I shouldn't begin new stories before finishing the others, but i can't seem to help it...

I don't own x-men, only the story...


"What happened, am I dead? Wait, if I'm dead, why does my head feel so weird?"

I slowly tried to open my tired eyes, but an unknown force seemed to be holding them down. I wanted to rub them with my hands, but for some reason, I wasn't able to use them. I wanted to panic, but I decided not to. I didn't have much energy left, so using it on something as ridiculous as panicking didn't seem appropriate. I had to open my eyes though.

I decided to try again, and this time I almost succeeded. I started to blink repeatedly, as my eyes tried to adjust to the faint light of a ceiling lamp.

After a minute of starring into the faint white light, I realized that I was seeing small spots. I finally looked away from it, as my eyes started to hurt again.

I turned my head to the left, wanting to get a better picture of wherever I was. I wasn't seeing clearly, everything seemed to sway, as if being on a boat, and I stared to feel dizzy. The first thing I saw through the haze was a metal door, and my possibly only way out. Besides that was an open door, with what looked like a small bathroom inside. The wall was a dark white, or maybe more grey than white.

I looked in the direction of the bathroom for a moment, as I felt the dizziness getting worse. I began to sweat a lot, and I felt like someone tried to burn me alive, but then it suddenly disappeared, and everything stopped swaying.

I once again tried to move my hands, but they were stuck. Someone had apparently tied me down, but why? Why was I here again? Did I do something I shouldn't have done? Am I a criminal? Why can't I seem to remember, and why does my body ache so badly?

I slowly turned my head to look the in opposite direction, which happened to be right, but all I saw was a small window, a normal one, not one of those you would find in a prison with small bars on it, but still too small to make any attempts to escape through it.

I was lost, alone and lost in a room that seemed all but pleasant. That was then the door shut open, and an unknown woman stepped inside. She was holding a small needle in one hand, and a wet cloth in the other.
She slowly came closer and closer, and I felt my heart pounding in a high speed, as she sat down on the edge of my bed. She then touched my chin with the back of her hand, frowned, and then laid the cloth of my forehead.

"You're burning up dear child, it's a miracle you're even awake. How are you feeling?" She asked me, and for a minute, I actually though she wanted to help me, but then I remembered that, whoever this lady was, she had still tied me up. I didn't answer her question.

"I see, you don't wish to talk to me, I understand. Now stay calm, this won't hurt, at least not too much, but it will help getting rid of the fever. It might have some sight effects though." She then stabbed me in the arm with the small needle, and suddenly I felt the dizziness return. I tried to stay focused on the woman's face, but in the end, it didn't really look like a face anymore, just one big blob of colors mixed together, as colors on a palette.

I tried to hide my discomfort as much as possible, but it didn't seem to work as she asked "Are you sure you're feeling alright? Do you need to throw up?"

I slowly shook my head, but she didn't seem to believe me as she leaved to find a bucket.

I felt my body tremble, my head ached, and my eyes began to sting, and then I felt the urge to throw up that little bit of food I had in my stomach. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling so weird?

The woman was holding my hair back, as I found my head buried in the bucket. Side effect, this was what she called a side effect? Now I really wanted to know what was inside that needle of hers.

After some minutes the dizziness finally settled down, and I found myself gasping for air. The woman let my head up just enough to almost be considered a sitting position, as she let a glass of water down my throat.
She then laid my head back on the pillow, and before I knew it, I was back to an uncomfortable sleep…


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"Psst, wake up!"

"Please just, wake up…"

I woke up to an unfamiliar boy's voice, but that wasn't possible, no one but me was meant to be in the room, it was possible just another side effect of the injection, so I decided to try and ignore it…

"I know you aren't asleep anymore…"

Well i tried...

"Bravo, oh all-knowing voice in my head, thank you for reminding me."

"Voice? What are you talking about? I'm not inside your head, I'm right out here." The voice seemed to echo through the small room. For some reason, I decided to go with it, and accept the fact that I may actually be talking to myself.

"Riiight. So voice, you have a name?"

"Hallo, are you still there?"

"I don't remember having a name."

"Okay then, how old are you?"

"I don't know…" At that point, I was starting go get seriously annoyed at the boy, or inner voice, or whatever I was taking to.

"Do you know anything?" I finally asked, sometime went, before getting an answer.

"I know I'm different, and I know you are different too."

"Great, so we're both crazy, thanks for the info."

"I didn't say you were crazy, I said you are different. You don't deserve to be in there, locked to a bed, alone, not knowing who, or what you are. Now, let me help you out of this terrible prison of yours."

"And if I let you free me, what do I then have to do in return?"

"Nothing big, I just can't bare seeing such a beautiful girl laying there, all sick and helpless, you need some fresh air."

"… Where are you?"

"Right outside your window."

I looked to my right, and sure enough, a silhouette of a teenage boy sad right there at the window, looking at me. It was dark outside, and I couldn't really see his face, but he sure was real enough.

"… I have to think about it, okay… Maybe you could come back tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'll come back tomorrow." He was just about to leave when I yelled out.

"Wait, now that you don't seem to have a name, is there at least something I might call you?"

"Sure, you may call me nightcrawler. Something I may call you?"

"… Shadowcat is all I can think of. You see, I don't remember having a name either."

"Well then ,Kätzchen, I'll see you tomorrow." Then the boy disappeared, leaving me with my thoughts as I still wondered if what just happened had been real or not.


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