "Bad enough if the church gets damaged, then to have a rampaging demonic priest associated with them," Kurt says with a self-depreciating laugh. "You should be safe in my quarters while I deal with your pursuers. Auf wiederzehn, meine fraulien." Kurt then disappears again in a puff of smoke.
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"I thought they had a thing against attacking each other on holy ground?"
"That's why he hired us, idiot! He knew she would run to the church if she got away, and since HE can't go in there after her, we can! Got it? Now pay attention, before you blow us all up!"
The sounds of the arguing voices rise up to where Kurt is perched over them on one of the many gothic gargoyles outside the church. --Blow up? We can't have that now. It's too difficult to see if there are any more of them out there, so the best thing to do is let these fumblers in where I can keep them under control.-- Kurt then disappears again with a puff of smoke.
"Damn, Frank, what did you eat?"
"Shut the fuck up! I almost got this." a loud clunk interrupts Frank and the door swings open slightly.
"Whoa.are you sure about this?"
"Relax.you shot her with the sleep dart, right?"
"Yeah."
"So all we got to do is deal with some old farts in dresses and bring her to the dude for our money. Simple." Frank then pulls out a gun in his right hand and edges through the door, the other man following quickly behind.
"I don't know about this, Frank.money or not, this is a church! Can't we just wait till she comes out again?"
"I don't give a shit about old farts telling me I'm a sinner! I know I am, and I am going to be a rich sinner, at that!" Frank growls. "Now help me look for her! You go that way." Frank points with his gun to the doors to the right of the hall. "I'll look for her here."
"O--okay.I still don't like this, though," whimpers the other man as he goes to the doors.
--This could provide me with the opening I need--
The other man creeps through the door into the dark hallway beyond. "Aw, man.where's my flashlight?" He fumbles through his jacket pockets and pulls out the small flashlight into his shaking hand.
"Why have you desecrated the house of God?" Kurt whispers from the shadows, making sure his voice echoes through the hallway.
"Jesus!" the man exclaims as he jumps and drops his flashlight, the force of the impact turning off the light. "Shit!" he falls to his knees and frantically searches with his hands. Kurt sneaks up behind him in the darkness and whispers again.
"You dare bring weapons of violence here?"
"I.I was just doing it for the money, I swear!" the man pleads as he begins to shake. "We weren't going to hurt her.it's not like she can be hurt, anyway! P-p-please don't hurt me, God! I'll start going to church again, I swear!"
"Save your mortal soul, and leave this place, sinner.NOW!"
With a quick -bamf-- Kurt grabs the frightened thug and teleports him into a dumpster in the back alley of the church. He then slams the lid of the dumpster and is unable to resist a last remark to the frightened man.
"And remember, God will be watching you."
Kurt leaps into the shadows of the gargoyles above and chuckles to himself as he sees the hopefully reformed man jump out of the dumpster and run down the alley screaming. "Now for the more dangerous one."
Kurt teleports back into the church and quickly finds the man called Frank rummaging underneath the church altar. "Might as well make a few extra bucks with this junk while I am at it." Frank mutters to himself.
--All right, that's it--
Kurt quickly teleports behind Frank, grabs him securely by the shirt, and then teleports again, this time out onto the high spires of the church. He wraps his tail around one of the rails for balance and holds the flailing thug out over the edge of the roof.
"Aaaah! What are you going to do to me you freaking demon?" Frank yells as he grabs Kurt's wrist in desperation.
Kurt lifts the man up so he can stare into his face, his fangs bared and yellow eyes glaring. "I am going to make you thankful that some of us actually believe in the Word of God, you piece of filth! How dare you come into a church and desecrate it with your thieving ways and intentions of doing harm to an innocent!"
With sudden awareness Frank spits out, "You're not a demon, you're a fucking mutie!" He then grabs his gun from his back waistband and swings it around to point at Kurt. Kurt grabs the hand with the gun and lets go of his shirt with the other, quickly dropping Frank a foot and swinging him into the side of the church with a thump.
"Apparently you didn't get my message." Kurt says with a growl. "If it weren't for my beliefs in something that you have obvious scorn for, you would be a smear on the pavement! Understand?" Kurt then grabs the gun away from Frank and teleports him to the back alley behind the church. He lifts Frank up to his face and growls menacingly at the bloody nosed and barely conscious thug. "I suggest you learn to pray soon, you ignorant bigot! Pray that we never cross paths again!" With a grunt of disgust Kurt turns the man around and shoves him down the alleyway into the rain and darkness.