How do you spell confusion??
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I have no idea how to work this blasted thing, but I guess I'll try anyway. This isn't like some of those stories that have no purpose, I definitely know where I'm going with this. I've got 50 pages written already, and I'll try to update this periodically. Any advice and suggestions are welcome, but don't be offended if I don't use them or hold off until later.
And to all of you romance buffs, sorry, my story just isn't about that. Some of the characters will get hurt, even the ones I like, so if you have a problem when someone gets their butt kicked, just remember that I do too.
Now the formalities. Disclaimer: Furor Paxx and VulgateOfEarth do not own the X-Men or any affiliates. All are the property of Marvel Entertainment Group, Inc and its various affiliates and partners. Phoenix Malcolm, Haiden Malcolm and all irregular characters are the sole property of Furor Paxx and are being used with permission. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ ~^~^~^~^~
Somewhere in the dark, there was a sigh and the gentle rustle of bedsheets as Kurt gave up trying to sleep. He had sat in bed for hours, counting sheep, thinking, mentally reviewing for that big American Gov. test for tomorrow. He sat up and instinctively glanced at the clock. Okay, the big American Gov. test today. Without thinking, he slipped the tip of his tail in his mouth and began gnawing on it. Something was bothering him, and it bothered him that whatever it was had gotten to the point that he couldn't ignore it anymore.
"C'mon, it's four in zee morning, vhy am I not asleep?" Kurt's whispered voice was the only sound though. Everyone else was asleep, like he would have, should have been. He stood and paced the floor. After about half an hour of wearing the carpet thin, he opened the window. It was cold, freezing, but he stood in front of the window as long as he could stand before slamming it shut and scuttling back to bed. Once again he found himself staring at the ceiling, wishing that he could read his own mind and find out what was wrong. Since he couldn't do that, and since it was warm underneath the blanket, Kurt just fell asleep, drowning his nagging worry in the blankness of deep sleep.
~~ In the Morning ~~
"We're gonna be late, people. Let's get a move on." Scott picked up his bookbag without breaking a stride and called to the others. "Are you waiting for a personal invitation? Move it, Evan, you too, Kitty. Where's Kurt? Anybody seen Kurt?"
"Kurt? I thought I saw him a minute ago, man, but you know how he is." Evan grabbed an apple and walked towards the door.
"Hey, where's my algebra homework?" Kitty was flipping through her notebook, completely oblivious to Scott's question. "Found it. I almost, like, died just then."
"Nice. Kurt! Get down here!" Scott yelled up the stairs. Kurt was usually the first person down in the mornings.
"Scott, he's already outside!" Evan yelled through the door. Scott sighed and grabbed his keys.
"Vhat!? I didn't touch your notebook! Vhat vould I do viz a girlie algebra notebook? I'm taking geometry." Kurt's German accent rang through the cold air.
"Well, like, you always pull stunts like that!" Kitty yelled at him. She was in a bad mood. 'Probably from staying up so late last night, I told her not to cram,' Scott thought to himself.
"Give it a rest, it's too early for this." He said, already tired of playing mediator. No one seemed to understand just how hard it was to keep so many teens together. 'Listen to me, as if I'm so much better.'
"Get in the car. Anyone who yells is gonna walk to school."
"Can ve just valk back home?"
"Can it, Kurt." Scott allowed himself a small grin as the blue-haired fifteen year old took up his usual seat in the back. From there he could taunt the people in the front and bother the person next to him as well. Despite all the arguments Kurt caused, he really was a trip. "Now for once, can we have peace on the way to school? Please?"
"Scott, mein Fruend, I don't vant to disappoint you, you know zat right?"
"Just zip it, Blue-Boy. I have to, like, get in the mood for this test." Kitty was looking back at her notes, no doubt she'd forget everything once she got in class, but Scott had done all he could to help her, she was on her own. Surprisingly, Kurt did fall silent, and didn't say a word until they got out of the car.
"You okay, Kurt?" Evan asked him, but Kurt was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear.
~~ Lunch ~~
"Guten Tag!" Kurt was up to his usual tricks, flirting with just about every girl who walked past the group. He diverted enough attention to Evan to say those two words before he was hitting on the next girl. He cracked a dumb joke, and then the girl's friends called her over to their table.
"Man, you just don't give up do you?" Evan asked as he opened his milk carton.
"Ach, chicks dig the fuzzy dude." Kurt grinned. Kitty, Jean Grey and Scott sat at the table then, and Kurt was obliged to annoy them. He was just going into how Kitty had choked on her test when he saw Pietro Maximoff walking a stranger out of the school. Kurt's poor little brain couldn't take all that in at once, his eyes actually saw Pietro, the fastest mutant on possibly the whole planet, and that was it. Half the time Pietro was moving so fast that you couldn't see him, just a blur where he was three seconds before you noticed him. And here he was, walking.
"Do you see vhat I see? Or am I suffering from post-test stress?" He nudged Evan and pointed.
"Is that Pietro? Why's he walking all slow?"
"Who's the guy with him?"
"Vanna go ask?"
