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Kurt was fuming. Not only did Jean try to get into his head, but he almost killed his friend. Well, he did threaten you, and you did give him a warning. So I say you did what was right. But was it right? I know that they hate me, but do I have to get back at them? It's the brotherhood way, not the X-men way. But he was so close to killing you! If you had moved an inch to your left then you would be a dead man by now! The inner demon left a distraught and even angrier Kurt. Mein gott, he's right! The next thing that could happen is that I could wind up dead. I will need to get back at them, soon. Now I need to check up on Amara. Kurt quickly walked to Amara's room. Thankfully, she slept in her own room these days, which caused Kurt to sleep peacefully. Who knows what could happen to her, now that everyone is against me. Kurt had managed to knock on the door. Silence. He knocked again. Once again silence prevails. That's weird, maybe she's in the danger room? Yeah, that's it! She probably had another problem with her problems, so she asked the professor for help. I'll go see if she's— Kurt's thoughts were broken when he heard a faint sniffle. What, crying? In Amara's room? That isn't right. I'll go see if she's okay. And with that, Kurt knocked softly on the door. "C-Come in. It's o-open." Kurt was certain now. Amara is crying! "Amara? Vhy are you crying? You are usually so happy." Kurt didn't have time to react to what happened next. Amara had launched herself onto Kurt, and was now crying on his shoulder. "Amara? Vhat happened?" Kurt asked her softly, into her hair. Mm, hair smells good, too. Like a rainforest. Kurt then basically mind slapped himself. Kurt! You don't think like that! She's a friend, and a friend needs a shoulder to cry on. You should know better than that. Kurt was brought out of her thoughts when Amara sniffled. "Kurt, I went down to the danger room, I-I was called down for a session, and they—Kurt, they ambushed me. They said som-something about me being on your side." Amara continued her sobbing in Kurt's shoulder, successfully drenching the shoulder of his shirt. "Amara, Vho's zey? Tell me Amara, Vhat exactly did zey do to you?" Kurt was getting angry now. "It was Scott. Jean. Kitty, everyone in the school except the instructors, and they even wanted to join in." Kurt was astonished. The Instructors? They were people who helped others when they needed help the most. They were the teachers, the ones who taught everyone discipline and kept everyone in check. But Kurt was not expecting this one sentence to come out of her mouth: "Kurt? I'm scared. I don't know what's going to happen to me, and I'm scared to find out. Kurt, please stay with me. Please?" Amara stared into Kurt's golden orbs with pleading eyes. Now Kurt was officially angry. Amara was a symbol of bravery. If anyone were to stand up to anything, it was her, no matter how big the obstacle was. It was for this reason that Kurt admired her so much. And now she was scared. And Kurt was fuming. "Vait vright here, Flämmchen, I vill be vright back." Kurt tucked her into her bed and teleported downstairs. He needed answers, now.

Kurt had teleported into an empty danger room. He was expecting at least some students dodging lasers, courtesy of Logan. Something's not right, Kurt thought. There was no noise, no movements, and Kurt was positive that he had heard some action happening thirty minutes ago. Wait. It takes an hour for everything to shut down, so that means— Kurt was taken out of his thoughts when he ducked under a large beam of ice. "Huh, you did come. Did you come to get back at us for your precious Amara? Well, looks like you'll be sending her a postcard, from your unconscious mind!" Bobby laughed maniacally, sending another beam of ice at Kurt. Kurt jumped over it, but only by the tip of his tail, literally. Now Kurt was angry. So Kurt did what people usually do when they're angry. They attack. However, Kurt wasn't able to move as he was dragged into the ground. "Whatcha going to do now, fuzzy? Prank us to death? It just may work, but it looks like you're stuck in the dirt. Get it?" Everyone, even Kurt groaned in displeasure from Kitty's horrible joke. Kitty's jokes were as bad as her cooking. Or maybe worse. "Nein, but I'm going to get answers on vhat you did to Amara!" Kurt teleported out of the ground and landed a perfect kick to Bobby's ribcage. Hearing a small crack and an agonized groan from Bobby, Kurt smirked evilly. Soon that smirk turned into a scowl as two bone spikes grazed his cheek and stomach. Using the momentum from the kick, Kurt swung his slightly frozen tail and knocked Kitty down. As soon as he made sure that she wasn't dead, he glared at Evan, making him cower in fear. "I gave you a varning, did I not?" Kurt asked with malice in his voice. Evan was sobbing now. He didn't mean to, he just swung his arm out of reflex when he saw Kurt nail Kitty in the ribcage. "And now, you tell me vhat exactly you did to Amara, and I vill let you off easy. Maybe." Kurt emphasized the last part. And just about when Evan opened his mouth, Kurt was thrown to the side of the room by, nothing? That's when Jean came in with Scott. "Evan? Are you okay?" Jean asked, looking him over for any signs of injury. "No Jean, I'm just fine. " Evan smiled. "I'm just glad you guys showed up when you did. Kurt just showed up and started attacking us. He was in a rage, and so he got especially angry with me when I sent spikes going his way out of defense for Kitty. That's when he told me that if I don't bug off, he would kill me." Evan was crying softly now. Kurt knew that it was fake, an act. But then Kurt saw it: Jean and Scott were slightly smiling, quickly changing back and forth between smirking and concern. Evan looked up from time to time, waiting for instructors to show up so he can tell his sob story. And that's when it hit him. He realized that this was all a setup. It was flawless! Attack the only remaining positive connection to Kurt, then when Kurt came down out of Anger and for answers, he was attacked! And even the knock-outs were faked. The X-men could take more than one hit, and he could see the bodies shaking slightly with laughter. And now he was paying for the damages that he didn't make. "Kurt." Ororo was standing next to him. Kurt looked out to where Spyke was. He was telling the lie that he oh so happily improvised right on the spot. He was probably exaggerating a little too much. He thought of Amara. How dare they do this to her! They probably did the same thing to her. "Kurt, please follow me to the professor's office." Kurt happily obeyed. And now he can tell the whole truth, no exaggerations or anything. Or at least that's what he thought. His hopes have now extinguished. There they were. With the exception of Amara, all members of the X-men. Glaring at him. The professor probably will let me off easy. If I tell the truth, no harm done, right? And that's when the professor butted in with his telepathic speaking: No Kurt. I have asked each of the X-men what happened, and they tell me the same thing. You and Amara viciously attacked the X-men. And now I'm asking that you and Amara forfeit your places from the team, never approach them again, and, finally, for you and Amara to leave the grounds immediately. Kurt looked around, feeling like someone had told him that his foster parents were dead. Every single one of the members had one expression. It hurt Kurt to even look at them. The expression they each had on was satisfaction. He and Amara were done. They were out of the X-men.

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Translations:

- Flämmchen— Little flame

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