I looked outside to see if any of the little gremlins were still there. I didn't see anything so I found where it looked like they were headed and teleported 3 miles that way. I landed on a small abandoned farm. I though I could get a better view if I went to the top of it. I ported up there and looked around. Nothing was there except for other farms and cows mooing. I was aggravated and disturbed mentally. I saw the dead bodies of my friends and if their wasn't a delay at Laguardia, I would have been there to save them. Stupid Delta. I had to find them and avenge my friends death. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The grass went through my hologram which made it look really weird. Maybe I should go get a drink, I thought. I picked up my feet and ported into town. I appeared in a nearby pub I use to go to when I was bored as hell. I walked out and sat down.
"Hey Kurt, where ya been?" the bartender asked in German. It was hard for me to get back into my German because I had been using English so much.
"They're dead Borten, all of them," I didn't answer his question but we would get to that after a couple drinks. I started to cry and I lunged toward the bar. I layed down on it tearing in my arms. I sat down on the red stool.
"Who died friend?" he asked me cleaning out a cup. I looked at him through the cracks in my arm. He knew this was serious and he had on a solom face. I got up and told him what had happened.
"Oh god Kurt, that's horrible. We need to call the police, they'll get right on the case. They all went to the monastery in times of need. They'll help," he told me.
"Done that. Bart's son called the police when I left. They should be on the case in no time. I'm going to avenge them Borten. I don't care if I die, they are going down," I said shaking my fist. I was sipping a beer he had given me when I was telling him what happened. I drank until I felt woozy. That wasn't much less then two drinks. I was never much of a drinker so one or two drinks usually did it for me. I layed on the counter and was about to fall asleep when I heard a noise. Babies crying and people wailing. I ran outside and it was poring rain. Those same goblins were now attacking the town. It made sense, attack outside the tow and then come inside so they have no external forces. But why? I would find out soon enough.
I was the towns only hope. I turned off my image inducer and I was no longer Kurt Wagner. I had become Nightcrawler, a mutant, a monster, an X-Man. I pounced on one of them squashing them to the ground. I jump off and onto another helpless little moster. A few of them threw darts at me but I caught them and darted them back in the direction the came from. They went into the helpless little monsters and the little guys fell. I kicked a couple out of my way and ran toward a lady about to be stabbed by one. I ported above the monster and kicked it on the way down. It hit a wall and cracked its head open. One of the little things came running toward me speaking some type of gyberish. He stabbed me in my arm with a spear and called his friends toward me. This was the first time I saw them up close. They were little greenish monsters. They had pointy ears and their head was bigger then their whole body. They were wearing what looked to be like a brown paper bag. I quickly leaped out of the way of several goblins stabbing at me. I kicked one of them and it collided into another. I was hurting a lot.
They tackled me to the ground and I pulled out the spear that was in me. I screamed like a baby and used my good arm to plunge the spear into the ones that were on me. They hit me with rocks on the head. I couldn't do anything. I looked up at the stars and thought about life and death. I knew I would die because my conscious was leaving me. I was blacking out and the last thing I heard was a baby crying as its mother was being savagely murdered by the goblins.
"Hey Kurt, where ya been?" the bartender asked in German. It was hard for me to get back into my German because I had been using English so much.
"They're dead Borten, all of them," I didn't answer his question but we would get to that after a couple drinks. I started to cry and I lunged toward the bar. I layed down on it tearing in my arms. I sat down on the red stool.
"Who died friend?" he asked me cleaning out a cup. I looked at him through the cracks in my arm. He knew this was serious and he had on a solom face. I got up and told him what had happened.
"Oh god Kurt, that's horrible. We need to call the police, they'll get right on the case. They all went to the monastery in times of need. They'll help," he told me.
"Done that. Bart's son called the police when I left. They should be on the case in no time. I'm going to avenge them Borten. I don't care if I die, they are going down," I said shaking my fist. I was sipping a beer he had given me when I was telling him what happened. I drank until I felt woozy. That wasn't much less then two drinks. I was never much of a drinker so one or two drinks usually did it for me. I layed on the counter and was about to fall asleep when I heard a noise. Babies crying and people wailing. I ran outside and it was poring rain. Those same goblins were now attacking the town. It made sense, attack outside the tow and then come inside so they have no external forces. But why? I would find out soon enough.
I was the towns only hope. I turned off my image inducer and I was no longer Kurt Wagner. I had become Nightcrawler, a mutant, a monster, an X-Man. I pounced on one of them squashing them to the ground. I jump off and onto another helpless little moster. A few of them threw darts at me but I caught them and darted them back in the direction the came from. They went into the helpless little monsters and the little guys fell. I kicked a couple out of my way and ran toward a lady about to be stabbed by one. I ported above the monster and kicked it on the way down. It hit a wall and cracked its head open. One of the little things came running toward me speaking some type of gyberish. He stabbed me in my arm with a spear and called his friends toward me. This was the first time I saw them up close. They were little greenish monsters. They had pointy ears and their head was bigger then their whole body. They were wearing what looked to be like a brown paper bag. I quickly leaped out of the way of several goblins stabbing at me. I kicked one of them and it collided into another. I was hurting a lot.
They tackled me to the ground and I pulled out the spear that was in me. I screamed like a baby and used my good arm to plunge the spear into the ones that were on me. They hit me with rocks on the head. I couldn't do anything. I looked up at the stars and thought about life and death. I knew I would die because my conscious was leaving me. I was blacking out and the last thing I heard was a baby crying as its mother was being savagely murdered by the goblins.