Unwell Chapter I: Unwell, a x-men: the movie fanfic

A/N: This takes place after X-Men but somewhere before X-2. Yes, this has an OC, but this isn't one of the mushy-gooshy, fall-in-love in the first two chapters kind of thing. In fact not at all! *hears gasps throughout the room* Sure, friendship's involved, there's no story without it. Look, I'm saying this because I don't want someone coming up and whining about it. So don't complain, because if you don't like it you don't have to say anything, obviously enough. I'll take good, trying-to-help-on-story-cuz-I-got-something-wrong-about-someone criticism, or if I got something grammatically wrong, but that's it. I've seen that other stuff happen to too many other people and I won't have it! WAH! ANTI HAS SPOKEN! ANYWAY, *takes off caps lock when realizing it was on still* this is a song-per-chappie fic, so if you guys have any suggestions for songs then please let me know! ^_^ Okay, well, that's it for now.

Unwell

All day

staring at the ceiling making

friends with shadows on my wall

All night

hearing voices telling me

that I should get some sleep

because tomorrow might be good

for something

Hold on

Feeling like I'm headed for a

breakdown

and I don't know why

Kurt rolled over on the beam, his dark yellow eyes opening to the bright morning sun, the rays of golden light caressing the area softly to another day. Sitting up from out of the light, he gazed up, seeing the large, stain glass window placed above, the unique design capturing the dawn as if never wanting to let go. He got up from out of his handmade bed and grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he did everyday. Looking around off the beam to make sure no one was wandering about, he grabbed his bible to his side, hanging his two-toed feet off the edge and opening it up to continue where he left off from yesterday.

He didn't know how long it had been since he'd come here, but he could recall it had been awhile. Kurt, or Nightcrawler as he had been called in the circus, didn't go out much, (unless it was dark enough that no one 'normal' could see him). He liked it here, where he wouldn't be prosecuted as a demon or a freak or something, and all he would ever need is his bible, his faith, and a roof over his head to live. It didn't matter if he'd been here for a long time or stayed here for the rest of his life, it was home to him.

Though lasting this long in peace, he sometimes wondered about the people who didn't have homes, who didn't have anything to believe in anymore. If only things had turned out differently for him, if he wasn't so odd to the majority of the world, then he would do something to help. Sometimes he really considered it, just walking out there and helping whoever he could find, but then realized that the person he was helping would only turn away and scream in fear, making their condition worse. Of course, who would ever accept a blue, pointy eared, sharp teethed, yellow-eyed, two-toed, three fingered fellow like himself? It was almost funny, and then he remembered it was himself he was referring to.

He sighed, his eyes becoming soar already. Somehow it was depressing, but he cheered up in knowing that it would all get better somehow. It always did...even if he had to wait for the afterlife in Heaven. Turning back to the Good Book, his ears perked up, hearing something in the silence of the church. When he thought it was nothing, he diverted his eyes back.

But there it was again. It was a quiet sob, ringing through his ears loud and clear when he locked onto what direction it was coming from. He stood up, tucking the cloth bookmarker inside the pages to keep track of his spot, and targeting near where he thought it was, (and where he recollected quickly of being before). Kurt disappeared from sight as if out of thin air and appeared someplace else, in fact several beams up were there was a slight stone ledge that had boards stretched from there to the thick, wooden bars. Those boards had been there long before he had ever arrived, letting him come up here sometimes to look out that same large, stain glass window he had seen before. But unlike before, he saw someone with their back against it, the person's head in their hands and crying. To what it appeared from where he was on the beam above the boarded floor, he could see it was a girl, with long black hair and a large hat adorning her head. She wore a long coat hat was ragged at the ends, having a dark red t-shirt and rigged jeans that were torn at the knees, but no shoes where he saw her bloodied feet. Her hands, even though mostly under her hat from the angle, were wearing brown, cutoff fingered, leather gloves, dark even though with the light as it was.

Stepping down slowly, she looked up hearing the thud of his feet, revealing the one eye she had with the rest of her wrapped face.

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be...me

I'm talking to myself in public

Dodging glances on the train

And I know,

I know they've all been talking about me

I can hear them whisper

And it makes me think there must be something wrong

with me

Out of all the hours thinking

Somehow

I've lost my mind

The girl slid across the boards, scrambling to get away in her state of fear. He didn't think it was because of what he looked like because the light hadn't hit him yet, but just for the fact that there was someone else there.

