Patience, I will bring more characters in, in time. What I really need is
some other girl characters other than Tabby, Wanda and Jean. Suggestions?
Kurt watched in utter horror as Kitty disappeared over the edge. "NO!" he screamed, and with a burst of adrenaline he forcefully burst through the gap between the net and the ground that Kitty had created. As soon as he was out of the net's clutches he ported to the edge of the cliff and looked down. All he could see was the canyon's bottom, so far away. He heard shouting behind him, but the rushing sound in his ears drowned it out. What did come through to his stunned mind was a click from behind him, and he ducked just in time to see a bullet wiz through the space his head had so recently occupied. He turned around to see all four men advancing on him, two with their guns drawn, and two with clubs in their hands. Just as he was about to port or fight, two motorcycles roared out of the strip of woods behind the men and their weapons were pulled from their hands. On one motorcycle sat a orange and black clad guy, with claws popped out of his knuckles, and on the other sat a red headed woman who looked like she was wearing some kind of wetsuit.
"Jean! Logan!" Kurt yelled. All the trauma and stress suddenly took its toll on Kurt, and he felt himself sinking to the ground, and everything faded into black.
He woke up and rubbed his bleary eyes, his mind was a bit bleary too. He was in a nice bed in what looked like a medical room. The still familiar Jean came in and smiled, " Well, Kurt, you certainly have some explaining to do! How are you feeling?"
"Just fine thanks." Then it all came rushing back, "KITTY! Oh Kitty-"
"What do you mean Kitty?" Jean said, startled at this outburst.
"She fell off the edge! What if what if…" Kurt was starting to get histerical. Jean made him slow down and explain the whole thing.
"Oh dear." She said when he had finished, "I'll get someone to search for her right away! You stay here and rest." But Jean's voice held no hope of finding Kitty alive. As soon as she had left Kurt sprang up from the bed. He couldn't just lie there while the only other person from the past could be dead, or dying. Just as he was about to leave Storm came in. She was her age showed; lines of age and hardship were showing on her face, but her eyes, and voice were the same.
"Kurt," she said, "There's nothing you can do to help with the search." She didn't mention that she thought that Kitty couldn't have possible survived the fall. "What you really need to do is explain how you got here, and where you were all these years."
Kurt sighed and sat down, his heart wanting to go to the cliff to find his friend, his mind saying to stay here and be sensible. He reluctantly listened to his mind, and recounted the story of how he and Kitty had found the strange machine in the basement, and all that had happened after that. Storm listened without interruption, and when his incredible story was over, she sat back and sunk into deep thought. Jean came in and handed a glass of liquid to Kurt, "Drink this, it will help you relax." Kurt drank the stuff and instantly felt tired. He feebly fought to urge to sleep, but it was no use, he quickly sank into deep, dreamless slumber.
When he awoke he was alone. He got up, and he felt a mental pull to come downstairs. He walked through the big place guided by Jean downstairs and into a room with a big table and a bunch of people seated around it. He recognized Jean, Storm, Spike, Hank, Bobby, Tabitha, and at the head of the table, Logan. He sat down in the empty chair, looking around at all of them, and they looked back at this relic from the past. Tabitha leaned over to Spike and whispered, "Jean wasn't kidding, he looks exactly the same, so young!" Logan cleared his throat, "We looked for Kitty, Kurt, we didn't find a trace. Chances are she's dead." A lump formed in Kurt's throat, he was fighting tears. Logan continued in his gruff voice, "You can join us, the X Defenders, or go on your way, whichever you choose."
"But it would be better for you to stay." Jean broke in, "We're sorry about Kitty and wish we could've stopped her death."
"Yeah, just like we wish we could've stopped all the other deaths," Tabby said, "But it's too late now, the only thing to do is to move on and do our best."
"Tabithas right." Logan said, "Do your grieving but don't be too long about it. We're in a three way war here, against the Mutanthood and the government. We're still fighting for peace between mutants and humanity, even though Xavier is dead, his philosophy still lives on."
Kurt went to bed that night and let all his misery, loss, bitterness, and grief come out of him in liquid form. The tears matted the fur on his cheeks and soaked his pillow, as he cried himself to sleep.
