My Life, My Hell
Prelude: Enter the Tundra
"My mind is on empty, that's all I have to say." mused the twenty-one-year-old woman sitting at an ebony desk in the empty classroom. Her voice held a slight Romanian accent as the words poured smoothly from her lips. The clock on her laptop screen read 2:25 A.M., but she seemed to have no intentions of leaving soon.
She leaned back on her plush chair, her pale skin glowing from the Moon's white light. Her eyes reflected the semi-filled page of writing on the screen, and it gave them a colder feeling than usual. After another hour or two, she sighed and snapped the laptop shut, running a hand through her black hair. "I need sleep, or else I won't be able to be here tomorrow . . . " she muttered, standing slowly from the comfortable seat. She held her laptop with one arm as she picked up her jacket with the other.
Before she exited her comfort space in order to return to the confines of her room, she took one more look into the classroom, smiling softly. "See you tomorrow."
"Good morning, Evelyn." greeted a cheery voice that could only belong to Kitty Pryde. Her eyes opened at her name being called, the blue orbs holding a cruel coldness to them. "Yeah, I get it. You're not a morning person." She said slowly, holding her hands up in defense.
Evelyn smiled softly with a laugh, shrugging. "My apologies, but someone like me doesn't really like . . . mornings." Kitty sat next to her and nudged her arm, smirking. "Oh, don't hide it from me, I know you just love mornings!" she accused. Evelyn arched her brow in confusion, looking at the younger girl as if she was off her phasing rocker.
"What are you talking about?" "You know . . . The only reason you get up in the mornings!" The pale-skinned woman visibly twitched as she growled in frustration. She crossed her arms across her chest as she pouted like a young child. Kitty couldn't help but let out an excited shriek, which alerted a few other X-Men that were lingering about the kitchen for breakfast.
"So you do like him!" she concluded, pointing a finger at Evelyn. She had retreated a foot or two, just to be safe from the cold mutant's vengeance. "I'll never tell, and neither will you." Came the cold reply from the dark mutant. She stood up and left the kitchen as she sensed a headache approaching.
Strangely, as soon as Evelyn had left, a tired Kurt Wagner entered. A chorus of 'hellos' arose from the other X-Men as he poured coffee into his mug and sat down, fixing a loose cuff on his shirt.
Kitty couldn't help but let a smile float onto her face as she phased through the wall in the direction of the classrooms.
If Kitty had a right mind, which Evelyn highly doubted, she would heed her warning.
For a lack of a better term, she didn't do crushes. It wasn't her thing. Hell, she didn't even have a thing, whatever that was. These thoughts, along with other mind-benders, coursed through Evelyn's mind as she sat silently in the same classroom she had last night.
Since the Sun was out, you could see pictures of famous authors and actors scattered over the walls. It looked like a regular college classroom, but downsized to look like a highschool one instead. The atmosphere was warm, which actually felt nice even for Evelyn, who was known to usually prefer the cold air of the mansion's sub-basement.
A shuffling sound occurred behind Evelyn, alerting her. She turned quickly to see an early student sit down at a desk in the center of the room. She smiled at them gently, earning a tired smile in return. A couple more students entered not too long after the first one had, and Evelyn felt herself growing warm on the inside as she watched them.
She was raised as a cold person, but the look of happiness and innocence of people's faces still warmed her frozen heart. It was never enough to melt it, though, which is one of the main things that Kitty teased her about. Her damned frozen heart.
As soon as the clock stuck eight on the dot, a 'bamf' sounded off inside of the room. Atop the desk stood their teacher, Kurt Wagner, better known as Nightcrawler from the X-Men. He is also the one that Evelyn apparently liked, according to Kitty.
Doubtful.
"Welkommen, Kinder! I am Mr. Wagner and welcome to Drama! Here, we will begin to learn about the most endearing stories throughout history. So, bitte, express yourselves. That is what drama is all about! Expressions." He announced, his noticeable German accent resounding off of the walls.
He bowed dramatically as he stepped off of his desk in one elegant stride, turning to take Evelyn's hand in his three-fingered one. He pulled her gently to the front of the classroom and smiled a fang-toothed grin.
"Und this, this is my assistant, Evelyn! Isn't she beautiful, Kinder?" he mused, lifting her hand to his mouth and brushing his lips over the pale skin. The small crowd of students erupted in hushed whispers and giggles about their two teachers.
"Well, I think we are the next gossip, Fraulein." "Yes, I suppose we are. Thank you for starting up a scandal, love." she replied sarcastically, taking her hand away from his.
He shrugged and took some papers from his desk. "All in good fun, liebchen, don't be angry with me." he asked softly, his prehensile tail holding out a small flower to her that he had taken from the small vase on his desk. She sighed and took the flower, smiling at the blue man. "Thank you." she whispered, a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Nein, thank you, liebchen." She turned her gaze back to the blue-furred man in front of her. Why is he thanking me? she asked herself, a confused gaze appearing on her pale face. All she received as assurance was an Errol Flynn grin as he sauntered through the student's desks with a flourish that only Kurt Wagner could manage.
Quite the dramatic effect for just passing out worksheets, but that is just the character known as Kurt.
Evelyn wouldn't have it any other way, even if she'd never admit it.
"Our first lesson: Improvisation!" Exclaimed the excited Kurt Wagner as he finished passing out the worksheets. "Everyone has a little inspiration bug inside of them. All they need to do is find it and bring it out in order to create scenes lovely enough that they may make history. All you need to do is try." He assured them, a caring gaze in his golden orbs as he looked at his students.
Evelyn knew this look too well. It was the look he had given her when she first walked into this room. It was the look he gave you when he decided to open himself, to expose his soul.
This was the look that changed Evelyn's life. She let a ghost of a smile appear on her lips as she watched him teach, knowing that he took pride in all that he did. She attempted to distract herself in reading some stories from the textbook, but before she could register much, Kurt dragged her to stand next to him.
"Now, me and my lovely assistant will show you all our own example of improvisation!" "We are?" She asked, her eyes wide. It's at times like this that I actually might want to hurt him. Might.
"Dear Delilah, why must you be so cold towards me?" Spoke Kurt, now in a heartbroken persona. "Because, Markus, I must be gone from this place that binds me. Therefore, you must be gone from me as well." Replied Evelyn with a cold, distant voice of a torn woman. 'Markus' took 'Delilah's' hands in his, leaning close. "If I could destroy the world to keep you here with me, then let me become the Devil himself."
"Do not lie to me, Markus, it is unbecoming." With a scoff, he released her hands, looking away. He ran a quivering hand through his hair in frustration, grinding his teeth. "I can not just let you go! We've been through the risks and dangers that rival that of a Montague and Capulet. Does that not matter to you?" 'Delilah' gave him a saddened expression, eyes watering.
"As if it does not, Markus! Of course it matters to me, probably more so than it does you." She retorted harshly, stomping her foot on the ground. Her voice sounded strained, as if choked by tears. 'Markus' turned to see his lover's watery eyes and he rushed forward to envelop her into a warm embrace.
"My Delilah, our love defeats all. So please, do not strain it, for it is delicate but strong. Just like you. Such beauty should not know such pain." He whispered, leaning his head forward for a romantic kiss.
Before their lips touched, Kurt returned to his own self, twirling Evelyn quickly before they both bowed to the students.
"Und that is how it is done, Kinder." He said proudly as he gave a proud smile to Evelyn, which was returned.