"Shh, no, no, I'm not going to hurt you! I vant to help! You are bleeding like crazy!" he said, trying to calm her down and staying out of the light to help.

The girl shook her head, ending up against another beam and holding out her hand, drenched in the color of red. "No...No, s-stay away from me! Please...I'll hurt you if you do!"

He stopped approaching, hearing it as not a threat but a warning as if she could do it, as if against her will in a way. Kurt held out his hands, enough so she could see the outline but still not in the light to frighten her. "But you need help. Your cuts...Zey will become infected if you do not treat zem-"

"Good!" she spat, but at herself. "Then let me die! Save the world a whole lot of fear!"

That was almost a low blow to his conscience. If she would not let him help, and yet there was something he could've done, there would probably be a hollow spot in his humanity for awhile after that. He sought the words she spoke to try and deter her from the decision she now had with her.

"Vhy vould zey be in fear?" he asked.

"Because I'm a freak, okay?! I have this whole history of things that I'd rather not talk about," she proclaimed.

"Zen vhy vere you crying just zen?"

She stared up at him, her one, ice-blue eye narrow in question. "Who are you?"

He grinned, shrugging in the thought he might as well get it over with. If she screams and runs in fear, well, it's worth a shot to make her feel like she wasn't the only one. Kurt stepped out with his hands first, slowly emerging into the light of the sun to show his dark blue skin. Predicting that she would wince or scream or gasp in horror, she did nothing of the short, but only relaxed her gaze.

"You still haven't answered my question," she said. "Who are you?"

"My name...is Kurt Vagner, but in ze circus I vas known as ze great Nightcrawler!"

She nodded her head, tucking her chin to her side shoulder as she put her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. "So...you had a home then?"

"Yes, I did," he answered, coming up to her and kneeling down. She peeked up once from when her eye was to the floor, but quickly flicked it back. "But now zis is my home. Who are you?"

She finally looked up at his smiling face, Kurt trying to be comforting. "I don't have a name. My parents didn't care to name me and the people who took me away just referred to me as 'You'. Call me whatever you want, I really don't care."

"Your parents didn't name you?" he asked. Even his adopted family had named him something, but this was strange to see a girl, no older than sixteen, go around with absolutely no name.

"Of course not," she stated with distain, shaking her head. "My parents disowned me after everyone else found out what I looked like, saying that I was 'unwell', in other words a freak, and that I had done something wrong and God was punishing me for it. They put me on the streets when I was only ten and..." she put a hand on her forehead, shaking her head. "Everyone just stares and turns away when I ask them for help..." She sniffed up the tears that were coming, laughing halfheartedly. "Why am I even telling you this? I just met you and I'm poring out my problems that you probably don't want to here. Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve, huh?"

"Maybe you just needed to talk to someone."

"Yeah, maybe, but like everyone else you probably don't care. No one cares..."

"Well, if you like, I could listen. Surely I can help in some way."

"It probably won't but if you're really up to it then fine, whatever." She rested her chin on her knees, Kurt sitting back and thinking of the right question to start with.

"So, vhy did zey say you did something wrong?" he asked. He knew this would probably be the best question to start out with.

"I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was different. But the only excuse they gave was that God was punishing me, that he made me into the freak I am for something I did...But I was born like this, I was born a freak! I...I just don't understand..."

"God didn't punish you and you're not a freak," he replied, and her voice became tense after that.

"How do you know?! I mean, I'm...I'm..."

He put a hand on her shoulder, making her calm down. "You vere born like zis for a reason. Everyone has a purpose in life, it's just what you make of it that determines if your a freak or not. Yes, you're different, but that doesn't mean you're a freak of nature. If you vere a freak, then you'd probably be sick, demented, and evil."

She shook her head slowly. "You don't understand..."

"Don't understand? Look at me! I'm blue! I have yellow eyes! And I vas born like this."

That somehow made her perk up. "You mean...You're not just a mutant...like the rest of them?"

"The rest of them?"

"Everyone else. They didn't become different until they were older, but...you were born like you are?"

"Complete with four toes and six fingers!" he smiled.

