The air around me seemed to drop five degrees, even though the past week it had been in the hundreds. Shivering, I opened my eyes and looked around weakly. The cuffs that held my hands in place against the walls did nothing to deter me from attempting to pull them into myself for warmth.
The base around me seemed to shudder and shiver. Closing my eyes again, I drifted into a semi-daze as I listened to the sound of guards rushing past. I could feel the ground shiver and shudder beneath me, screams and shouts echoed along the distant halls. The bars of caged mutants were being rattled as they all tried to escape, I honestly couldn't bring myself to care or try to see what was going on. A part of me, much to my humiliation and shame, had given up.
Another shiver and suddenly the concrete above her cracked spilling dust upon her. Curling in on myself, I tried to appear submissive when I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to my cage. A voice that was vaguely familiar, but I didn't recognize, growled out a call to me. Shivering I curled into a tighter ball, the only thing I could think of was that it was one of the guards coming to torture me again.
I hadn't given them any information as of yet, I still refused to give in to them. I refused to tell them were Emily resided. Luckily for me they hadn't known she was at the mansion when they had broken in. I was brought back to reality when I heard a 'snik' and the door come crashing open.
A whine left my trembling lips as I struggled weakly against the rough hands of my captor. I heard a growl and suddenly the chains were gone, a rough hand swept through my hair, then I was picked up. It struck me then that I wasn't being dragged out of my cell, but I was being carried. I was being treated like an equal, albeit an injured one, but still an equal.
Opening my eyes I slowly looked up to see the man who held me. It was the man Logan, I had only met him briefly at one point, but it had been enough for me to determine that he was a dangerous individual. His thick black sideburns were still the same, as well as his piercing green eyes, but this time he wore an odd black and yellow leather suit.
"It's alright Kid. I'll get ya to the jet, you're safe." At those words I felt an inexplicable calmness fill me as my head lulled back against his shoulder. I'm safe...
"...Emily..." I managed to barely whisper her name, for my throat was dry and my lips cracked. I was parched from dehydration. I felt his pace quicken up, his arms tightening around me to accommodate the quick pace.
Suddenly a blinding light I hadn't seen for what felt like years pierced my eyes. My pupils narrowed, but not quickly enough. A dull throbbing pulsed in my temples and behind my eyes, the stinging pain from my closed eyes burned with every beat of my heart.
My breath hitched as I felt a different pare of arms circle around me, it was a pair of warm furry arms that I didn't recognize. In an instant my childish side forced its way up. Throwing my arms out weakly I managed to cling to the front of Logan's suit.
"Please-" I choked out the whisper with a pleading expression. He locked his gaze with my own, before gently prying my fingers from his suit. Turning, he ran off; leaving me in the arms of the unknown man. A whine made its way up through my throat as I closed my eyes tightly. I could feel the air rushing past me, warm hands gently curled over my frame as if I might shatter any second.
Warm air suddenly cocooned me, a soft golden glow from dimmed lights washed over me. A warm bench pressed against my back and when I opened my eyes finally I came face to face with a figure who made my heart stop. I honestly didn't know who this man was, I wasn't sure if I should be terrified or intrigued. Blue fur swathed his whole body, crystalline blue eyes met my own as he spoke gently.
"It's going to be alright Miss Poulette." His suit was similar to Logan's causing me to relax. He was someone who I could trust at the very least. Hopefully. A whispered thought answered neutrally. It was neither pessimistic nor optimistic..just..their. Fluttering my eyes closed, I felt him pick up one of my own and the prick of a needle followed not to soon after. Materials clattered beside me, a racket that slowly dulled into silence.
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When I awoke I found myself to be in a silver sterilized medical lab. I tried to sit up, but felt excruciating pain shoot through my abdomen. A cry left my lips as my muscles quivered and failed. Slamming back onto the table I looked around in panic. Not a second later a blue furry arm entered my field of vision as the man whom had taken me from Logan appeared. My breath hitched as I looked into his eyes.
"It is alright Miss Poulette. You're safe now." A quivering breath left me as I tried to speak but found my vocals struggling to make any noise.
