Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel characters mentioned Wish I did though, I'd have a whole hunk o'cash the huh? ^_^ Sorry it took me so long to write another chapter...Pretty short, I know, but more is on the way...soon I promise, unless you all hate it...*grins*
Enjoy!
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The Arrival by BAMF!
The trip was long and the plane was cramped. Mystique was morphed and looked quite normal. Her bright red hair was all that could draw attention to her and her son. She was feeling quite smug. Kurt, on the other hand was uneasy. Although Hank had repaired him image inducer before he left, he was still worried of it going on the fritz again.
When they arrived at the airport in West Berlin all they had to go by was a name. Eric Wagner. No pictures, just an old address that Raven was sure had changed. After the count, Kurt's father, discovered his mistress' secret, she was sure he would have left the town immediately. A close knit town like that wouldn't have tolerated a public figure having such a torrid affair with a woman such as her and her being a mutant didn't help her case much either.
Memories of their time together flooded Raven's mind. The private parties (which his wife never knew about of course) , the expensive gifts, and the events in which are responsible for Kurt's existence.
Neither Kurt nor his mother spoke as they made their way through the busy airport. Customs was no problem and they made their way quickly to their small motel. Neither had a chance to sleep on their flight thanks to the crying babies and loud men sitting behind them. They took advantage of the two lumpy beds in their small, dimly lit room. The walls were so thin they could hear the arguing couple next door. But their weariness soon got the better of the mother and son and they both fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning Kurt and Raven left the noisy crowded city to search for the Count. The first place they looked was obviously the best place to start, at the old address. After a few hours in the cab driving though marvelous German countryside they arrived at the address. A long curvy stretch of narrow pathways lined by immense trees led them to the remains of a once grand mansion. The two passengers got out of the cab. Kurt stopped to pay the man while Raven walked sadly up to the stone foundations. Weeds had grown up tall where huge walls had once been and the formerly beautiful rose gardens had been reduced to parches of grass and moss. As the cabby sat and waited for the two, who would obviously need a ride back to town, Kurt slowly walked up to his mother and put his arm around her shoulder. She was a strong woman but he could see by the look in her eyes that she needed someone.
They made their way back into town, silently in the cab. Mystique regained her strong will and sat a bit further away from her son than she had on the way. When they arrived in town they were dropped off on the main road of the small community. Mystique remembered walking these streets so many years ago and instructed Kurt to walk towards the little shop a little ways down the street. She remembered that place from when she first arrived in the town. The shop keeper always seemed nice to her.
On the way to the shop they stopped to speak to some of the townspeople about the demolition of the mansion. It would seem the Count, a seemingly generous, well liked member of high society, had a love affair with a gold digging, vile, conspiring mutant. The locals each went into great detail of their own opinions on the subject, each adding their own bigotries. All of this made Kurt uneasy (not to mention Mystique, who was growing quite angry.) Even though he know what kind of women his mother is (and assumably was) he never took kindly to other people putting her down. He being a future man of the cloth believed that everyone had some good in them to offer the world.
After getting tired of hearing the people unknowingly bad mouth the woman standing right in front of them, Mystique finally made her way to the shop where she found someone to tell the whole story. The old shop keeper, which Raven remembered, was willing to tell them the story. Most of which Mystique already knew.
The old woman strained her tired memory to tell the story to the inquisitive tourists / amateur historians (which was their explanation for their inquiry about the town's history.) She escorted the pair through the small shop full of bread, sewing supplies, lovely dresses and suits, and other odds and ends you would expect to see in a quaint little shop. The floor boards creaked under their feet as a young man watched the old lady pull back a large deep purple velvet curtain at the back of the shop. "My son" she whispered to Mystique with a smile and a wink. Behind the curtain was a small dark room with a simple round wooden table sitting in the middle. She lit a tall white candle in the center of the table which with it's dim light revealed five white tea cups and five white saucers. And placed around the table were five simple matching wooden chairs. "Would you like some tea?" She offered, smiling at her two guests. "Thank you, please." Answered Kurt, politely. Mystique only nodded in acceptance. She boiled a kettle of water on the small black gas stove in the corner and soon after she was pouring three hot glasses of tea. "You should get comfortable, we will be here for quite some time."
