The Part Of My Fiction You Love To Hate:
***THE AUTHOR'S NOTES***
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Alrighty... obviously, Xmen, Kurt/Nightcrawler aren't mine and anyone with half a brain can see that.... with that outta the way, let's get a few things explained.... as are most of my fics, this is AU, meaning it really has barely or rather nothing at all to do with the real story line. I wasn't sure which section to put this in, seeing as its a mix of Nightcrawler from Evo and the X2 Movie... so I just put it under Evo.... And yes, Kurt is alot older in this fic, (try close to his 20's, and yes, he's still damn sexy *snuggles her Nightcrawler toy*) Any questions about it, just ask in the reveiws, and I know I prolly didnt get everything right when it comes to being accurate with the story line(s) but what the hell... I'm doing this because my friend Mia got me OBSESSED with Kurt!!!!!!!! *drools* Erm... yeah... ok... now that that's said and done... ON WIT' DA FIC!
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Chapter One
"The Calm Before The Storm"
The thunder in the distance raged on almost endlessly in the dark clouded sky above the abandoned church. Inside, the lightning reflected a haunting scene of Christ being impaled on the wall as it flashed through the painted glass window.
The rain came next, pounding down on the old, leaking roof, droplets seeping into the carpet before the tarnished alter.
On such a cold night, one would normally take comfort and peace in such a holy place, but it had become more like a prison to the mutant that dwelled there.
Kurt Wagner, otherwise known to some as Nightcrawler slipped against the wall in the loft above the ceiling, sighing as he looked out the window, seeing a flash of lightning flicker through the sky.
On nights like this, he always sat at the very window, staring blankly into the storm. His expression was almost uncaring, unfazed, though inside of him, his soul was silently being torn apart.
Despite the fact that he hated to admit it, he was lonely on nights like these… then again, he had been alone ever since he left Xavior's school, but there was something about the storm outside that seemed like a physical manifestation of his own thoughts and emotions.
The whole reason he had left the X-mansion was to prove a point to them… that he could survive outside the dome they had built around him and the others. He knew how to use his powers far before he joined up with the X-men, he only stayed there because he had told himself that he was too different to fit in anywhere else….then again, he never fully fit in at the school either.
Sure, everyone else there had mutant abilities like he did, but at least they were lucky enough to look 'normal'. Everyone had said they understood him, and didn't care about what he looked like, he still noticed things. Small things that anyone else would write off as nothing. He tried to reason with himself time and time again, telling himself that he was just imagining it, that it was all in his head, but after a while, he got tired of lying to himself.
It had nearly been three years since he then….he had been surviving the best way he knew how to, even if it meant secluding himself to an abandoned church for most of his days.
He'd go out in public once in a while, teleporting from one place to another, picking up the necessary items at a grocery store and whatnot. He was doing rather well for himself, though the lack of social contact had taken its toll on him mentally, if not physically as well.
His face no longer held the boyish features it once did, his profile was stronger and more rough. His hair had grown out considerably, and he had fell into the habit of pulling it back into a pony tail at the base of his neck. His body clearly showed the affects of maturity… his shoulders were broader, his arms more muscular.
He no longer looked like he did when he went to Xavior's school. He often thought that if it weren't for his blue fur and pointy ears, no one from the school would notice him if they saw him face to face.
The only thing that hadn't changed at all concerning his appearance was his eyes. Even though he had so many doubts about himself and others around him, his eyes never lost that sunny yellow appearance.
Kurt sighed once more, taking a long look out the window before teleporting over to the old mattress in the corner of the room.
He lied back and closed his eyes, the sound of thunder ringing in his ears as he drifted off into a restless sleep….
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A pair of emerald green eyes stared up at the darkening sky, flashing an obsidian black color as the moon cast a shard of light down upon the corner of the street. The street light flickered to life suddenly, casting a shadow of a young woman along the pavement.
The rain was still falling in buckets, but it didn't seem to faze the girl who stood near the corner of the alley. The hood of her jacket was pulled over her head, but left unzipped, a long sleeve white shirt and a red t-shirt pulled over it underneath. Her hair was long and pulled back into a low ponytail, small wisps of it framing her face like strands of dark silk. Her ears were decorated with an assortment of piercings, three silver studs in one, four in the other, and she wore a clump of spiked and steel balled bracelets on each wrist. The blue jeans she wore looked about two times her size and rested loosely on her slender frame, a pair of netted arm warmers crept over her hands. Her eyes where darkened more than nature had intended with black eyeliner and mascara, and where half lidded as she lazily looked around at her surroundings, an old tattered backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Hey there, good-lookin," A deep voice sounded from beside her, "What'sa girl like you hanging out on a street corner all by yourself?"
