Ok, so this is my first fanfic piece that I've published here and I have no idea how it will go (hopefully well). It's just a one-shot at whatever ideas came into my head and grouped themselves together. If it does good, who knows, I might write some more, if not, meh.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters in this story (unfortunately) except for my OC Alyssa Drake.
Please enjoy and remember, it's only a story :)
He was falling. Well, spiralling. Straight downwards, full circle. Round and round and round. And the worst thing about it? He couldn't teleport. Something, or someone, was blocking his powers. Did he shout or cry for help? Did he panic and start scrambling through the air? No. "Oh great", muttered a sarcastic Nightcrawler, as he sped closer and closer towards the ground.
Just as he 'hit' it, a cloud of dust rose upwards and around him, cushioning the landing and sitting him on the dirt. Shrugging, he stood up and looked around. The scenery wasn't surprising. It was the same as it had always been, for the past month. Bleak, dull, sandy and most importantly, empty. About four miles of open desert stretched on every side of him before it reached the skyline, where the sky was sea blue until a pale watery edge shimmered into the retreating sunset. He wasn't worrying to much about the lack of people, or the lack of water, or the lack of teleportation. Instead, he kind of slumped, crossing his arms and pondering, for the millionth time why the hell he was here. I mean come on, it was a dream! And surely in a dream this vivid you could be wherever you wanted , imagine whatever you wanted, he thought, almost angrily. But no, instead he was stuck in the middle of a desert.. So, with no sign of a way out any time soon, Kurt spun on his heel and started off in the direction he was facing.
It didn't take long for the boredom to kick in. There was nothing of excitement in this dream. But for the last four weeks, there had only been this dream, replaying over and over again. He would land, sometimes head first, in the murky sand, search for any kind of life, before giving up and wandering until his self decided to wake up. The strange thing was that when he woke up in the morning, he always felt tired, like he really had walked all night. But that was impossible. This was only a dream.
Suddenly something stopped his thoughts. Because it was his time to stop, as he always did at this point. Knowing exactly what to expect, he shielded his narrowing eyes as darkness took over the horizon, and looked up. Sure enough, about a mile away, a series of explosions rang through the sand and air, signalling some kind of fight. This always happened, he sighed, hoping for something more creative. But the scene stayed the same, so he just watched as several figures darted around, past, and into each other. And then, expected once again, he saw the girl. Although he wouldn't say it out loud, he's given her the name Ghost, because she always appeared and disappeared suddenly, out of nowhere. And because he had never spoken to her. She was too far away to see properly, but her dark complexion and hair stood out like a stain against the yellow musk of the sand. She approached the scene of the battle slowly and then lifted her hands – as usual – a red beam swept from them, silencing the other figures before they turned on their heels and ran. Seeing the fight was over, Kurt lowered his hand, and stared at the girl, who any minute now...Yes, that's right, go ahead, he shrugged, as the girl stopped what she was doing and turned to stare directly at him. He knew it was a dream, but all the same it felt as if she really could see him.
But before he could retaliate, he woke up. Startled, and slightly jumpy, Kurt leapt upwards and found himself outside on the balcony. The sun was lifting above the low clouds. Shivering – perhaps from the cold – he teleported back in to his room, crawled under the covers and yawned, just as the alarm went off beside the bed. Punching at it angrily, he stumbled out of the bed again and hurriedly got dressed before heading downstairs, too tired to even teleport, grumbling and yawning his way past everyone else.