Kurt was sleeping peacefully in his room. The curtains fluttered in
the wind that was coming in through the slightly open window. His tail
hung limply over the side of his bed, twitching every now and then. It
was about 3 in the morning and Kurt was into the deepest part of his
sleep.
Of course, Kurt wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a dark shade of blue from head to toe. One three-fingered hand rested on his pillow and a pointed ear was clearly visible behind his dark blue hair.
A silent hand opened the window from the outside and two large men came into Kurt's room without making a sound. They both wore entirely black and one of them had a thick black belt on. The man with the belt was lightly built and clearly very fast. His name was Stevens. The other was bulkier and muscular. He was called Matthews.
"That it?" Matthews asked, indicating towards Kurt
"Guess so" Stevens replied in a whisper. It had taken them several hours to get past the security systems for long enough to get their bounty but it would be worth it when they got paid. He looked with disgust at the teenager and took something out of his belt that glimmered slightly in the moonlight. A syringe.
With silent steps they approached Kurt. Stevens geustured for Matthews to go around the other side of the bed so that they surrounded him. Matthews tensed his muscles up and his hand was now inches above Kurt's mouth to stop him from screaming out. Stevens began to guide the sharp needle towards Kurts neck.
Even though he wasn't awake, Kurt knew something was wrong and was beginning to shift and wriggle in his sleep. Matthews put his hand even closer to Kurts face.
The second the metal embedded itself in his skin Kurts eyes snapped open and he saw the men. As he opened his mouth to yell for the others a heavy hand clamped itself over his mouth. Kurt struggled against the hands that were holding both his arms down but they were too strong.
The drug that had been injected into him was beginning to kick in and Kurt was trying to remember what he would have done before in this situation. He knew that it was something only he could do but he couldn't remember what it was.
He was also begnning to forget other things like, what was his name?
Kirk?
And where was he? The world around him seemed to be fading into darkness and the two men were disappearing. Kurt found that he couldn't try to force the hand off his mouth any more He was running out of energy fast and he was beginning to slip into unconsciousness.
By the time he had remembered about his teleportation, it was too late.
Hours later, Kitty woke up. She realised that she still had Kurt's history book that she'd borrowed yesterday. She got dressed and went to his room. Evan was also up and skated down the hall towards her.
"Gangway! Comin' through!" he yelled. Kitty had to half phase through a wall to ovoid him.
"Evan! You know you're not supposed to skate inside the mansion!" she yelled after him. Kitty knocked on Kurt's door but there was no answer.
"Kurt?" Kitty knocked harder then checked her watch, he wouldn't be downstairs already. "Kurt? Stop messing around and open the door!" she was getting worried now and pounded at the door "Kurt, if you don't answer me I'm going to come in!" there was still no answer so she phased through the door.
At first glance nothing seemed wrong, then Kitty noticed that the bed was incredily messed up, the windows were wide open and there was a syringe on the floor. Kitty dropped the book and pieced together what had happened incredibly quickly.
"KURT'S BEEN KIDNAPPED! " she screamed as she ran down the corridor and repeated this, knocking on everyone's doors.
Chrissa knew that something important was happening. She looked around the clean room that she lived in. The floor was tiled and the walls were metal. There was only a single bed which was so old it was hard like rock.
Chrissa had grown up in this room, there was a door leading to toilet facilities but there was no way out.
This didn't bother Chrissa though, she had never known anything else. She'd spend hours staring out of the large window, looking at the countryside and at the sky.
Every 7 days some people would come in and inject something into her. They never spoke and Chrissa never bothered to try to make them. She understood English but only to a certain degree. Chrissa didn't know about cuture, families, religion, agriculture or anything about civilisation.
Chrissa knew something was wrong because she kept on hearing footsteps running past her door. She wasn't used to this at all and became agitated that her personal silence was repeatedly being ruined.
The thing was that Chrissa didn't actually need to eat (that was why she only saw people every 7 days) so she was used to hours spent in silence.
She soon got used to the padding feet running past the walls and they grew to become a comfort. Chrissa was very tired again, she had been going in and out of sleep for days now, she was sure that there had been something different in the last injection she'd had three days ago.
Chrissa rarely slept on the bed and clurled up on the floor before drifting off into confusing dreams.
Kitty walked into the computer room. The professor was sitting in his wheel chair.
"Have you found out what was in the syringe?" she asked tentatively
"Yes, an incredible drug capable of knocking out a grown man in 30 seconds. With the dosage Kurt got he would have been unconscious in 10."
"But why didn't he teleport?"