She looked up slowly, her gaze landing on a man standing just a few feet from her. A cocky, obnoxious smirk was on his face, a black umbrella held over his head, keeping out the rain. He looked like every other city idiot she had encountered in the past nine-teen years of her life. Tall and thin, face glowing with a fake amount of self worth, thinking just because she was alone at night in New York that she was easy or looking for a 'good time'.
"Nothing that concerns you, I'm sure." She mumbled.
The man didn't back down despite the cold tone of her voice but started inching closer to her, "Aw, com'on, babe." He said, the smirk on his face blooming into a grin, "If your lookin' for a place to go, then I'm sure I can help you out."
He reached out to her, his hand settling on her shoulder. The girl's eyes narrowed into slits, her hand clamped down on his before he could pull away, his fingertips going numb suddenly.
"I advise you not to touch me." She said, pushing his hand off her shoulder, "unless you wanna have you're hand ripped off and shoved down your throat….or worse."
The man smirked again, shaking off the numbness in his hand, "Quite a grip you have there…" he said in a wry tone, "Your one of those badass chicks, huh? I like that in a girl…"
She glared at him again, "And your one of those guys who thinks with the head between you're legs, rather than the one on your shoulders?"
"Sometimes…" He said with a chuckle, "Why? You lookin to find out?"
He cornered her suddenly, his arms on either side of her head, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. 'Goddamn drunk.' she thought, her stomach turning in disgust. If looks could only kill, he would have been cold in the ground.
The girl raised her hand and settled it over his face, her eyes narrowing and flashing black as a power pushed from her palm.
"What the fuck!?" he screamed, his sight blurring into darkness all of the sudden. "What did you do to me!?"
The girl's expression was unchanging as she shoved him back away from her, "I told you not to touch me." She said chillingly, turning and slipping into the shadows.
***THE AUTHOR'S NOTES***
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alrighty... obviously, Xmen, Kurt/Nightcrawler aren't mine and anyone with half a brain can see that.... with that outta the way, let's get a few things explained.... as are most of my fics, this is AU, meaning it really has barely or rather nothing at all to do with the real story line. I wasn't sure which section to put this in, seeing as its a mix of Nightcrawler from Evo and the X2 Movie... so I just put it under Evo.... And yes, Kurt is alot older in this fic, (try close to his 20's, and yes, he's still damn sexy *snuggles her Nightcrawler toy*) Any questions about it, just ask in the reveiws, and I know I prolly didnt get everything right when it comes to being accurate with the story line(s) but what the hell... I'm doing this because my friend Mia got me OBSESSED with Kurt!!!!!!!! *drools* Erm... yeah... ok... now that that's said and done... ON WIT' DA FIC!
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Chapter One
"The Calm Before The Storm"
The thunder in the distance raged on almost endlessly in the dark clouded sky above the abandoned church. Inside, the lightning reflected a haunting scene of Christ being impaled on the wall as it flashed through the painted glass window.
The rain came next, pounding down on the old, leaking roof, droplets seeping into the carpet before the tarnished alter.
On such a cold night, one would normally take comfort and peace in such a holy place, but it had become more like a prison to the mutant that dwelled there.
Kurt Wagner, otherwise known to some as Nightcrawler slipped against the wall in the loft above the ceiling, sighing as he looked out the window, seeing a flash of lightning flicker through the sky.
On nights like this, he always sat at the very window, staring blankly into the storm. His expression was almost uncaring, unfazed, though inside of him, his soul was silently being torn apart.
Despite the fact that he hated to admit it, he was lonely on nights like these… then again, he had been alone ever since he left Xavior's school, but there was something about the storm outside that seemed like a physical manifestation of his own thoughts and emotions.
The whole reason he had left the X-mansion was to prove a point to them… that he could survive outside the dome they had built around him and the others. He knew how to use his powers far before he joined up with the X-men, he only stayed there because he had told himself that he was too different to fit in anywhere else….then again, he never fully fit in at the school either.
