A/N: I'm crazy! What have I done? Oh, that's right. I killed off my favorite Marvel character only to bring him back to fight his clone! Oh well. To quote Jean Dubuffet, "For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity."
Yay! I'm not normal! But then, as Cornelia Funke said, "All writers are insane!"
LOL yeah...

Kurt, honey, sorry for the torture so far. Just to think, it'll just get worse! Yep. Me and my genius...er...insanity.


Author: Yin

Story: Death Has No Hold

Chapter Eight: No Pain No Gain


Amanda walked into Kurt's room, carrying him breakfast. Sausage, bacon, eggs, pancakes. Whatever he wanted. Orange juice, milk. He'd want milk.

Creaking the door open, she was surprised to see him awake. "Good morning fuzzy," She grinned.

"Guten Morgen beautiful," He winked, and Amanda knew that he was in one of his funny moods.

"I brought you breakfast..."

"I can tell! Looks gut!" Kurt's stomach rumbled, and he chuckled. "It's about time woman."

This took Amanda off guard. Kurt never spoke to her like that.

But then, he was just being him. That was it.

Sitting down beside her blue boyfriend, she watched him eat. "Hank says you gotta go easy. You don't want push yourself and open your...wound."

He just laughed. "Vhen have I been known to rest? I rested for how long now? A veek? Zat is more zen enough!"

"Kurt Gavin Wagner! The doctor says rest, and so you will rest. That is that."

Kurt's eyes widened, reminding her of Puss in Boots. "But..."

"No buts mister. You want to be well, right?"

He sighed, nodding.

Amanda stroked his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Amanda..." He looked her straight in the eye. "I...I died. Is it right for me to back?"


Nightcreeper sat alone on the cold floor. His knees were tucked up under him, as he so often had done when he was feeling downcast.

He remembered her. His Amanda. Her gorgeous, flowing hair, those giant chocolate eyes. Her laughed. The soft touch of her skin.

She had betrayed him.

Heck, his own parents had betrayed him! How could this be? Was he truly such a freak? A monster...a demon...

He cringed, slamming his fist against the wall. He truly was what he had been told. He was an animal, barbaric. So much so that the only people he cared for would turn their backs on him in the moment he needed them most. He needed, craved their reassurance.

But it wouldn't happen. And whoever this was, this new Kurt Wagner, he was going to go down.

Nightcreeper sighed. Maybe he should just let things be. This was not him, he was not a fighter. He was the fuzzy dude, making jokes, having fun.

But all that was changed now. He was different, but Sinister had only done so help him.

It was hard to believe, that this man would dare assist him. They were supposed to be enemies, but now he was his closest friend. His only friend.

Something inside Nightcreeper boiled, spilling over, and he barred his teeth. He clenched his fists, yelling out as his eyes blinded red. He couldn't see, he was so angry. He was livid.

There was nothing he could do.


Kurt grinned. Everyone was petting on him, treating him like he was glass or something.

The attention was nice.

He would never tell them how much pain he was really in though. His chest felt as if it had been lit on fire, and his bones burned. His head buzzed, and his tail kept twisting up in knots. Something inside of him was wrong. So desperately wrong.

His chest tightened, and he tried to act as normal as he could with everybody around. But then, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He gasped, flinching.

"Kurt?" He heard his name echoing, but he couldn't tell who said it.

"I'm...I'm fine," He coughed, rubbing his fingers. They felt like they were going to sleep, and the 'pricklies' were all over them.

Hank stuffed a thermometer in his mouth. Where he had gotten one so quickly was a mystery. "No, you're not young man. You're running a fever," Hank shook his head, hiding what Kurt's temperature really was. "Alright people! Clear out!"

Slowly, the room was emptied. Kurt was once again left alone.


Amanda leaned into the door, listening to the 'adults only' conversation. She only caught bits and pieces, but it did not sound good.

"Fever...lungs...don't understand..."

"...Sinister...dna..."

"'Gonna carve 'im to bits...better live...or else!"

"...ill be okay?"

"Not sure."

Amanda slipped down to the floor. They weren't even sure if Kurt was going to live. She had always heard that one got a little bit better before taking the last fall.

A scream shattered her thoughts.


Footsteps raced down the hallway, ready to blow the door up that stood in her way.

"No!" Jean held Amanda back. "Don't!"

Tearing away from the red headed girl, Amanda opened the door.

The sight before her was worse than when Kurt had died in her arms.

His eyes were squeezed tight shut, and he was clutching the fur covered sheets. His tail was wrapped around a rail on the bed tightly, and his face was frozen in pain.

He let out another blood curdling scream, wrenching Amanda's heart.

Curling up, he shook violently, fur going all over the place.

Logan jumped in, trying to guide Amanda out of the room as Hank tried to figured out what was wrong, but she was stuck to the floor.

"Gah!" Kurt let out a pitiful noise, his eyes flying open. He held up his hands, and a sickening crack was heard.

His fingers tore apart from one another. There was little blood, but as the air was filled with silence, all could see the affects.

Where once there was three, now there were five fingers on each paling hand.

Kurt was heaving, trying to breath. The hole had torn open, the red liquid of life staining his wrap.

"Kurt?" Amanda whispered in shock.

"Nnnn...nnnnnn!" He moaned. He gulped, then shuddered again. He appeared shattered, his body not being able to take much more.

Gasping, Amanda watched as Kurt's tail shivered, seemingly shrinking away. Fur was scattered everywhere, and as the blue pigmentation faded away, being replaced by a light tan, Kurt's breathing slowed.

Amanda could almost here the terrifying 'beeeeeeeeeeeeep!' that you always imagined in a hospital. She watched helplessly, just like everyone else, waiting for a sign of life.

How many times did she have to suffer through this? How many times did Kurt? This just wasn't fair!

Hank checked his pulse, nodding. "He's...alive."


SNIKT!

Nightcreeper let out his claws. It made him feel good. Whoever this bub was, he wasn't going to live for long.


A/N: People, people, bring on the criticism! What's wrong with this? And what do you think will happen? Give some feedback! Review! Or just review cause it's nice?