*I decided to continue this fic, after all.
*This chapter: Morigan gets some surprises, and what happens when she meets Nightcrawler?
~~~ = dream/end dream
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Morigan was running, but she couldn't escape. "Demon!" came a cry from behind her. Her heart was pounding as she dashed as fast as she could, trying to get as far away as possible. As she ran brambles tore at her, shredding her flesh, but she no longer cared about pain.
"Celtic witch! Sorceress! Daughter of the devil!" The shouts were getting louder, more numerous. Why were these people chasing her? She came to the edge of a cliff, but lost her balance and fell, tumbling head over heel over head until........
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Morigan sat bolt upright, breathing hard. Why was it that nightmare came so easily here? Or maybe they were memories. She didn't know. Her memories only went back about two years, except for the nightmares that came occasionally, even more often now that she was at the Institute.
Slipping on her clothes, she padded down the hallways silently. It was just past moonrise, time to be up. She wasn't usually nocturnal, but the reactions of the other students when they saw her were enough to convince her to stay out of their way. Getting up at moonrise and going to bed at dawn seemed to work the best; the curtains in her room were dark enough to blot out the sun's rays, and the lock on her door was quite secure. Even though she was surrounded by people, Morigan, as always, was very much alone.
She walked to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and some fruit. She had tried butter and milk, occasional delicacies for her in her old life, and decided that they were too rich to be more than just that, delicacies. She ate while she looked at the day's paper. Nothing very interesting, in her opinion. Then she walked out of the kitchen........and into someone.
Morigan yelped in surprise. "Sorry!" she immediately blurted out.
"Nein, I am sorry," came the reply. Morigan looked up, seeing a pair of startlingly yellow eyes looming at her out of the darkness. Her eyes went wide and she stepped back hurriedly. Who was this person? 'Well, only one way to find out.' "It was my fault, sir, I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't expect anyone to be heading to the kitchen this late at night."
"It is all right, I should have watched where I teleported," he replied.
'Teleported? Interesting'. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, who are you? I don't know that many people here, I'm afraid."
"Nein, I do not mind. I am Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich Circus I was called the Incredible Nightcrawler!" He grinned at her.
'Where's Munich?' "You were in a circus? That's wonderful! I'm Morigan, by the way. Just Morigan."
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Okay, here's a bit of a poem I wrote about Morigan:
Raven-Child, What do you remember? The ships that sailed not long ago, Have left you behind. Lonely One, When it is spring outside, Why is your heart December? Why do you always hide? You don't know the past, Saved by another of your kind, Have you at last found a roost?
*Please review!
*This chapter: Morigan gets some surprises, and what happens when she meets Nightcrawler?
~~~ = dream/end dream
****
~~~~~~~~~~~
Morigan was running, but she couldn't escape. "Demon!" came a cry from behind her. Her heart was pounding as she dashed as fast as she could, trying to get as far away as possible. As she ran brambles tore at her, shredding her flesh, but she no longer cared about pain.
"Celtic witch! Sorceress! Daughter of the devil!" The shouts were getting louder, more numerous. Why were these people chasing her? She came to the edge of a cliff, but lost her balance and fell, tumbling head over heel over head until........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morigan sat bolt upright, breathing hard. Why was it that nightmare came so easily here? Or maybe they were memories. She didn't know. Her memories only went back about two years, except for the nightmares that came occasionally, even more often now that she was at the Institute.
Slipping on her clothes, she padded down the hallways silently. It was just past moonrise, time to be up. She wasn't usually nocturnal, but the reactions of the other students when they saw her were enough to convince her to stay out of their way. Getting up at moonrise and going to bed at dawn seemed to work the best; the curtains in her room were dark enough to blot out the sun's rays, and the lock on her door was quite secure. Even though she was surrounded by people, Morigan, as always, was very much alone.
She walked to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and some fruit. She had tried butter and milk, occasional delicacies for her in her old life, and decided that they were too rich to be more than just that, delicacies. She ate while she looked at the day's paper. Nothing very interesting, in her opinion. Then she walked out of the kitchen........and into someone.
Morigan yelped in surprise. "Sorry!" she immediately blurted out.
"Nein, I am sorry," came the reply. Morigan looked up, seeing a pair of startlingly yellow eyes looming at her out of the darkness. Her eyes went wide and she stepped back hurriedly. Who was this person? 'Well, only one way to find out.' "It was my fault, sir, I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't expect anyone to be heading to the kitchen this late at night."
"It is all right, I should have watched where I teleported," he replied.
'Teleported? Interesting'. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, who are you? I don't know that many people here, I'm afraid."
"Nein, I do not mind. I am Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich Circus I was called the Incredible Nightcrawler!" He grinned at her.
'Where's Munich?' "You were in a circus? That's wonderful! I'm Morigan, by the way. Just Morigan."
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Okay, here's a bit of a poem I wrote about Morigan:
Raven-Child, What do you remember? The ships that sailed not long ago, Have left you behind. Lonely One, When it is spring outside, Why is your heart December? Why do you always hide? You don't know the past, Saved by another of your kind, Have you at last found a roost?
*Please review!