A/N: *gasps* Was ist das? Kurt looks...normal? *covers mouth* This just can't be! The fuzzy dude can't be the fuzzy dude if he isn't fuzzy! No!

Dear Kurt, Sorry for the tremendous amount of pain that I have caused you. Don't worry though, it will eventually get better...I think!


Author: Yin

Story: Death Has No Hold:

Chapter Nine: Normal Revenge


Amanda sat beside Kurt again. Things lately had been happening again. Repeats, but not exactly.

Kurt had been shot, and died...sort of.

Kurt teleported so much, and almost died.

And now he...he...

She held his hand, and slid her fingers in between his...something they had never done before.

She expected his tail to swish, but there was none.

His pointed ears, something she was so fond of, was now rounded, just like hers.

His feet moved a little as he breathed. He had ten toes. Ten perfect little toes.

Amanda stroked his arm. It was usually covered with blue fur, with blue skin underneath. Now...it was creamy, and as smooth as a baby's.

It just wasn't quite like him.

Amanda knew she was going to have to get used to it. She was going to have to live with her not so fuzzy boyfriend being...well...normal.

But that was fine! She was so glad that he was still alive, even in all he had been through.

There was only one thing that hadn't changed. Grinning, Amanda ran her fingers through Kurt's indigo hair. At least that hadn't changed.

His hair stood on end when she did that. Goosebumps. It was almost funny.

Then his eyes flew open. "Amanda?" He asked sleepily, yawning.

"Kurt?" She was having deja vu all over again.

He stretched. "Vas are you doing?"

She smiled. "Watching you fuz-..."

He chuckled. "I'm fine. Had a veird dream zough," He yawned.

"And what was that?" Amanda's heart beat fast, and she didn't even know why.

"I'm not entirely sure...it vas stupid, really," He shook his head, cracking his knuckles.

Then Kurt froze. He looked down at his hands, and blinked slowly. He sank back down into his pillow, and licked his lips. "Amanda?"

She gulped. "Yes?"

"Am I still dreaming?"

"No...you're not Kurt."

He took a deep breath in, bringing his hands to his face. He felt the tips of his ears, and then looked at his hands again.

"Kurt, it's fine. Don't...don't freak out...you're going to be fine..." Amanda bit her lip.

He just nodded. He looked like he was in shock.

Moving the covers to the side, he stared at his toes. He wiggled them, then inhaled sharply. "I...I...Amanda..." His eyes were wide.

"Kurt...please...just..."

"Am I normal?"

Amanda just shook her head. "Yes..."

His deep blue eyes sparkled.

BAMF!

He stood beside her. "Und I can teleport! Mnnnn..." He leaned on her chair for support.

"Kurt! No teleporting!"

"I'm fine!" He grinned, taking her hand. Much like Tarzan, he placed his hand on hers. He closed his eyes, and whispered a prayer of thanks.

"Kurt?"

"Look at me Amanda!" He gestured to himself. He was beaming.

Amanda smiled, giving Kurt a peck on the cheek. He blushed. "I see."

Jumping up, Kurt tried to do a flip that he performed so many times.

Instead, he landed hard on his back.

"Kurt?!"

"I'm fine..." He almost laughed. "Guess there's somethings I'm going to have to relearn," As he tried to stand, he nearly fell. "And I guess my balance isn't what it used to be."

"It's..."

"More zen fine Amanda. Zis is ze best zing zat ever happened to me!"

Amanda bit her bottom lip, smiling. "Well you sit down and rest while I go get the others!"


Nightcreeper walked down the large halls. It was so quite here, as Sinister allowed him to do whatever he wanted. And right now, he wanted to go show Nightcrawler who the real Kurt Wagner was.

But he couldn't bring himself to. Yet.

He approached a full body mirror. Without thought, he turned and looked at it.

He took a step back. This had to be wrong.

He placed his hand against the glass. He...he...was a...a freak. Maybe...maybe he wasn't Kurt Wagner...there was no way Kurt Wagner could possibly look like such a monstrosity!

Nightcreeper just looked at himself. He was a monster. Like the hunchback of Notre Dame, he was slightly bent over, spikes coming out of his back. They stretched down to his tail, partially covering it with a thick bony armor.

There was just a few tuffs of fur on his elbows. They crackled with electricity, just like the claws that seemed to be stuck out.

A telekinetic power waved around him. It reminded him of Jean.

All of his friends. He had a piece of all his friends. he was of his friends. He was his own friend. He didn't need anybody.

And he was going to show them that. He was going to show his frenemies that he didn't need them. That their double crossing sellout meant nothing to him!

And most of all...he was going to have show that little Ms. Amanda Sefton that he didn't need her to be happy.


"Fit as a fiddle," Hank said astonished. "I can't believe that. After all you've gone through, you're perfectly healthy."

Kurt grinned. "I haven't ever felt better!"

"Yes, I can see that...now Kurt, please keep in mind that in all aspects of science, you have a new body. This may seem a little awkward at first, so please-"

Kurt just jumped up, doing a split. "Okay, okay. So vhen can ze fuzzy man...er...ze normal man par-tay?"

"Well...I guess as soon as you feel up to it, but-"

"Alllright! Zen let's get started and shake zat tail!"


Nightcreeper grimaced. He would do what he swore he would never do. He would give in to that other side of him, and he would go after those who had at one time might have loved him.

And he was going to go tomorrow.


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