He sat in the dark, eyes wide, staring in to space. Nothing seemed to be there, no one seemed to be alive. His heart raced as he thought of the attack. The image of Jean's skin being ripped from her body haunted him. Storm's terrified voice echoed in his mind. "Help me Kurt!" she had begged as her bones were crushed from the weight of the air closing in around her. A single tear ran from his eye. He was all alone here, thought of as a freak more that ever.br

Gently he rested his body against the padded wall of the empty room. It had been nearly a week since he had woken from the coma…the coma he was in for over a year. He wiped his cheek with his blue velvety hand. The white shirt and pants he wore stood out against his skin and seemed to glow in the darkness. br

He wasn't the same Nightcrawler after he had awoken from his coma. He seemed darker and his mind was messed up. The whole story had retold itself in his head while he was unconscious. People came for him a few days after he had awoke. They found him in the hospital shower trying to hang himself, blood flowing from fresh cuts on his wrists and ankles. Life had become too overwhelming for him. He couldn't handle his life without Ororo, his teammate Storm. br

All the of his teammates were dead. It was amazing that he even escaped alive. The sentinels had gone too far and actually killed the people he loved most. The only thing for him to do was to find the institute. Surely, he thought, the professor will be there and he will know what to do. But there was no way for him to escape. And even if he did, he had no clue where he was. Now more than ever he wanted to take his own life. Banging his head against the wall he stared up to the ceiling. br

"WHY GOD?!!! WHY DID YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME?!" he shouted , breaking down into tears. "They were all I had…all I ever had…"