Down in the rec room, several students, including the three that were pranked, were all seething. "That's it! All we wanted was for a peaceful day, and what do we get? A prank. A GOD. DAMNED. PRANK! Well he can go shove his demonic ass back down to Germany! And stay there!" Kitty screamed as soon as she landed on the couch. Scott's, Jean's, and Kitty's hair were either hot pink, cotton- candy blue, or both. "Normally, I'd disagree with you, Kitty, but this time was the last straw!" Scott huffed in anger. "I'm just so sick of Kurt. Every day now it's a prank, or a joke, or a stunt in the danger room! He's going to die in the real world, and he's certainly not going to survive in this place if he keeps it up!" Jean growled. "Well, guys, what are we going to do about him? I can tell that the professor, Auntie O, Logan, and Professor McCoy are starting to get pissed off at him to!" Evan inquired. Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. Bobby thought of a plan and quickly said: "Hey! I have a plan! Guys, huddle up. He may hear us." Everyone stayed close together as Bobby explained the scheme.
Kurt had just teleported outside of the rec room when he heard the whole conversation. Is that really how they feel? Scott, Evan, Keety? How do I not know this? Kurt thought about everything that happened in the past week. Everyone was a bit more on edge with him around. Logan and Scott being a bit more hostile towards him in danger room sessions. Even Mr. McCoy was less accepting of his explanations towards his injuries, making it seem as though it were all his fault. The only one who hasn't been showing an negative feelings toward him was Amara, and he was beginning to think that she was being a bit too nice to him. But I don't like her like that, do I? He decided that the thought would have to wait. Drying up the tears in his eyes from the negative actions his teammates have been expressing. He walked in the rec room, and instantly felt the glares directed to him. He looked around and saw everyone giving him those hateful stares, except Amara wasn't there. He quickly left the room, and headed up to Amara's room, needing answers to his developing questions.
Amara was in her room, packing for her trip to somewhere. She had nowhere to go, considering that her parents in Brazil had shunned her because she was a mutant. Those guys are acting weirder than usuaI. Why can't everyone be nice to Kurt? I've made my decision. If Kurt leaves, I leave! Now that I think about it, where can I go? I obviously can't go to the brotherhood, they are nothing but brats! I need to think of new options. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on her door. "Come in, it's open." "Amara? Vhy are you packing?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow at her suitcase. "Oh, well, you know, just in case something happens." Amara said quickly, failing to keep a calm composer on her face as her feet shuffled along the floor. "And just vat is zat somezing? Amara, your whole room is basically in a suitcase." Must be a girl thing. Kurt concluded in his head. "Kurt, I must warn you. Something is going to happen soon, and your life may be on the line." The girl warned to Kurt. Kurt, on the other hand, was just about to wave it off, until he looked into her eyes. Those beautiful, brown, pleading eyes. They were filled to the brim with worry. "All vright, Amara, I'll be careful. I promise zat I will come back to zis room vith at least my life." And with that, he left the room.
Kurt had teleported down to the common room, and just when he had sat down in a nice, comfy chair, several pairs of hands grabbed onto him. "Got you now, fuzzy." A very familiar voice crooned. "Vas? Keety? Vhy can't I move?" He had realized a little too late that jean was keeping him still with her telekinesis to hold him down. "Just hold still, Kurt, the last thing we want is an injured demon for his last danger room session." Spyke whispered into his ear. "Ready, Bobby?" Bobby grinned deviously. "Ready Evan." A blast of frozen water was the last thing that Kurt saw before his vision had become black.
Kurt woke up in his room, and noticed a very angry Amara melting something off of him. Is that ice?what happ— Oh yeah, Bobby. Kurt had growled at the thought. "Oh, he's awake! Kurt, are you feeling okay?" Amara peered at him. "It looks like I came at the last minute, Kurt, I arrived in time to see the others dragging you down to the danger room, but I threatened them with the telling of the professor." Amara narrowed her eyes at the memory. "Vat's ze point, Amara? Ze professor vouldn't believe me anyvay. Zey are vright. I am a burden to zis place. Maybe I shouldn't have left Germany, at least I vould have some humility left." Kurt stiffly got up and left, leaving a rather distraught amara in the room.
Kurt had teleported into the kitchen, hoping to at least have some peace and quiet to think about what to do next. Maybe I should leave the team, and possibly form my own. Nah, that's stupid. But maybe it's not as stupid as you would think. Kurt raised and eyebrow at that thought. Oh yeah? And why would that not be stupid? Well, look at it this way, Kurt: Your "friends" have all abandoned you, well except for that cutie Amara, everyone wants you out, and you hate the brotherhood. They hate you, and they would kill you within a day of living there. Kurt was surprised that his inner demon was helping him out. And if all else fails? Then we take over this team, killing those who oppose us. Kurt blinked. I have to give it some thought, later. I think someone is listening. Kurt glared to his left, and there was Jean, looking quite frightened. "Jean, vould you care to explain just vhy you vere in my head?" Kurt inquired with a raised eyebrow and a scowl. Jean gulped, wishing that she could teleport at this moment. "Ah, um, hi Kurt! It's a lovely day today isn't it?" Jean stammered with a nervous smile. Kurt growled dangerously. "Stay out of my head, Grey. I vill personally enjoy vripping your body limb and limb. Do you understand? Stay. Out. Of. My. HEAD!" Jean practically flew out of the kitchen in fear. Kurt watched, satisfied, as he turned around and had an unexpected spike fly past his ear. Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Hallo, Daniels." Kurt turned around to see an astonished Evan trying to get over the shock of Kurt's tone. "I suppose you have your little tidbit to add to, huh?" Kurt said in a dark and devious tone. "Kurt. Do not yell at my friend. She did nothing wrong, and you frightened her like the little demon you are." Evan sneered. He tried his best to be intimidating, but it wasn't working. "Like the little demon I am? I'll show you demon" Kurt flashed his fangs and teleported instantly, confusing Evan. He reappeared and grabbed Evan by the shoulders and teleported outside, about sixty feet in the air, and dropped him. Evan screamed. Oh god, I'm gonna die! Goodbye everyone, especially Rogue. May you find a man better than me. Evan closed his eyes, waiting for impact, but it never came. "Huh? How did I get here? I was just outside—" Evan stopped as he saw Kurt, glaring at him. "Consider zat as your first and final varning." Kurt threatened and he teleported, leaving a terrified and shaking Evan in the room
The professor was shocked, to say the least. He hadn't seen that act performed since Azazel killed those poor men thirty years ago. "Kurt definitely has to go. Not only is he not necessary to the team, but he is also dangerous. I'll have to call him up and tell him to pack his things." Xavier was beginning to call him up, when a terrified Jean stormed into the room. "My heavens, Jean! What happened?" Charles questioned. "It's about Kurt, professor. He has to go."