"Oh...Then maybe...maybe you do know what I mean..." She looked like she smiled under the bandages on her face. "So it was not just me! But...you had a family..."

"Only because my family happened to come across me, pick me up, and decide to have me be in the circus vith them. See, these vere accepting people, which is wery scarce in a vorld like zis one. I'd vouldn't be talking now if it vasn't for zem, so maybe my purpose vas to help people, to help you, from doing something you vill regret."

She just gazed on, finding meaning in his words. Was it possible her life wasn't really how she saw it? That it could be something much better now that she knew her life wasn't worthless? She did not reply, but he continued on with another question.

"So vhy did people turn you down? Vhat did zey do? I mean, you look pretty normal to me, except for those bandages."

"I used to murmur things to myself without knowing...People would stare at me because of these bandages...That sort of thing." She laughed slightly, but he couldn't think of why, not finding the subject she was talking about funny at all. "I heard people saying that I was crazy for some reason. Why, I don't know, but someone eventually called the police on me for sitting at a bus stop reading the newspaper. A newspaper! What a joke! Yeah, well, they took me away when I was twelve and was handed over to this organization when they found out who, or rather, what I was."

"How did you live on your how for so long?" he inquired.

"I worked at the fish mart as a pan cleaner after the fishes were gutted. Made pretty good minimum wage to get by with food for a week."

"How did you end up here?" he finally questioned.

"That...I'm not quite sure," she said honestly. "I remember meeting that one guy from the organization and then woke up on the steps of this place." She stood up suddenly, turning around to stare at all corners. "Nice place if you ask me. Too bad there's nothing like this in the city that's in good condition." She twisted back to him. "Well, I've burdened you enough with my problems, I really should get going. It's been nice talking to you though, I do feel better."

He stood up as she began to walk away, thinking he'd be friendly as well as nice. "If you don't have anywhere else to go zen you can stay here if you vant to. I don't mind."

She turned back, her one eye beaming with joy. "Really? I can stay?" He nodded. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! I promise I'll help you out with anything you need!"

"Just don't break anything, that's all I ask."

"I won't! Thank you, Kurt!" She held out her hand, and he shook it in forgetting the blood that was on it. After hearing that slap of wet liquid and having it splatter on their sleeves, she pulled her hand away and her eye seemed to drop back into the same sorrow it had been a few minutes ago. She moved over to the corner of the ledge and the window and sat down in silence, as if in a daze. Kurt walked over to her, but she stopped him with her shaking voice.

"No, I'm alright. Please, just go about your normal, everyday business as if I wasn't even here..."

"But..." There was no use arguing. She had already turned over and her side, her forehead on the window with her one eye shut. If there was anything he could do, he had done it already. Maybe he could sneak back in a few hours when she was asleep and help seal those cuts and clean them if they hadn't gotten infection already. But for now, all he could do was wait. He sat down and the edge of the outer beam, pulling out his Bible and beginning to read, distracted in a way in his thoughts. It appeared there was more to this girl than she was telling, at least that was his theory. He wanted to keep a watch to make sure she would be okay, (and so that she wouldn't get away and possibly bleed to death), and because he wanted to know the truth. Maybe before he wouldn't have suspected it, but the moment she turned around before he did see a small, circular burn mark in the back of the bandages when her hair twirled away...

To what she had said he took careful thought, knowing that there might be fact in some of those awful things her parents had told her. Maybe they were unwell, at least to the normal human eye, but did that make them different in the eyes of those who were like them? Were born mutants unwell to other mutants? If people thought they weren't, or even if they were ill, who cared? They were still people...They were still human, and if only people would realize that it wasn't what they were, but who they were. The thing that worried him most about this was that this girl, whatever her name may be, may get the wrong impression as some mutants did, that normal human's were the one's who were 'unwell'. And if that happened...

Well, he just hoped it didn't, but knew it was going to be a long time to get her to realize this...

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be

How I used to be

Well, I'm just a little unwell

How I used to be

I'm just a little unwell

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A/N If you're confused, I'll wrap this up. The song kind of goes with what they feel inside, and partly what happened to the girl. Well, hoped you liked it, and if you didn't then just don't review. Save us all the time. But if you did please, do review, and please suggest a song! ^_^