"This drug also affects the memory, even if Kurt remebered his teleportation, I doubt he'd know how to use it". Kitty stared at the floor, Xavier saw her expression
"We will find him Kitty" She nodded
"I know"
Of course, Kurt wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a dark shade of blue from head to toe. One three-fingered hand rested on his pillow and a pointed ear was clearly visible behind his dark blue hair.
A silent hand opened the window from the outside and two large men came into Kurt's room without making a sound. They both wore entirely black and one of them had a thick black belt on. The man with the belt was lightly built and clearly very fast. His name was Stevens. The other was bulkier and muscular. He was called Matthews.
"That it?" Matthews asked, indicating towards Kurt
"Guess so" Stevens replied in a whisper. It had taken them several hours to get past the security systems for long enough to get their bounty but it would be worth it when they got paid. He looked with disgust at the teenager and took something out of his belt that glimmered slightly in the moonlight. A syringe.
With silent steps they approached Kurt. Stevens geustured for Matthews to go around the other side of the bed so that they surrounded him. Matthews tensed his muscles up and his hand was now inches above Kurt's mouth to stop him from screaming out. Stevens began to guide the sharp needle towards Kurts neck.
Even though he wasn't awake, Kurt knew something was wrong and was beginning to shift and wriggle in his sleep. Matthews put his hand even closer to Kurts face.
The second the metal embedded itself in his skin Kurts eyes snapped open and he saw the men. As he opened his mouth to yell for the others a heavy hand clamped itself over his mouth. Kurt struggled against the hands that were holding both his arms down but they were too strong.
The drug that had been injected into him was beginning to kick in and Kurt was trying to remember what he would have done before in this situation. He knew that it was something only he could do but he couldn't remember what it was.
He was also begnning to forget other things like, what was his name?
Kirk?
And where was he? The world around him seemed to be fading into darkness and the two men were disappearing. Kurt found that he couldn't try to force the hand off his mouth any more He was running out of energy fast and he was beginning to slip into unconsciousness.
By the time he had remembered about his teleportation, it was too late.
Hours later, Kitty woke up. She realised that she still had Kurt's history book that she'd borrowed yesterday. She got dressed and went to his room. Evan was also up and skated down the hall towards her.
"Gangway! Comin' through!" he yelled. Kitty had to half phase through a wall to ovoid him.
"Evan! You know you're not supposed to skate inside the mansion!" she yelled after him. Kitty knocked on Kurt's door but there was no answer.
"Kurt?" Kitty knocked harder then checked her watch, he wouldn't be downstairs already. "Kurt? Stop messing around and open the door!" she was getting worried now and pounded at the door "Kurt, if you don't answer me I'm going to come in!" there was still no answer so she phased through the door.
At first glance nothing seemed wrong, then Kitty noticed that the bed was incredily messed up, the windows were wide open and there was a syringe on the floor. Kitty dropped the book and pieced together what had happened incredibly quickly.
"KURT'S BEEN KIDNAPPED! " she screamed as she ran down the corridor and repeated this, knocking on everyone's doors.
Chrissa knew that something important was happening. She looked around the clean room that she lived in. The floor was tiled and the walls were metal. There was only a single bed which was so old it was hard like rock.
Chrissa had grown up in this room, there was a door leading to toilet facilities but there was no way out.
This didn't bother Chrissa though, she had never known anything else. She'd spend hours staring out of the large window, looking at the countryside and at the sky.
Every 7 days some people would come in and inject something into her. They never spoke and Chrissa never bothered to try to make them. She understood English but only to a certain degree. Chrissa didn't know about cuture, families, religion, agriculture or anything about civilisation.
Chrissa knew something was wrong because she kept on hearing footsteps running past her door. She wasn't used to this at all and became agitated that her personal silence was repeatedly being ruined.
The thing was that Chrissa didn't actually need to eat (that was why she only saw people every 7 days) so she was used to hours spent in silence.
She soon got used to the padding feet running past the walls and they grew to become a comfort. Chrissa was very tired again, she had been going in and out of sleep for days now, she was sure that there had been something different in the last injection she'd had three days ago.
Chrissa rarely slept on the bed and clurled up on the floor before drifting off into confusing dreams.
Kitty walked into the computer room. The professor was sitting in his wheel chair.
"Have you found out what was in the syringe?" she asked tentatively
"Yes, an incredible drug capable of knocking out a grown man in 30 seconds. With the dosage Kurt got he would have been unconscious in 10."
"But why didn't he teleport?"
"This drug also affects the memory, even if Kurt remebered his teleportation, I doubt he'd know how to use it". Kitty stared at the floor, Xavier saw her expression
"We will find him Kitty" She nodded
"I know"