Hey, hey, hey! Chapter 2 is here, ya'll and I ain't goin' nowhere! Read on and enjoy!


Color me Different- Present Situation


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Mortimer blinked slowly. Everything was a blur. He heard a soft voice from somewhere in the dark. "Are you awake, child?" Mortimer sat up quickly, ignoring the sudden dizziness that overcame him. "Who's there?" He whispered. He tried to get in a more comfortable position, when he realized his legs and arms were chained. "Oh, God."

As his vision cleared, he could make out a shape on the wall. He quickly realized it was a person. A person who was chained just like he was.

"Oh, God."
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Kurt heard the fear in the boy's quiet words. It struck his heart. Kurt was surprised. In the years he had been here, he had learned that caring was a waste of time. No one returned it. Kurt had become as cold as the bigots who had locked him in this nightmare. And now, when he had thought there wasn't a speck of compassion left in him, he felt himself pitying this boy.

"Child," he tried again, "are you alright?" He stared in to the blackness, waiting for a reply. When it came, Kurt was surprised by the calm in the voice. "Yeah. For now, I guess. Who are you?" Kurt opened his mouth to say the numbers he had become accustomed to, when the words 'Kurt Wagner' popped out. He mentally slapped himself. 'Hey, that stung!' replied the voice in his head. Kurt shook his head. 'Mein Gott!' Now I hearing voices!' Instead of focusing on the probability of being insane, Kurt asked the boy his name.

"Mortimer Toynbee." The boy replied and with that, they went through a kind of 'twenty questions' inquisition of each other. Kurt smiled. He liked this kid. Quiet and cynical, but still a kid. Kurt had one last question, though. "If you've looked like you do since you were born, how did they not find you sooner?"

Mortimer let out a small laugh. "I hid."
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Mortimer woke up hours later. Still half-asleep, he tried to stand up before remembering he was chained down. Sighing, he searched for the yellow eyes that served as his only visual link to his prison mate.

Nothing. So, he tried another method. "Kurt." He whispered. Then he saw the two yellow dots that identified Kurt. Suddenly, the yellow eyes grew twice as bright. "Mortimer! You lived on the streets, right?" Mortimer had no idea where he was going with this. "Um, yeah?" He said hesitantly. When Kurt replied, Mortimer could hear the smile in his voice.

"So, you know how to pick locks?"
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So, what do you think? And there IS a point ot this story. I think it's fitting for the only two mutants that ncan climb walls to be friends. REVIEW!