My Hell, My Life
Chapter 2: Busy Signals
Kurt, admittedly, couldn't even keep his eyes off of the pale woman sitting in his chair throughout class. Every time he would turn his gaze towards her, she would flash a smile, causing him to flush involuntarily and turn back to the plethora of teens in front of him.
Evelyn was lazily reading Kurt's copy of classical dramas, trying to pick out interesting titles for the class. These are all sort of boring. I mean, I know they're classics, but they've all been done before. This is a school of new generation people. We need a new generation of art, too.
Her pondering was interrupted by a shy glance from a certain blue male with a noticeable shade of violet strayed across his cheeks. She suppressed a giggle as she watched him become flustered and turn away from her wintery eyes.
She knew he was still in a rut from the whole 'Spider-man' thing, but she couldn't deny that it was funny to see the usually flirtatious Nightcrawler all hot and bothered over a girl. Especially since it was she that he was bothered about. It was oddly tempting, but she needed to keep her cool. Something she was definitely good at. Most of the time.
After the last class of the day had ended, Kurt stretched his arms before going to clean up the papers and random debris from class. Evelyn stacked up the books and placed them on the shelf, standing on her toes to get some leverage. She heard an amused chuckle from behind her, causing her to turn with a glare towards them.
Kurt smiled his devilish smile as he looked at her, placing the book in her arms up using only his tail. "Show-off." He laughed at her comment, doing the same with the following books. "No, merely taking advantage of the easy way out of labor." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. "Fraulein, you're very lovely up close." His comment caught her off guard, so her cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment and surprise. "What the hell are you talking about?" she shot, stomping her foot slightly. He merely chuckled, now seeing her all bothered because of one comment. "Nothing, I'm sorry. I'll see you at dinner, ja?" She nodded slowly and looked away from him, her cheeks not faltering from its tinted redness. He took her hand and brushed his lips against it, feeling her jump from the contact. His smile was so bright it contrasted greatly to his blue skin.
Dinner was pretty much the same as always. It was the same thing; eating, chatting, etc. Of course every day had its little differences here in there. Such as Hank McCoy with a brand new joke or story to make everyone smile. Maybe Logan will belch out like no man has ever done before, no matter how gross it is.
One thing that didn't seem to change, Kurt noticed, is that Evelyn always sat in the small seat by the window. No one sat there during dinner but her. No one sat with her, either. She just gazed into the setting sun as it turned dark, a peaceful expression on her mythical face. Her legs were pulled up against her chest as her back was to the wall, her dark hair, which barely fell to her shoulders, glowing from the remaining light outside.
Kurt felt a prodding in his side and he jumped, realizing that he had been caught staring at the young woman. "Kurt, are you all right? You've barely touched your food." It was Emma Frost, the new headmistress of the institute along with Scott. "Ach, yes. Sorry, I was distracted. Class was eventful, is all." He silently prayed that she wouldn't look into his mind, because that would definitely be bad.
Emma was probably the person who despised Evelyn the most. Whether it was jealousy of looks or just the fact of Evelyn's attitude, no one knew. Kurt looked towards the window again, feeling like he was in his own world like Evelyn seemed to be.
He stood slowly, taking his plate with him as he moved to sit next to her, smiling softly. She turned her head to face him, a look of both confusion and slight surprise in her eyes. Her face wouldn't budge, he knew, but her eyes gave away everything in her heart. She was sad that no one sat with her, but she was also content with looking at the sky. He placed his hand on hers, feeling her cold skin again. She looked at him and tilted her head, the same look he gave her when they had first met.
He smiled and released her hand, silently continuing his meal. They both remained silent, comfortable in each other's company.
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7:23 P.M.
Evelyn was silently reading, atop her balcony as she sat on a white lounge chair. She looked even paler during the night as the moon washed over her. She sighed softly and looked up towards it, tilting her head. After a moment or two of staring at the moon, she moved back to reading her book, her black nightdress fluttering in the wind.
She heard a noise from her balcony's railing and quickly shot her eyes upward, catching a shocked Kurt as he balanced himself on her railing. "Oh, guten Nacht." She smiled at his awkward greeting and stood slowly, putting her book down. "Is there any reason that you decided to live up to your name, Nightcrawler?" He smiled sheepishly from the name, as well as the fact of being caught at it.
"I was actually going to ask you something." She arched her brow, placing her frail-looking hands onto her slim hips. How he loved her hands. He shook the thought from his head and lowered himself from the railing to stand in front of her. "I was wondering something." At this he noticed that she was wearing only a nightgown, which made his cheeks flush violet again.
"Why is it that you are always so standoffish to everyone around you? You are a good person. I see it in your eyes." Her sudden glare startled him as she clenched her fists. "That is none of your business. We all have our reasons for being the way we are toward people, so you should learn to mind that fact." Her cold voice disappointed him. He hadn't heard her speak to him in that way since the first time she had. It was depressing. "Okay. Danke." He barely mumbled it, teleporting away suddenly. Evelyn pinched her nose at the blast of smoke and brimstone, waving it off with the other hand.
She sighed and looked back up at the moon, closing her eyes slowly. "Kurt . . ."
He teleported back into his own room, his mind troubled. He didn't know much about Evelyn. All he knew were the things that she revealed to him, as well as some things he had found from her training sessions and while in class. He knew she apparently had a dark and terrible past, but bringing it up triggered her anger.
She didn't like getting angry, so that's why she kept away from people. His eyes widened at the realization. Evelyn was just angry at her past, so she didn't want anyone to ask about it. She was a good person, Kurt knew that, but he also knew that even a calming person like her had their limits. Her cool personality was just there as a wall to block the fire and pain trapped inside of her heart.
He promised himself that he'd find the treasure in her eyes, and to find the beauty, you need to go past the perils and dangers. He was willing to do so. Any well-known swashbuckler always went through perils to help the damsel and be the hero. The thing was, he wasn't doing this for the glory. Well, there wasn't really any involved at all. A personal goal? No. It was a matter of showing the girl with the frozen heart that there was someone in this world that wanted her to truly smile again. A person who was willing to attempt to melt the ice.
"She needs someone in her life. Whether I'm a friend or more, I need to be that person. She can't live like this." He promised both her and himself this, clutching a rosary in his hand as he prayed. He prayed for everyone like he always did, but he added that he wanted her happiness in the end. He wanted her life to shine like her eyes whenever he made her smile. He prayed hard, wanting this to come true terribly.
As Evelyn prepared for bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of something watching her. She was a paranoid person, but she was also usually right. She heard something shift behind her and she shot her hand towards it, freezing the area instantly. A shadow moved from the frozen block, fluttering outside of her window in a desperate escape. The ice disappeared as she rushed toward the balcony where the shadow had fled.
It was a figure, intangible in shape, but it held itself up as if by a body. Evelyn noticed it had no body to speak up, and it definitely wasn't Cloak. He was never seen without Dagger by his side. Or inside, for that matter. It had an aura of cold darkness to it, evil. She glared at the figure, trying to freeze it to the best of her ability. It seemed to block any ice from forming over it, which confused her.
It scuttled off of the rail and disappeared into the night, blending into the night like a freaky chameleon. She huffed in annoyance, her eyes now a barren gray from the use of her powers. They slowly melded back into their usual frozen blue as she relaxed her body. She could sense the looming shadow, it was gone, but it wasn't far. It was keeping her in its sights, watching her. Monitoring her. She scoffed and walked back into her room, shutting the balcony doors. She closed the curtains and stood back in the dark room, a cold chill crawling up her spine.
"Damn it, this cannot be good."
