A/N: Sorry for the one day lag, I had a food bank drive yesterday and it took four hours XP too long! Also, the only reason I updated today was because my friend was amazing and was able to help me fix my laptop charger (the wires are in bad shape) so you guys didn't have to wait another 3 days! Yay! This one is shorter that than the others but for both a good cause and because I felt like it should end... yeah that's the best I got right now. Woo! Two more reviewers! Thanks a bunch guys
Autum: Lol, nice guess but actually I take the role of the evil child (youngest). Try again. I'll give you a hint, the names are actually connected. For the beating I'm not sure, I don't think so. Don't worry, it was awesomely brutal cause I'm evil... I will probably write up those scenes in a later chapter... just so it has more visual. Also thanks for the long review and complement. It means a lot!
Reading Legend
normal
"talking"
thinking
'Mouthing Words'
SHOUTING
Expressing/Exaggerating
The Darkness
"The Darkness out loud"
'The Darkness Telepathy'
Within "The Darkness"
Chapter 10: I'm Sorry, Roof, Ticks
Kurt blinked his eyes open as he slowly awoke from his death. He stretched his fingers and tested his stiff tail. Giving out a sigh of relief the boy breathed slowly in and out, his lungs burning softly. He shut his eyes in pain as he tried moving out of the bed, grabbing the white wall to keep him from falling.
"Da-damn it!" he hissed out he tried to keep his breaths normal. He gazed around the all-too familiar infirmary. He was starting to have the 'this is my room' feeling and he hoped that it would be a good long times before he had to come back to this blasted place.
How are you feeling? Kurt jumped at the noise that entered his mind. Mike snickered. Afraid are we?
Sh-shut up! I vake up all by meinself after dying and you think that I vouldn't be jumpy?!
The Darkness snickered again. You have a point… now about your little risk. DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN! Kurt fell to the ground clutching his head as a rain of other voices filled the once silent room. DID YOU EVEN THINK WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE COULDN'T FIX YOU, YOU STUPID BRAT!
Kurt's body was shaking badly as The Darkness continued his onslaught of curses at the child recklessness. "I'm sorry," he sobbed out loud. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pushed his face up against the cool wall in shame. Pulling his tired body up to him, Kurt tried to disappear into the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he spoke over and over like a mantra. The Darkness had long sense ceased its rants and listened softly to the shaken boy's cries. It remembered that the boy was still mentally unstable from the recent events and was able to calm the other raging voices. But still the boy persisted, crying out softy as he apologized over and over again.
The group of mutants had fallen into a state of shock and silence, no one dared to move. Logan and Pietro would try to say something, but usually closed their mouths, not ready to break the silence.
They heard a soft whispering sound, as soft foot falls became audible. Everyone tensed as the soft mummers was soon recognizable. The double door way to the room was left open and they all gasped as they watched Kurt walk by, muttering to himself. His hands were clutching his ears and his yellow eyes weir wide with fear. The only words that escaped the damaged boys' mouth were "I'm sorry." A few minutes passed and they could no longer hear the torn voice that belonged to the blue mutant.
"What the hell?" Pietro asked more to himself than to the others.
"I think that you should leave." The professor ordered the group. "Kurt is not in a stable condition right now."
"You guys said that the elf killed himself though!" Lance shouted. "How the hell is he able to walk and talk and-." He was cut off Logan placed his blades in front of his Adam's apple.
"We're not asking!" he growled out.
"We will let you know more in the future but for now just leave." Xavier stated. "Logan if you will." The man grunted, tossing a glare at the man as he escorted the brotherhood out.
The professor turned back to his group of students. "Everyone, head to bed, you have school tomorrow."
"But-."
"No buts Scott. Us adults will deal with Kurt for the time being, the best thing you can do is get some much needed rest. Don't worry; I'm sure he'll be fine." Even with the reassuring words, the teens laid in their beds restless and worried about the poor child.
Ororowandered around the outside of the mansion, searching for the blue child. She was certain that she had seen him head outside. It was lightly pouring now and the weather witch allowed the water to cool her face.
As she continued her search, she began to hear soft hiccups and she raised herself in the air. Seeing no one, she went out to check over the forests, unbeknownst to her, Kurt was curled up on the roof of the institute, invisible in the rainy night.
It was getting ridiculously late and Logan was getting more and more worried. Since the rain had washed away the boys scent it was much harder to track. Not only that, but he was sure that Kurt would blend in completely in the darkness that lurked outside. Beast and Charles had combed the institute with no sign of him and the boys mind was to broken to risk contacting him telepathically.
The man shook the water off of him as he did another run around the mansion. He had a feeling that the elf didn't go into the forest let alone outside of the gates. Ororo soon descended from the sky next to her friend.
"I can't find him anywhere from the skies."
Logan grunted. "Are you sure that he's really out here?"
"I'm positive that he headed this direction and I did hear a hiccup. He should be around here." Logan took in the new information and a light went off in his head.
"The roof!" Storm looked at him, no quite understanding. "He's probably (1)on the roof!" And with a quick sprint, the Canadian began climbing the house, Ororo following after him.
The two instructors did not expect to see Kurt ever look so broken. He was squished into a ball beside one of the points on the house, making him almost completely invisible. The boy was no longer speaking those two words and he seemed dead too the world. His once bright eyes had took on a blank look.