Kurt watched in utter horror as Kitty disappeared over the edge. "NO!" he screamed, and with a burst of adrenaline he forcefully burst through the gap between the net and the ground that Kitty had created. As soon as he was out of the net's clutches he ported to the edge of the cliff and looked down. All he could see was the canyon's bottom, so far away. He heard shouting behind him, but the rushing sound in his ears drowned it out. What did come through to his stunned mind was a click from behind him, and he ducked just in time to see a bullet wiz through the space his head had so recently occupied. He turned around to see all four men advancing on him, two with their guns drawn, and two with clubs in their hands. Just as he was about to port or fight, two motorcycles roared out of the strip of woods behind the men and their weapons were pulled from their hands. On one motorcycle sat a orange and black clad guy, with claws popped out of his knuckles, and on the other sat a red headed woman who looked like she was wearing some kind of wetsuit.
"Jean! Logan!" Kurt yelled. All the trauma and stress suddenly took its toll on Kurt, and he felt himself sinking to the ground, and everything faded into black.
He woke up and rubbed his bleary eyes, his mind was a bit bleary too. He was in a nice bed in what looked like a medical room. The still familiar Jean came in and smiled, " Well, Kurt, you certainly have some explaining to do! How are you feeling?"
"Just fine thanks." Then it all came rushing back, "KITTY! Oh Kitty-"
"What do you mean Kitty?" Jean said, startled at this outburst.
"She fell off the edge! What if what if…" Kurt was starting to get histerical. Jean made him slow down and explain the whole thing.
"Oh dear." She said when he had finished, "I'll get someone to search for her right away! You stay here and rest." But Jean's voice held no hope of finding Kitty alive. As soon as she had left Kurt sprang up from the bed. He couldn't just lie there while the only other person from the past could be dead, or dying. Just as he was about to leave Storm came in. She was her age showed; lines of age and hardship were showing on her face, but her eyes, and voice were the same.
"Kurt," she said, "There's nothing you can do to help with the search." She didn't mention that she thought that Kitty couldn't have possible survived the fall. "What you really need to do is explain how you got here, and where you were all these years."
Kurt sighed and sat down, his heart wanting to go to the cliff to find his friend, his mind saying to stay here and be sensible. He reluctantly listened to his mind, and recounted the story of how he and Kitty had found the strange machine in the basement, and all that had happened after that. Storm listened without interruption, and when his incredible story was over, she sat back and sunk into deep thought. Jean came in and handed a glass of liquid to Kurt, "Drink this, it will help you relax." Kurt drank the stuff and instantly felt tired. He feebly fought to urge to sleep, but it was no use, he quickly sank into deep, dreamless slumber.
When he awoke he was alone. He got up, and he felt a mental pull to come downstairs. He walked through the big place guided by Jean downstairs and into a room with a big table and a bunch of people seated around it. He recognized Jean, Storm, Spike, Hank, Bobby, Tabitha, and at the head of the table, Logan. He sat down in the empty chair, looking around at all of them, and they looked back at this relic from the past. Tabitha leaned over to Spike and whispered, "Jean wasn't kidding, he looks exactly the same, so young!" Logan cleared his throat, "We looked for Kitty, Kurt, we didn't find a trace. Chances are she's dead." A lump formed in Kurt's throat, he was fighting tears. Logan continued in his gruff voice, "You can join us, the X Defenders, or go on your way, whichever you choose."
"But it would be better for you to stay." Jean broke in, "We're sorry about Kitty and wish we could've stopped her death."
"Yeah, just like we wish we could've stopped all the other deaths," Tabby said, "But it's too late now, the only thing to do is to move on and do our best."
"Tabithas right." Logan said, "Do your grieving but don't be too long about it. We're in a three way war here, against the Mutanthood and the government. We're still fighting for peace between mutants and humanity, even though Xavier is dead, his philosophy still lives on."
Kurt went to bed that night and let all his misery, loss, bitterness, and grief come out of him in liquid form. The tears matted the fur on his cheeks and soaked his pillow, as he cried himself to sleep.