Sure, everyone else there had mutant abilities like he did, but at least they were lucky enough to look 'normal'. Everyone had said they understood him, and didn't care about what he looked like, he still noticed things. Small things that anyone else would write off as nothing. He tried to reason with himself time and time again, telling himself that he was just imagining it, that it was all in his head, but after a while, he got tired of lying to himself.
It had nearly been three years since he then….he had been surviving the best way he knew how to, even if it meant secluding himself to an abandoned church for most of his days.
He'd go out in public once in a while, teleporting from one place to another, picking up the necessary items at a grocery store and whatnot. He was doing rather well for himself, though the lack of social contact had taken its toll on him mentally, if not physically as well.
His face no longer held the boyish features it once did, his profile was stronger and more rough. His hair had grown out considerably, and he had fell into the habit of pulling it back into a pony tail at the base of his neck. His body clearly showed the affects of maturity… his shoulders were broader, his arms more muscular.
He no longer looked like he did when he went to Xavior's school. He often thought that if it weren't for his blue fur and pointy ears, no one from the school would notice him if they saw him face to face.
The only thing that hadn't changed at all concerning his appearance was his eyes. Even though he had so many doubts about himself and others around him, his eyes never lost that sunny yellow appearance.
Kurt sighed once more, taking a long look out the window before teleporting over to the old mattress in the corner of the room.
He lied back and closed his eyes, the sound of thunder ringing in his ears as he drifted off into a restless sleep….
~*~
A pair of emerald green eyes stared up at the darkening sky, flashing an obsidian black color as the moon cast a shard of light down upon the corner of the street. The street light flickered to life suddenly, casting a shadow of a young woman along the pavement.
The rain was still falling in buckets, but it didn't seem to faze the girl who stood near the corner of the alley. The hood of her jacket was pulled over her head, but left unzipped, a long sleeve white shirt and a red t-shirt pulled over it underneath. Her hair was long and pulled back into a low ponytail, small wisps of it framing her face like strands of dark silk. Her ears were decorated with an assortment of piercings, three silver studs in one, four in the other, and she wore a clump of spiked and steel balled bracelets on each wrist. The blue jeans she wore looked about two times her size and rested loosely on her slender frame, a pair of netted arm warmers crept over her hands. Her eyes where darkened more than nature had intended with black eyeliner and mascara, and where half lidded as she lazily looked around at her surroundings, an old tattered backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Hey there, good-lookin," A deep voice sounded from beside her, "What'sa girl like you hanging out on a street corner all by yourself?"
She looked up slowly, her gaze landing on a man standing just a few feet from her. A cocky, obnoxious smirk was on his face, a black umbrella held over his head, keeping out the rain. He looked like every other city idiot she had encountered in the past nine-teen years of her life. Tall and thin, face glowing with a fake amount of self worth, thinking just because she was alone at night in New York that she was easy or looking for a 'good time'.
"Nothing that concerns you, I'm sure." She mumbled.
The man didn't back down despite the cold tone of her voice but started inching closer to her, "Aw, com'on, babe." He said, the smirk on his face blooming into a grin, "If your lookin' for a place to go, then I'm sure I can help you out."
He reached out to her, his hand settling on her shoulder. The girl's eyes narrowed into slits, her hand clamped down on his before he could pull away, his fingertips going numb suddenly.
"I advise you not to touch me." She said, pushing his hand off her shoulder, "unless you wanna have you're hand ripped off and shoved down your throat….or worse."
The man smirked again, shaking off the numbness in his hand, "Quite a grip you have there…" he said in a wry tone, "Your one of those badass chicks, huh? I like that in a girl…"
She glared at him again, "And your one of those guys who thinks with the head between you're legs, rather than the one on your shoulders?"
"Sometimes…" He said with a chuckle, "Why? You lookin to find out?"
He cornered her suddenly, his arms on either side of her head, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. 'Goddamn drunk.' she thought, her stomach turning in disgust. If looks could only kill, he would have been cold in the ground.
The girl raised her hand and settled it over his face, her eyes narrowing and flashing black as a power pushed from her palm.
"What the fuck!?" he screamed, his sight blurring into darkness all of the sudden. "What did you do to me!?"
The girl's expression was unchanging as she shoved him back away from her, "I told you not to touch me." She said chillingly, turning and slipping into the shadows.