Proof is the Protector Part Five
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG-13 (for Mild Violence)
Summary: Fifth Installment of the "Proof is the Protector" Series - a familiar looking stranger is lurking around Bayville High.
Category: General
Author's Note: There are themes of violence present in this installment. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
::Telepathy::
German
--Second Floor Classrom, Bayville High School-
A sudden eruption of smoke and sulfuric stench filled the air of the small classroom, and there they were, a Cyclops and a blue demon that Jean Grey almost didn't recognize. It was Kurt, but not as she had been used to seeing him. And then there was Kitty... hardly her normal cascading force of exuberance, she lay bleeding lightly under the gentle telekinetic force that Jean applied to the younger girl's forehead. Kitty only lay there the sound of her breathing the only evidence that she still lived.
Jean could no longer contain the onslaught of emotions that she was feeling (Guilt and fear, being no small part of the myriad). She had to get it out and tell them what happened, but still couldn't process all that had happened.
"Help her please. We were just talking, and the Floor, and gunshots, and Kitty screamed and fell over." She had wanted be calm and collected in her retelling but ended up babbling.
Kurt looked as if he was becoming the demon that all of those angry villagers had accused him of being in league with or worse-a force of pure unadulterated vengeance. He stalked quickly over to where Kitty had fallen. His three fingered hand closed over the wound. In a small conflagration of brimstone gray smoke the two were gone, and empty space was there instead- a small crimson stain in the carpet was the only clue to that night's events.
Jean's knees buckled inward and she fell forward onto them, the recent events of the night had finally caught up with her. She was emotionally exhausted, and silently began to cry -her tears falling in the bloodstain that was left by Kitty.
"I was the one who brought her here" she half-sobbed into her own hands "She never would've been hurt"
Scott helped Jean up to her feet and lead her to the teacher's desk. She wearily sat down on the surface of the desk. Scott wrapped his arms around her back and she rested her head down his chest. He had wanted this for so long. Looking down at her red hair he lost himself for a moment, and he realized that she was his friend and always would be. She looked up into his visor, and tears filled her eyes.
{I know Kitty's hurt, but I can't waste any more time, we're all mortal--It's now or never girl.}
As Scott was trying to gently remind Jean that they still had to find the mutant that they had been sent to find, Jean closed her tear-filled eyes and strained upward a bit to kiss Scott, but where she expected to find his lips she found only air. She felt him pull back and hesitate before speaking.
"Jean, I-I'm sorry..."
Jean stopped him in the middle of whatever it was that he had been about to say. She had to be able to hold onto some infinitesimal sliver of what remained of her dignity. She couldn't bear to look him in the "eye" anymore. She looked at the floor, her own shoes, the desk below her, anywhere but in his face.
"Scott don't. Just don't. I get it. Let's just find out what happened and get the hell out of here."
He released her from his embrace and stepped back away from her. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but it couldn't be helped -he had to set her straight. She was embarrassed, and it was his fault.
He walked out the room and headed for the stairwell in order to locate the room from which the gunshots were issued forth. Jean followed slowly behind him still unsure of what exactly had gone wrong. She was almost certain that he liked her.
--Principal Darkholm's Office, Bayville High School-
Cristof knew enough about the past not to touch the gun that still occupied Irene's limp lifeless hand. He didn't want to leave fingerprints on it. He eased past Irene carefully trying desperately not to touch anything. That's all he needed, to be incarcerated in some barbaric prison. He cracked the office door open and peered into the vacant hallway.
"ah gut, I guess that zhey left after the gunshotz"
{Soon..., but not now. They would perceive me as a threat.} Cristof thought as he took his first tentative steps into the barren hallway.
He had just been about to teleport himself to a secluded area in which to spend the time that he needed to prepare, but, a sudden and unexpected "bamf" caught him off-guard but the kick meant for his stomach emerging from the sulfurous cloud did not. To Cristof the intended blow seemed as a slow motion replay might to an onlooker. Needless to say it was easily avoided, a quick sidestep and he simply was not there anymore. His ability to move faster than the average sound wave did have its usual disadvantage even though he only moved a couple of inches. A sonic boom ripped down the hallway - lockers were flung open, papers flew wildly, and doors slammed respectively either open or closed. Not the greatest of effects, but present none-the-less Kurt Wagner was knocked to the ground.
He had discarded his almost ever-present image-inducer leaving only an enraged blue demon in the place of Kurt Wagner, 'High School Student'. Fury seemed to pour out of Nightcrawler as he got up from the floor where he had been thrown by the sonic boom. His three fingers were balled into oddly shaped fists. He paused only long enough to speak three concise words.
"You hurt her"
Kurt lunged at Cristof, once again trying to in some small way avenge the injury that had befallen Kitty Pryde.
Blue light and a slight chill gathered around Cristof's right hand as he prepared to freeze his charging father in place long enough to affect his own escape. Just before he was about to 'release the freeze' when everything went wrong... actually everything went...red. Cristof's limp body crashed into the middle of the bank of lockers next to him. The red faded to black as Cristof lost his battle with unconsciousness.
A/N: Feedback always appreciated. Please be a courteous reader and write a review.
