"You awake elf?" Logans voice broke the dreamy state he'd been in. The pain of his wounds slamming into his body full force. He groaned and attempted to sit up. Another wave of pain ripped through him as he felt warm leather hold him in place.
"I'll take that as a yes." The voice gruffed. Kurt stayed silent, but his fear was obvious to logan. Who in turn had been waiting there quite a while. And had a long list of questions to ask.
"How old were you?"
"vas?" The teen monotoned. He needed some anistetic, or a seditive...
"How old were you when weapon X got you?" The man's voice sounded concerned.
Why did he care?
"That's none of your buisness." Kurt snarled, sending more pain coursing through him as he struggled against the restraints. He was to tired to teleport, and by the way wolverine acted he wasn't supposed to be leaving anytime soon. Logan stood up and crossed the short distance between the chair and his bed. Nightcrawler felt him grip his wrist and turn it over.
"If what they did to you is so bad, that your a threat to yourself..."
He pushed the fur back to reveal crisscrossed scars all over his fore-arm. "Then it IS my buisness."
Kurt glared at the man, hate filling his eyes. "Now, how old were you?"
"Six!" The blue teen spat, venom covering the fear in his voice. Logan's face softened.
"so... eight years then..." The wolf trailed. Kurt growled at the pain, he wanted to leave. This was humiliating, getting beaten within an inch of his life, having his secrets sucked out of him, AND being held down into a medical bed by restraints. All in front of the guy who bested him in a fight kurt started.
"calm down elf." logan put a hand on his shoulder. Kurt tried to pull away and yelped as the leather collided with an open wound.
"What did they do to you?" He gestured to his body and touched the boy's neck.
*Flashback*
"Nien! ack!" (no!) Kurt screamed as they held him down. One injected something into is arm, something that caught his entire bod on fire. "Bitte! Viess!" (please, don't)
"Get this thing labeled immeidiatly." That same man pointed. Kurt whimpered.
"Vas taten Sie meine Eltern! an?" (what did you do to my parents?) He screamed inbetween chilidish sobs. "Whats our backround?" The man ignored his pleas. Even giving an annoyed glance when he screamed louder.
"Subject, Kurt Wagner labeled weapon 13. Origin, Germany. Age six, date of birth, unknown, foster parents, dead. Biological parents, unknown..."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, his powers include teleporting, sticking to walls, with his fur, he can blend in to shadows, and..." The woman ran her fingers through the pile of paper that they had filled out on their new subject. "and?" The man was growing impatient. "Oh here, our x-rays conclude that his spine and some of his bones are extremley flexible."
"Sie k-t teten sie! Sie-Sie t teten sie! Mamma . Vati . arrrggg!" (you k-kiled them! You-you killed them! mommy... daddy... arrrrgg!) He screamed as they slowly burned his new name... X-13 tattoo into the his shoulder. SOmething was put around his neck, the spikes on the inside scratching away as the gaurds pulled him to different locations.
"Mutti..." (mom)
"shut up animal."
Kurt kept crying. "Sie t teten sie!" (You killed them!)
"Yes, weapon thirteen, yes I did. And unless you behave. I'll kill you as well." The man's hand stroked the burning scar. Not giving a care in the world to kurts sobbing.
*end flashback*
"Sie Toteten sie.." Kurt whispered jerking everytime logans hand made contact with his neck.
"What?"
"Get avay from me!" he jerked again but gasped as the leather was tightened.
"I said calm down." Kurt did as told and winced as the restraints were unfastened. He ripped the needles from his arms spraying blood all over the perfect white lab. Logan chuckled at his many attempts to stand, and gave a look of satisfaction when he succeded. Despite his body's protests the boy limped over to the exit, he needed to get out of the white room. It was bringing back memories "Where ya going elf?" Wolverine walked over to kurt, who was hunched over and leaning on the doorway. Holding onto the frame like a lifeline, his fingers went white from pressure beneath the fur. An angry growl retorted the man's question.
"touchy.." he muttered, pulling the mutant back to his feet.
"let... go..." nightcrawler slurred, not strong enough to keep his eyes open. He'd lost a lot of blood, and ripping the cord out might not have been very smart...
"I said let go!" he snarled, a distant memory reawakening his senses. "Jeez" Logan muttered. In attempt to not upset him further the man did as told and watched Kurt limp down the hallway. The blue mutant fell a couple of times, and it was all Logan could do to keep from laughing... or helping. Stalking about fifty yards behind him, the two slowly made their way to the entrance of the attic. Wolverine sighed, the proff had asked Kurt if he wanted a dorm room, but the boy just hated people. Instead, they put some furniture in the empty attic and allowed him to make it home. Kurt pounded against the door, it was locked... of course it was locked. Why would a teleporter ever unlock his door when he'd could just picture the inside and be there? Kitty could phase through it...