"You're kidding, right? Kurt?" Kitty looked at him as though he was crazy. Pietro and Evan just didn't mix and the fact that Pietro was part of the Brotherhood only made it worse.
"Vhy should I be kidding?" Kurt looked genuinely puzzled.
"Heads up, he's coming this way." Scott said. The five of them looked up and watched Pietro and the stranger walk to their table.
"Greetings." The stranger said as soon as he was in speaking distance of the group.
"Guten Tag." Kurt answered as cheerfully as he knew how.
"Grustich. Ich bin Phoenix." The stranger returned in fluent German. "That's about all I remember from my classes, but hey, who cares?" Phoenix looked around the table. "Nice to meet you guys."
"This is Phoenix Malcolm, he got into so much trouble at home that his family shipped 'em to us. I don't want 'em, so he's all yours." Pietro spoke fast on his best days, and today he was looking really out of sorts, the words slurred and everyone had to think about what he said. Without even waiting for a response, he sped off to brood and plot with his friends, Todd, Lance and Fred.
And that left Phoenix and the five friends sitting around the table.
"What a moron." He said absently. He had a shifty gaze, his eyes never lingered on anything for more that a second, but his erect posture and casual attitude gave the impression that he didn't miss a thing and even then was planning some kind of mischief.
"So, um, Phoenix, what school are you from?" Scott said, scrambling for straws. He was still kind of shaken by the way that Pietro just abandoned Phoenix, and with enemies, too.
"Haven't been to school in two years. I had a private tutor while I was locked up. Then I got out of jail and thrown in a hospital." A small grin worked its way across his face, and a strange glint lit in his eyes. None of the X-men thought he had been in a normal hospital, in fact, they probably would have placed money on the fact that it wasn't.
"So. Um. I hope you like Bayville High." There was an awkward silence as the friends tried to think of something to say.
"Are you. you know?" Kurt prompted.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What's it to you?"
"Just vondering. I mean, vhy would your parents send you to Magn- ah, Pietro's house?"
"They're dead. My great aunt and uncle shipped me to this dump." Something flicked behind Phoenix's eyes and everyone but Kurt shifted in their seats. He was too busy dealing with the wave of emotion that hit him with a fury. His mind filled with the same questions as earlier that morning, this time they demanded to be answered, but as usual, he had none. "It was nice talking to you. Maybe we can get together sometime. Chat and whatever else you fancy types do all day." Phoenix turned, a weird, indecisive move that started at his shoulders and eventually made its way to his legs. Without another word, or even a glance behind him, he walked away, leaving the X-men with a bad taste in their mouths and an odd sense of foreboding in their hearts.
I have no idea how to work this blasted thing, but I guess I'll try anyway. This isn't like some of those stories that have no purpose, I definitely know where I'm going with this. I've got 50 pages written already, and I'll try to update this periodically. Any advice and suggestions are welcome, but don't be offended if I don't use them or hold off until later.
And to all of you romance buffs, sorry, my story just isn't about that. Some of the characters will get hurt, even the ones I like, so if you have a problem when someone gets their butt kicked, just remember that I do too.
Now the formalities. Disclaimer: Furor Paxx and VulgateOfEarth do not own the X-Men or any affiliates. All are the property of Marvel Entertainment Group, Inc and its various affiliates and partners. Phoenix Malcolm, Haiden Malcolm and all irregular characters are the sole property of Furor Paxx and are being used with permission. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ ~^~^~^~^~
Somewhere in the dark, there was a sigh and the gentle rustle of bedsheets as Kurt gave up trying to sleep. He had sat in bed for hours, counting sheep, thinking, mentally reviewing for that big American Gov. test for tomorrow. He sat up and instinctively glanced at the clock. Okay, the big American Gov. test today. Without thinking, he slipped the tip of his tail in his mouth and began gnawing on it. Something was bothering him, and it bothered him that whatever it was had gotten to the point that he couldn't ignore it anymore.
"C'mon, it's four in zee morning, vhy am I not asleep?" Kurt's whispered voice was the only sound though. Everyone else was asleep, like he would have, should have been. He stood and paced the floor. After about half an hour of wearing the carpet thin, he opened the window. It was cold, freezing, but he stood in front of the window as long as he could stand before slamming it shut and scuttling back to bed. Once again he found himself staring at the ceiling, wishing that he could read his own mind and find out what was wrong. Since he couldn't do that, and since it was warm underneath the blanket, Kurt just fell asleep, drowning his nagging worry in the blankness of deep sleep.
~~ In the Morning ~~
"We're gonna be late, people. Let's get a move on." Scott picked up his bookbag without breaking a stride and called to the others. "Are you waiting for a personal invitation? Move it, Evan, you too, Kitty. Where's Kurt? Anybody seen Kurt?"
"Kurt? I thought I saw him a minute ago, man, but you know how he is." Evan grabbed an apple and walked towards the door.
"Hey, where's my algebra homework?" Kitty was flipping through her notebook, completely oblivious to Scott's question. "Found it. I almost, like, died just then."
"Nice. Kurt! Get down here!" Scott yelled up the stairs. Kurt was usually the first person down in the mornings.