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG-13 (for Mild Violence)
Summary: Fifth Installment of the "Proof is the Protector" Series - a familiar looking stranger is lurking around Bayville High.
Category: General
Author's Note: There are themes of violence present in this installment. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
::Telepathy::
German
--Second Floor Classrom, Bayville High School-
A sudden eruption of smoke and sulfuric stench filled the air of the small classroom, and there they were, a Cyclops and a blue demon that Jean Grey almost didn't recognize. It was Kurt, but not as she had been used to seeing him. And then there was Kitty... hardly her normal cascading force of exuberance, she lay bleeding lightly under the gentle telekinetic force that Jean applied to the younger girl's forehead. Kitty only lay there the sound of her breathing the only evidence that she still lived.
Jean could no longer contain the onslaught of emotions that she was feeling (Guilt and fear, being no small part of the myriad). She had to get it out and tell them what happened, but still couldn't process all that had happened.
"Help her please. We were just talking, and the Floor, and gunshots, and Kitty screamed and fell over." She had wanted be calm and collected in her retelling but ended up babbling.
Kurt looked as if he was becoming the demon that all of those angry villagers had accused him of being in league with or worse-a force of pure unadulterated vengeance. He stalked quickly over to where Kitty had fallen. His three fingered hand closed over the wound. In a small conflagration of brimstone gray smoke the two were gone, and empty space was there instead- a small crimson stain in the carpet was the only clue to that night's events.
Jean's knees buckled inward and she fell forward onto them, the recent events of the night had finally caught up with her. She was emotionally exhausted, and silently began to cry -her tears falling in the bloodstain that was left by Kitty.
"I was the one who brought her here" she half-sobbed into her own hands "She never would've been hurt"
Scott helped Jean up to her feet and lead her to the teacher's desk. She wearily sat down on the surface of the desk. Scott wrapped his arms around her back and she rested her head down his chest. He had wanted this for so long. Looking down at her red hair he lost himself for a moment, and he realized that she was his friend and always would be. She looked up into his visor, and tears filled her eyes.
{I know Kitty's hurt, but I can't waste any more time, we're all mortal--It's now or never girl.}
As Scott was trying to gently remind Jean that they still had to find the mutant that they had been sent to find, Jean closed her tear-filled eyes and strained upward a bit to kiss Scott, but where she expected to find his lips she found only air. She felt him pull back and hesitate before speaking.
"Jean, I-I'm sorry..."
Jean stopped him in the middle of whatever it was that he had been about to say. She had to be able to hold onto some infinitesimal sliver of what remained of her dignity. She couldn't bear to look him in the "eye" anymore. She looked at the floor, her own shoes, the desk below her, anywhere but in his face.
"Scott don't. Just don't. I get it. Let's just find out what happened and get the hell out of here."
He released her from his embrace and stepped back away from her. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but it couldn't be helped -he had to set her straight. She was embarrassed, and it was his fault.
He walked out the room and headed for the stairwell in order to locate the room from which the gunshots were issued forth. Jean followed slowly behind him still unsure of what exactly had gone wrong. She was almost certain that he liked her.
--Principal Darkholm's Office, Bayville High School-
Cristof knew enough about the past not to touch the gun that still occupied Irene's limp lifeless hand. He didn't want to leave fingerprints on it. He eased past Irene carefully trying desperately not to touch anything. That's all he needed, to be incarcerated in some barbaric prison. He cracked the office door open and peered into the vacant hallway.
"ah gut, I guess that zhey left after the gunshotz"
{Soon..., but not now. They would perceive me as a threat.} Cristof thought as he took his first tentative steps into the barren hallway.
He had just been about to teleport himself to a secluded area in which to spend the time that he needed to prepare, but, a sudden and unexpected "bamf" caught him off-guard but the kick meant for his stomach emerging from the sulfurous cloud did not. To Cristof the intended blow seemed as a slow motion replay might to an onlooker. Needless to say it was easily avoided, a quick sidestep and he simply was not there anymore. His ability to move faster than the average sound wave did have its usual disadvantage even though he only moved a couple of inches. A sonic boom ripped down the hallway - lockers were flung open, papers flew wildly, and doors slammed respectively either open or closed. Not the greatest of effects, but present none-the-less Kurt Wagner was knocked to the ground.
He had discarded his almost ever-present image-inducer leaving only an enraged blue demon in the place of Kurt Wagner, 'High School Student'. Fury seemed to pour out of Nightcrawler as he got up from the floor where he had been thrown by the sonic boom. His three fingers were balled into oddly shaped fists. He paused only long enough to speak three concise words.
"You hurt her"
Kurt lunged at Cristof, once again trying to in some small way avenge the injury that had befallen Kitty Pryde.
Blue light and a slight chill gathered around Cristof's right hand as he prepared to freeze his charging father in place long enough to affect his own escape. Just before he was about to 'release the freeze' when everything went wrong... actually everything went...red. Cristof's limp body crashed into the middle of the bank of lockers next to him. The red faded to black as Cristof lost his battle with unconsciousness.
A/N: Feedback always appreciated. Please be a courteous reader and write a review.