With that she began her story...
Enjoy!
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The Arrival by BAMF!
The trip was long and the plane was cramped. Mystique was morphed and looked quite normal. Her bright red hair was all that could draw attention to her and her son. She was feeling quite smug. Kurt, on the other hand was uneasy. Although Hank had repaired him image inducer before he left, he was still worried of it going on the fritz again.
When they arrived at the airport in West Berlin all they had to go by was a name. Eric Wagner. No pictures, just an old address that Raven was sure had changed. After the count, Kurt's father, discovered his mistress' secret, she was sure he would have left the town immediately. A close knit town like that wouldn't have tolerated a public figure having such a torrid affair with a woman such as her and her being a mutant didn't help her case much either.
Memories of their time together flooded Raven's mind. The private parties (which his wife never knew about of course) , the expensive gifts, and the events in which are responsible for Kurt's existence.
Neither Kurt nor his mother spoke as they made their way through the busy airport. Customs was no problem and they made their way quickly to their small motel. Neither had a chance to sleep on their flight thanks to the crying babies and loud men sitting behind them. They took advantage of the two lumpy beds in their small, dimly lit room. The walls were so thin they could hear the arguing couple next door. But their weariness soon got the better of the mother and son and they both fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning Kurt and Raven left the noisy crowded city to search for the Count. The first place they looked was obviously the best place to start, at the old address. After a few hours in the cab driving though marvelous German countryside they arrived at the address. A long curvy stretch of narrow pathways lined by immense trees led them to the remains of a once grand mansion. The two passengers got out of the cab. Kurt stopped to pay the man while Raven walked sadly up to the stone foundations. Weeds had grown up tall where huge walls had once been and the formerly beautiful rose gardens had been reduced to parches of grass and moss. As the cabby sat and waited for the two, who would obviously need a ride back to town, Kurt slowly walked up to his mother and put his arm around her shoulder. She was a strong woman but he could see by the look in her eyes that she needed someone.
They made their way back into town, silently in the cab. Mystique regained her strong will and sat a bit further away from her son than she had on the way. When they arrived in town they were dropped off on the main road of the small community. Mystique remembered walking these streets so many years ago and instructed Kurt to walk towards the little shop a little ways down the street. She remembered that place from when she first arrived in the town. The shop keeper always seemed nice to her.
On the way to the shop they stopped to speak to some of the townspeople about the demolition of the mansion. It would seem the Count, a seemingly generous, well liked member of high society, had a love affair with a gold digging, vile, conspiring mutant. The locals each went into great detail of their own opinions on the subject, each adding their own bigotries. All of this made Kurt uneasy (not to mention Mystique, who was growing quite angry.) Even though he know what kind of women his mother is (and assumably was) he never took kindly to other people putting her down. He being a future man of the cloth believed that everyone had some good in them to offer the world.
After getting tired of hearing the people unknowingly bad mouth the woman standing right in front of them, Mystique finally made her way to the shop where she found someone to tell the whole story. The old shop keeper, which Raven remembered, was willing to tell them the story. Most of which Mystique already knew.
The old woman strained her tired memory to tell the story to the inquisitive tourists / amateur historians (which was their explanation for their inquiry about the town's history.) She escorted the pair through the small shop full of bread, sewing supplies, lovely dresses and suits, and other odds and ends you would expect to see in a quaint little shop. The floor boards creaked under their feet as a young man watched the old lady pull back a large deep purple velvet curtain at the back of the shop. "My son" she whispered to Mystique with a smile and a wink. Behind the curtain was a small dark room with a simple round wooden table sitting in the middle. She lit a tall white candle in the center of the table which with it's dim light revealed five white tea cups and five white saucers. And placed around the table were five simple matching wooden chairs. "Would you like some tea?" She offered, smiling at her two guests. "Thank you, please." Answered Kurt, politely. Mystique only nodded in acceptance. She boiled a kettle of water on the small black gas stove in the corner and soon after she was pouring three hot glasses of tea. "You should get comfortable, we will be here for quite some time."
With that she began her story...