Ororo, being the mother figure that she was, walked slowly towards the shivering boy. She kneeled down beside him and touched his shoulder slowly and gently. The boy turned to look at her and she saw the presence of remorse and guilt appear in his eyes as more tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Warum?" (Why?) He asked softly. "Warum geschieht dieser ... mit mir?" (Why is this... happening to me?). Ororo shook her head, the white of her hair flowing gently.
"Let's go inside Kurt. Okay?" she had wrapped her arms around him in a motherly embrace. The boy buried his face into her shoulder as his body shook.
Logan walked over to them, taking the weeping boy into his arms so that Storm could lower them. Kurt cried silently as he clung to Ororo once Logan had passed him back. She shushed him quietly and smoother his hair down.
"Shh… it's okay Kurt. It's okay."
"Das ist nicht o.k. Es ist nicht! Es ... ist es..." (It's not okay. It's not! It... It's...). Kurt coughed out.
"It'll be alright Kurt, we're here." They were almost half-way to the living room.
"Nicht ist es nicht! Ich machte es böse, und jetzt bin ich erschrocken. Bitte Ororo, erzählen Sie es bitte das Es tut mir leid, dass..." (No it's not! I made it angry and now I'm scared. Please Ororo; please tell it that I'm sorry...).
Ororo patted his back. "That's right, I'm here.
"Ororo?" she nodded, showing that she was listening.
"Sie ... Sie verstehen mich nicht, tun Sie? Ihr Lügen ... Sie wissen Sie nicht, was ich sage. Hören Sie auf zu liegen!" (You... you don't understand me do you? You're lying... you; you don't know what I'm saying. Stop lying!)
"Calm down Kurt, we're almost at the living room."
"Nicht! Lassen Sie mich allein! Verlassen Sie mich allein Sie Scheißlügner!"(No! Leave me alone! Leave me alone you fucking liar!) With a mighty push, Kurt ran off towards his room and quickly locked the door. He could here Ororo's worried voice but was thankful when he heard Logan say that he needed time alone.
He gazed at his clock as it flashed 2:48. He didn't hiss at it or curse it; rather he smiled sadly at it. "Gute Nacht, mein Freund. (Good night, my friend.)
That night many of the residents of both the institute and Mystic's house tossed and turned. Some were haunted by nightmares and others memories. Kurt lay in his bed motionless. He could hear the small ticking noise from one of his older clocks that sat on his dresser. He counted along with them slowly, hypnotizing himself.
1…2…3… more ticks, more numbers. 37…42…79… Was time speeding up? He couldn't tell anymore. Kurt didn't even realize he was still counting. 132…156…189… Kurt thoughts began to overlap.
Vhy is time alvays passing me?
(203…235…261…)
It feels like everyone is alvays ahead…
(301…325…364…)
Back zen…
(389…405…416…)
Zere was no such zing as time.
(435…489…500…)
Just pain…
(562…603…648…)
Screamz from ozers,
(723…798…821…)
For zey weir useless…
(869…901...956)
I vas kept alive for I vas 0
(1000…)
"Perfect!" Kurt winced as a voice shouted happily in his head. "He's the perfect one! Look at him, he's already inspiring fear!" It hurt everywhere as he clung to the bed. He didn't like that voice. "We just need to make a little adjustment here and there. Oh my! Look at his DNA! It's remarkable!" Kurt was able to determine that the voice was definitely a man. It was fuzzy and dim, like a memory. "This is perfect; he will be the ultimate weapon with this. Look he can even control 'it'! Can you believe that! He's so much better than that stupid dog. He'll be perfect." Kurt lay silently on his bed, no longer moving. He felt his breath coming slower and slower as sleep dragged him down. "Hmmm… no matter what, you say I think he's beautiful." That voice no longer scared him. It was nicer now. "You will be perfect little one." Kurt could feel a wave of calm fall over him.
"Did you hear that? He just called me bruder! (brother!) Can you believe that?" He curled softly onto his pillow. "Just you wait and see I'll be the best brother you've ever had!" Kurt felt like he could believe him. "So come on, follow me. That's it just keep following me." The teen worried about the voice as it faded. "That right, this is your room now. Stay here and never leave unless I tell you to!" Kurt scoffed. Why would he ever leave his bruder?
"So he's the one?" more voices.
"Lucky ass, he'll get to live."
"Yeah, as a fucking weapon."
"He'll probably feel only pain after today."
"More than any of us…"
"Wait a second. Oh my god!"
"What is it?"
"He's fucking blue!"
"What?!"
"Holy shit! He's a demon!"
"No wonder why he's perfect!"
"I think I'm going to be sick!"
"Screw living, kill me now! Just get him away!"
"Mother of god…"
"Just get him away!"
"Kill me!"
"No! Please no!" Kurt felt it as he curled up tighter, trying to ignore those voices.
"I think he's beautiful." That voice again. All of a sudden everything was quiet again. Kurt's eyes began to flutter close.
Zat's right. He yawned. I'm beautiful. A beautiful-
"Weapon"
Story Notes
(1) I use to always spell this like 'proberly'...
-the number part might have been a tad confusing but I hope the way I wrote it made it sound right. He was counting in the background and thinking at the same time...
The guessing on where the name "Mike" came from is still up. If you guess right you get...hmmm. I don't know yet?
Expecting Next Chapter: September 24