"Scott, he's already outside!" Evan yelled through the door. Scott sighed and grabbed his keys.
"Vhat!? I didn't touch your notebook! Vhat vould I do viz a girlie algebra notebook? I'm taking geometry." Kurt's German accent rang through the cold air.
"Well, like, you always pull stunts like that!" Kitty yelled at him. She was in a bad mood. 'Probably from staying up so late last night, I told her not to cram,' Scott thought to himself.
"Give it a rest, it's too early for this." He said, already tired of playing mediator. No one seemed to understand just how hard it was to keep so many teens together. 'Listen to me, as if I'm so much better.'
"Get in the car. Anyone who yells is gonna walk to school."
"Can ve just valk back home?"
"Can it, Kurt." Scott allowed himself a small grin as the blue-haired fifteen year old took up his usual seat in the back. From there he could taunt the people in the front and bother the person next to him as well. Despite all the arguments Kurt caused, he really was a trip. "Now for once, can we have peace on the way to school? Please?"
"Scott, mein Fruend, I don't vant to disappoint you, you know zat right?"
"Just zip it, Blue-Boy. I have to, like, get in the mood for this test." Kitty was looking back at her notes, no doubt she'd forget everything once she got in class, but Scott had done all he could to help her, she was on her own. Surprisingly, Kurt did fall silent, and didn't say a word until they got out of the car.
"You okay, Kurt?" Evan asked him, but Kurt was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear.
~~ Lunch ~~
"Guten Tag!" Kurt was up to his usual tricks, flirting with just about every girl who walked past the group. He diverted enough attention to Evan to say those two words before he was hitting on the next girl. He cracked a dumb joke, and then the girl's friends called her over to their table.
"Man, you just don't give up do you?" Evan asked as he opened his milk carton.
"Ach, chicks dig the fuzzy dude." Kurt grinned. Kitty, Jean Grey and Scott sat at the table then, and Kurt was obliged to annoy them. He was just going into how Kitty had choked on her test when he saw Pietro Maximoff walking a stranger out of the school. Kurt's poor little brain couldn't take all that in at once, his eyes actually saw Pietro, the fastest mutant on possibly the whole planet, and that was it. Half the time Pietro was moving so fast that you couldn't see him, just a blur where he was three seconds before you noticed him. And here he was, walking.
"Do you see vhat I see? Or am I suffering from post-test stress?" He nudged Evan and pointed.
"Is that Pietro? Why's he walking all slow?"
"Who's the guy with him?"
"Vanna go ask?"
"You're kidding, right? Kurt?" Kitty looked at him as though he was crazy. Pietro and Evan just didn't mix and the fact that Pietro was part of the Brotherhood only made it worse.
"Vhy should I be kidding?" Kurt looked genuinely puzzled.
"Heads up, he's coming this way." Scott said. The five of them looked up and watched Pietro and the stranger walk to their table.
"Greetings." The stranger said as soon as he was in speaking distance of the group.
"Guten Tag." Kurt answered as cheerfully as he knew how.
"Grustich. Ich bin Phoenix." The stranger returned in fluent German. "That's about all I remember from my classes, but hey, who cares?" Phoenix looked around the table. "Nice to meet you guys."
"This is Phoenix Malcolm, he got into so much trouble at home that his family shipped 'em to us. I don't want 'em, so he's all yours." Pietro spoke fast on his best days, and today he was looking really out of sorts, the words slurred and everyone had to think about what he said. Without even waiting for a response, he sped off to brood and plot with his friends, Todd, Lance and Fred.
And that left Phoenix and the five friends sitting around the table.
"What a moron." He said absently. He had a shifty gaze, his eyes never lingered on anything for more that a second, but his erect posture and casual attitude gave the impression that he didn't miss a thing and even then was planning some kind of mischief.
"So, um, Phoenix, what school are you from?" Scott said, scrambling for straws. He was still kind of shaken by the way that Pietro just abandoned Phoenix, and with enemies, too.
"Haven't been to school in two years. I had a private tutor while I was locked up. Then I got out of jail and thrown in a hospital." A small grin worked its way across his face, and a strange glint lit in his eyes. None of the X-men thought he had been in a normal hospital, in fact, they probably would have placed money on the fact that it wasn't.
"So. Um. I hope you like Bayville High." There was an awkward silence as the friends tried to think of something to say.
"Are you. you know?" Kurt prompted.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What's it to you?"
"Just vondering. I mean, vhy would your parents send you to Magn- ah, Pietro's house?"
"They're dead. My great aunt and uncle shipped me to this dump." Something flicked behind Phoenix's eyes and everyone but Kurt shifted in their seats. He was too busy dealing with the wave of emotion that hit him with a fury. His mind filled with the same questions as earlier that morning, this time they demanded to be answered, but as usual, he had none. "It was nice talking to you. Maybe we can get together sometime. Chat and whatever else you fancy types do all day." Phoenix turned, a weird, indecisive move that started at his shoulders and eventually made its way to his legs. Without another word, or even a glance behind him, he walked away, leaving the X-men with a bad taste in their mouths and an odd sense of foreboding in their hearts.