"I'm afraid your vocals cords are going to take some time to recuperate. The stress from your body has made you extremely weak, especially seeing as you were severely dehydrated. However, if you are looking for young Emily, she is fine. Worried about you more than anything."
A sigh left my lips as I relaxed back against the medical bed. One question was on my mind however, where was Jean?
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Over the next week I stayed within the hospital alone, well mostly alone. Hank was there as well as the Professor. Emily came to visit a few times, but there was only one individual who wanted to see. He never showed up, leaving me alone in that room. A sorrow filled me unexpectedly, as if a part of me was torn out. I had no idea why, my only conclusion: somewhere deep inside, I had fallen in love with him.
When I was finally deemed healthy enough to leave I actually had meat on my bones and seemed like a normal human being, not a zombie. I walked out of the medbay and made my way up through the elevator once again. Looking around I narrowed my eyes and let a growl of annoyance leave my lips.
Walking up the flight of stares stealthily, I walked to where I knew the teachers and adults floor was. I knocked on Kurt's door and when I didn't get an answer I stalked in. There he sat, curled up in the corner; darkness swathed around his body like a heavy blanket.
"Kurt?"I whispered softly. His golden eyes looked up at me through the darkness, his long tail curled around his feet from what I could see in his crouched position. Walking forward I crouched before him, reaching forward I attempted to touch his cheek, but his hand shot up and grabbed mine. I gazed at those deep blue three fingers, curled so gently around my wrist.
"Keine! Rühr mich nicht an, ich bin Dreck..." (No! Do not touch me, I am filth...) My eyes widened as I translated what he had said.
"Kurt...Keine...Keine...Sie sind nicht, Warum denken Sie, wie schrecklich die Dinge?" (Kurt...no...no...you are not, why do you, think such aweful things?) Slowly his golden yellows eyes looked up and locked on my own making me catch my breath. His eyes were full of anguish and sorrow.
"Becuase I could not protect you." He whispered softly. His fingers brushing my hair from my face. My breath hitched and I suddenly found my arms around his neck, my head tucked under his chest. He was frozen beneath me as I clung to him, my eyes closed tightly as I shivered.
"It was not your fault Kurt. So don't you dare blame yourself." I growled lowly. Pulling back I looked into his eyes feeling my heart speed up. Slowly he lifted one of his hands and gently placed it against my cheek.
"You forgif me to eazily Fraulin." Gazing into his eyes I smiled softly, a true smile.
"It's not that I forgive you Kurt, for there is nothing to forgive, it's about the fact that I love you." his eyes widened, and suddenly my lips were on his. His lips were surprisingly soft against my own, molding gently as I kissed him.
After a few moments I felt one of his hands wrap around me to press against the small of my back, while the other slid down my cheek to cup my jaw. I pressed up against him, deepening the kiss hungrily. Suddenly his hands were cupping my jaw and pulling me away.
"Keine Fraulin." Opening my eyes I gazed into his own, a split second later I was pulling away. A knot tied my throat and burned in the pit of my stomach. Rejection crawled through me feircly. He was the first man I had met whom I had truly loved, and he had rejected me.
Tears burned in my eyes as I ducked my head and let my hair fall in front of my face. I had never felt this ach in my heart, never before in my life had I felt so...so unwanted. A second later I felt a warm finger under my jaw, tilting my head up. I tried to look anywhere but at him. I heard a gasp and then warm arms enveloped me.
"Oh liebe, Ich did nicht mean it like dass." He murmed softly. Brushing his thump under my cheek I hadn't even realized I was crying until he did that. Leaning forward he pressed his lips gently against my mouth, a soothing gesture on my aching heart.
"Ich only meant dass it vas too soon. Ve zould take our time." Blinking, I looked up at him before giving a watery smile and nodding. Laying my head on his chest I curled up against him and closed my eyes. His warm arms wrapped around me, holding me as I drifted to sleep.
AN:
Here's chapter 12. Enjoy! As always, let me know what ya'll think. It'll make things run faster.
~D.R. Out