The boy turned. "Since you've made a habit of primarily stalking me, could you make yourself useful?" He pointed to the lock.
Logan growled, and saw the kid tense up immeidiatly. Nightcrawler was putting on a tough guy act, but on the inside his fear was burning like a five year old.
"You know where I come from, people say please." "...Fine, Could you please make yourself useful?" Kurt monotoned, his body threatening to give out again. As Logan walked over to the ladder kurt began shivering. It got cold out of nowhere...
"There." Wolverine sheathed his claws, "Door's open."
NIghtcrawler grimiced and did his best to crawl up the ladder. After another good five minutes he had collapsed into his warm unmade bed. The pillows and comfortable mattress something he still couldn't get used to. "Holy ... Elf why is it do damn cold!" Logan nearly yelped. This place was an icebox.
"Ich Viess nicht..." Kurt slurred.
"English." The man ordered. "I... don't... know..." He trailed, falling back into a doze.
The man rolled his eyes and looked around. The room had no light source aside from a very small window in the cieling. Paper was tacked up everywhere, each one having a drawing of something in the institute. Rogue, Jean, Logan quirked an eyebrow when he found one of himself, it was almost perfect. He almost swore it was a miror.
"Your not that bad an artist are ya?" The wolverine turned to see Kurt's chest rising and falling slowly, a more relaxed expression relieving his face. He laughed and looked at more drawings. There was a lot of Kitty. Her dancing, fighting, doing her hair, just sitting down..
"Looks like someone has the hots fer half pint." Logan mocked quietly before deciding it was time to leave. With a smirk he left the door open and stalked towards the danger room.
Despite everyones sorry attempts to keep her oblivious to the situation, she found out. She knew what logan did and he wasn't going to get away with it. She hated the man of course, he was annoying, mean, and always called her stupid names like half pint and runt. Didn't he know that with one thought his balls could be phased into the floor? That she could bury him so far down he'd never see the light of day again!
"LOGAN!"
"crap.." The man actually flinched as she found him in the hall. Never make a shadowcat angry. Ever.
"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!" She screamed!
"Kitty calm down."
"NO! YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM!"
"Almost."
"RRRRRRRRRRRRR"
"Listen runt, he attacked me. Got it!"
"Ugh! where the hell is he Logan!"
"He's up in his room."
"Thank you." Kitty took two steps before turning again.
"Logan if you EVER hurt him again. I will personally phase your lower half into the danger room floor. got it!" She yelled gaining scotts attention.
"Wow."
"I need a beer." Logan grumbled before shrugging the boy scout off.
"Kurt? Are you awake?" She placed a hand on his head.
"Ja.." He yawned, opening his eyes to meet hers.
"are you okay?" Kitty sat beside him, stroking the soft blue velvet that covered his body.
"Zat depends... physically or emotionally?"
"Both." The girl sighed.
"I feel like crap..." "yeah wel so will logan when I'm done with him."
Kill her.
"vas?" he held his head.
Kill her now!
"NIEN! Ich lieb sie!" (no I love her)
"Kurt, what's going on?" kitty held his shoulders.
"D-dis voice inside my head... it..it arrgh."
Kill her... obey your orders weapon 13.
"NIEN! I'm not a... kitty get out! Get out before I.."
"No. I'm not going anywhere. concentrate, whose voice is it?"
"his... dark man... in the lab... he beat me... he... Stryker. Yesss It's stryker. He made me attack wolverine.." The boy moaned, as the voice began to fade away.
"Don't tell the professer. He vill throw me out on the streets.." Kurt whimpered. he only did this around kitty, he trusted her, loved her.
"I won't. Just, calm down, you're fine."
"Are you sure? I'm feeling a bit blue.."
"That was corny Kurt."
"ja.. I know." He laughed, pulling her closer to him. She giggled, something kitty only did when she was with him. The rest of the time it was a straight face, and no show of emotion. That's what they taught her.
"Keety..." He whispered.
"Ja?" she mocked, placing her face near his, lips almost touching. She could feel his breath, exhaling her own into his. She drew in closer, closing her eyes...
"keety.. vhat are you doing?" Kurt laughed, as she opened her eyes. A deep blush tinted her cheeks.
"way ta go pryde." kitty thought to her self.
"I...er um was j-just m-." He cut her off with his own lips, wrapping his tail around her waist to pull her even closer.