When he was completely coated in a 'healthy' shade of skin, Todd took out in turn a black pencil, deep green eye shadow, cherry red lipstick, and rose tinted blush. When the handle of the brush he used to apply a pink hue to his cheeks, Todd looked more like a geisha than a boy in his teens. True to the thick make up, Todd finally opened the paper bag and withdrew from it a lacy girls dress. The dress was a lighter shade of green, but still matching the eye shadow in an unnerving way. Todd slipped the dress on, and Kurt noticed that the other boys legs didn't have a trace of body hair on them. It was impossible to tell if it was natural or not.
Kurt only realized his mouth had been hanging open when it had become to dry for him to close it easily. Todd was tucking his hair into a manicured style, clipping in a green flower. Kurt's heart suffered a crushing blow as he noted that Todd's mouth had not changed from a small frown of anguish and desperation since the voice had first been heard from the top of the stair. Todd pulled out a toothbrush, put a large amount of toothpaste on it, and went to the spigot to wet it. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek in horror as Todd scoured his mouth until the water he rinsed with ran red with blood. A couple swishes of fresh water, and the mouthfuls he spat ran clear again.
In all of this, Kurt noticed that he had managed not to mus his makeup in the slightest. Todd most be forced to go through this routine regularly. The other boy now took a deep shuddering breath and forced a shining fake smile, pain now only visible in his eyes where an unspoken scream could not be silenced. Todd glanced at the wadded blankets on the floor and his smile faltered as he caught the glint of yellow from Kurt's watching eyes. Tears began to well, but the smile was back to perfection in less than a second. The other boy had no time to stop and explain, and instead he turned and walked upstairs with a practiced grace, pretending he had not noticed.
Kurt was alone now. Alone in an ocean of despair. He had run from the heartbreak Logan had caused, but compared to the last day and a half... Trying to compare the two was like measuring a whale with a minnow. Logan had not loved him, but had never wished him harm. Kurt could no longer hold any anger toward Logan... It had been wrong of him to expect love from a single night of judgement forgotten. That was if Logan even COULD love someone like that now.
Logan was cursed with an impossibly long life and would watch thousands of his friends fall before death claimed his soul. To ask someone in such a position to not distance themselves from others was a greater cruelty than Kurt would wish inflicted on is greatest enemy. He now sobbed at his thoughtless, heartless and childish reaction.
Now that he really looked back on the situation with a clear mind... Logan had even leapt from the window to save him, though both their powers were gone. It struck Kurt now for the first time that the fall may in fact have killed Logan. The man had not been moving when Kurt had fled to the woods, and his healing factor was still severely damaged.
Logan must have known this when he leapt, Kurt thought to himself. Logan was willing to forfeit possible centuries of life and helping people to see Kurt waste the rest of his pathetic existence doing who knows what. Kurt was, by now, chewing on his own three fingered hand to keep the shrieks of revelation at bay. The skin was long since dried out thanks to his saliva, and he could taste flecks of blood as his fangs clipped his skin.
He tentatively let his thoughts wander to what could be happening to Todd this very moment and shook at the horrors that cascaded into his mind. Todd was not only forced to endure, but to prepare himself for the awful things that were now going on upstairs. Gasping and coughing through steady tears for what seemed like hours, weariness finally caught up with Kurt and he fell into a fitful sleep.
Nightmares took advantage of the dark thoughts that had been swimming through Kurt's mind as he was trapped in his own prison of unconsciousness. He opened his mouth to scream and only silence came from his mouth. Things crept about him, but he felt unable to move away. Memories now warped by terrible thoughts made themselves more real to him than seemed possible... Until he was granted freedom.
There was a thumping at the top of the stairs that first stirred Kurt from the darkness, then a loud crashing sound mingled with shouting. "-SHOULD BE GLAD-" Portions of the shouting audible, others drowned out by sounds of a struggle. "-LEAST I AINT PUT A END TA YER WORTHLESS LIFE." Lout scraping, thudding and a bang like a loud piece of furniture being dropped.