I may have changed certain aspects of characters (ages, traits, etc) or locations in order for the story to flow better =)

This is my first fanfiction so please comment and let me know what you think =)

It was a baby boy.

It was a beautiful baby boy.

The midwife screamed and jumped backwards, dropping the infant to the ground.

It was a beautifully blue baby boy.

The weight she had gained over the last nine months was gone in a heartbeat. As she phased to her natural blue form, she took in the looks on the observers' faces before pulling her gun and killing all three of them instantaneously. She gathered the wailing child from the floor and headed for the window. They had an agreement; she would jump and he would catch her twelve foot before she hit the ground. She had faith in him, but she'd also had faith in humanity which had shunned her aside like the lazy maid does dust. He'd promised. They'd been through the plan a million times; each time strengthening the reassurance he'd be there. She closed her eyes, held her crying newborn to her chest and stepped off the ledge. He wasn't coming. They were going to die there and then, she was sure of it. She braced herself for the collision of cobalt blue and concrete grey. A flash of red appeared before her eyes and the next thing she knew, the three of them were sitting by a lake just a few hundred metres from the castle. Of course they were; he'd never broken a promise. The red man smiled at her and looked down at the blue bundle in his arms who was opening his eyes for the first time.

"Just like his mother's." said the red man as he kissed her blue cheek. She looked down and, sure enough, her own eyes were staring back at her. The pupil-less yellow sclera glowed, just like hers had for longer than she could remember. "I've found us a place in the Bavarian Alps. We should be safe there for a while." He was right; the castle staff weren't going to take lightly to the murder of three of their own, not so shortly after they'd also lost their master; her husband. They had no idea she was responsible for all four deaths. The red man wrapped his arms around the new mother and child and in a flash, they were home. She looked around; it was perfect. The perfect place for them to raise their son, who would later come to be known as Nightcrawler.

Almost 8 years had passed since that night. Almost 8 years of transforming, teleporting and translating. For his parents, anyway. His mother spent her days transforming into various beauties to run every-day errands; his father spent his days teleporting to other spots of the country, seeking out their next home; and they both spent whatever time went on socialising translating the German jabber into the English they understood. But young Kurt need not worry about his parents' doings; it seemed the only things he'd inherited were his mother's eyes, skin and attitude and his father's hands, feet and tail. He had no special gifts; his mother assured him they hadn't developed yet but he was adamant he was different. But how would he know? He never left the house unless they were moving to a new one. He had no need to translate what was said to him; it was spoken clearly and in a language he pretty much knew inside-out. How he had developed a German accent baffled his parents as much as it did him; his father pinned it down to too much television.

"Kurt!" his mother's voices, although multiple, were heavenly. He'd grown up listening to stories of her life; not the type of story a mother usually shares with her child but there was something about Mystique's past that fascinated the young boy. He would sit and listen to her talk all day if she allowed him to. "Get in here!" Kurt trundled through to the minute kitchen to find his mother and father standing over a large blue cake; 8 candles flaming.

"Happy birthday!" they called in unison. Kurt's worried expression amended into a wide smile, revealing his pointed teeth. He sat down in front of the cake and blew out the eight candles.

"Make a wish." His father urged. He closed his eyes,

I wish I could see the world.

Of course there was no one else there. Even if his parents had allowed him guests, he wouldn't have known where to start; he didn't know anyone but them. The three of them sat by the fire while his mother presented him with his annual gift. Last year, he distinctly remembered being given a souvenir t-shirt his father had brought back from his thirty minute trip to London, he was grateful but it didn't mean much to him. He had never been to London; maybe if his father had taken him along, it would've meant more. Even though she'd told him she was once married to a rich Baron, his mother didn't have much money to buy him nice gifts. A few weeks ago, he'd curiously asked what had happened to the Baron and she'd openly admitted that she'd stabbed him to death with her dagger for suspecting her of being unfaithful and left without any money and without a second look back. This hadn't alarmed Kurt at all; he knew his mother was technically a terrorist; it was just another chapter to add to her story. His mother handed him an envelope and as he opened it, a photograph fell out; a photograph of the three of them sitting on Kurt's bed just a few weeks ago, looking like a family should. It probably hadn't cost them much at all, but to him, it was worth more than 1,000,000 deutschmarks; it was something that would last forever; something that would never change. Their smiles were stuck and no matter in what direction his family went, those memories would be eternal. His father was sat on the sofa with his red arm around his mother's blue shoulders. He sat happily staring at his photograph; it was moments like that that Kurt treasured. Moments he would remember forever.

"Come on Kurt, we gotta go." His father whispered, awakening him from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes with his two-fingered hands and looked at the time. 02:13.

"What? Where are we going?" Quarter past two was never a good time to have confusing information reach the ears.

"Just hurry up." Azazel dragged Kurt from his bed and threw a pair of trousers at him. "Put those on and let's go." Kurt stumbled into the trousers while a million questions raced through his head.

"Where's Mum?"

"She's sleeping. Now, let's go." Kurt was puzzled. Where were they going? Why wasn't she joining them?

"Does she know we're leaving?"

"Of course she does. Do you really think I'd take you away without her permission? The woman would have me killed!" He had a point. Kurt reached forward and took his father's outstretched hand and in a flash of red, they were gone.