Title: Disappearance
Author: Soli
Rating: PG-13/R for angst
Coupling: Kurt/Kitty, a little bit of Scott/Jean
Summary: When Kurt is kidnapped, the rest of the X-men have to save him….before it's too late
Dedication: Ok, I'd like to thank Quatre Bunny for all her support and Garurublue, who has been my greatest fan/supporter and friend since I started this. Hell, she even gave up Kurt so you guys can read this! Thanks, Blue! I'd also l;ike to thank my friends Erin and Sarah for helping me out. Now, without further ado, here's-* chapter four! Chapter four: SecretsTo those who have never seen a meeting of the Brotherhood, the sight might be strange to your eyes. It is a small gathering of odd-looking creatures who all hide under the cloak of darkness. If you were to look closer you may make out the outline of a teenager boy squatting on the table, who flicks his tongue out now and then when the occasional bug passes him by. To his left is a very tall obese junior, who looks stupider than he really is. His blond mohawk made his cheeks looked even chubbier and his giant hands covered a good fifth of the table. The last member, a muscular boy with floppy brown hair, was leaning against the way with his arms crossed over his chest in the traditional "Bad Boy" position.
"What does she want, anyway?" Toad grumbled, eyeing a fruit fly that had found its way over to Avalanche's backpack. The brown-haired boy looked up.
" If I find one drop of slime on that bag, Toad…" He left his voice trail off, implying just how bad the thrashing would be. Todd, or "Toad" as people called him, snorted.
"You really should talk with Dakholme, Lance, you two just have so much in common." The blonde boy broke out into a grin, until Lance gave him a warning glance. Turning his attention back to Todd, Lance grinned, and raised his foot. Todd's eyes widen, and he jumped off the table to the opposite wall just all the foot made contact with the floor. Looking back, Todd felt his frog-like body tense. The desk was split right in half, right where he had been crouching moments earlier. Avalanche smiled.
" Don't call me Lance." He said smugly.
" That's enough." A cold voice came from the corner of the room. The boys glanced around nervously. To them, that voice was like God's; you don't dare ignore it.
A blue woman with red hair slipped out of the shadows. She was clothed in a fitted white dress that matched her eyes. A frown of disapproval marred her pretty face, a frown that marred her face far too often. She cast her disapproving glare on boys, making it obvious that she was not pleased with them.
"Mystique." Todd stated more than greeted. Mystique gave him a cold glare in return.
" I expect you to replace my desk as soon as possible. If I find that any of you have destroyed anything else that costs more than your measly lives, I will personally see each of you off back to jail. Do you understand?" A chores of "Yes, ma'ams" followed her short speech.
"Good. There cannot be any more fooling around. This chance may be our only one, so we can't afford to lose it. If we fail, then we may fail for the last time."
The teenage mutants looked nervous once again. Even Mystique looked a bit apprehensive. Avalanche cleared his throat.
"So, um, what's the plan?"
"The plan, as you so crudely put it, is to wait. The X-Men are taking an unusually long time to find their friend. We may even have to start dropping clues in order for them to figure it out."
"And the monkey? What about Monkey Ugly?" Mystique's eyes flashed.
" Although I understand your resentment, Toad, I warn you not to insult Nightcrawler again. Remember, he is half mine, and whatever you say about his looks reflects on me too." Toad just grunted, but kept his mouth closed. Mystique continued.
"Now, when the X-Men do finally find out where Nightcrawler is, we will be waiting. I've ordered a strict watch kept on the place, so we will be notified the second they get there. You know what to do from there." The boys nodded. Mystique smiled.
"Good." With that, the blue-skinned woman changed into a tall, brown-haired Caucasian.
" I have a PTA meeting. Stay here, and make sure that none of the X-Men try find us out."
After she had left, Toad jumped off the wall.
"He is half mine, and what ever you say about his looks reflect on me too." He mocked. He stuck out his long purple tongue at the closed door.
"Well, she's right. They're both big blue and ugly." Avalanche cracked. His two companions burst out laughing. The rest of the night was spent insulting the group leader and her spider-monkey son.
Jenkins watched ass his new addition wrapped a bandage around his blue head. The kid was definitely reeling in the dough. Before, no one had heard of or wanted to come to his little freak show, but now that he had an acrobatic blue, humanoid monkey as the star, well, that changed their minds.
Needless to say, Jenkins used "Furry's" talents to make even more money. The bags of marbles had sold like hotcakes, especially after people realized that it was almost impossible for them to hit their blue-furred target. Yep, this kid was definitely a keeper.
Now, the only problem was what to feed him. He tried every kind of pet food he had, but nothing worked. One of his workers suggested raw meat, but the freak hadn't touched that either. Jenkins was starting to get worried; A dead freak meant less cash, and the death of this freak meant no more business.
Well, he talked once. I'll just hafta get him to talk again. he decided. Walking over to Kurt's cage, Jenkin's slammed the handle of his broom on the bars. The freak looked up.
"Hey, kid, what do you eat?" Bluntness was always the best way to get something answered. The kid just looked at him blankly.
" I said, what do you eat?" Jenkins raised his voice a little bit louder. No answer.
"Damnit, you answer me, you little freak, before I beat the crap out of ya!" Jenkins screamed, his pale face turning a bright shade of ed. The kid narrowed his yellow eyes.
"Kurt." Jenkins stared.
"You eat Kurt? What the hell is Kurt?"
"No! My name is Kurt. Not freak, not fuzzy, not monkey, Kurt."
Jenkins stared at the mon-Kurt. His voice seemed to have some sort of accent to it-maybe German? Wait, who cared what kind of accent this "Kurt" had? He was a freak! Freaks don't have accents!
"So?" Jenkins leered at the boy. Kurt blinked, and turned away. Jenkins felt the smirk drip off his face. He actually felt sorta…bad.
Whoa, wait! The burly man thought to himself. This was getting to confusing. After all, who cared about freaks? They were there for two reasons; for money and for scapegoats.
Jenkins turned to leave, but glanced over his shoulder, getting one more glimpse at the freak named Kurt. Maybe…he thought, then shook his head.
Kitty was watching "Star Wars, Episode I." Usually, she wouldn't be caught dead watching that kind of stuff, but, well, it was Kurt's favorite. Kitty figured that, maybe if she watched Kurt's favorite movie, it could give her hope about seeing her fuzzy blue friend again. So far, it wasn't working.
" Weesa make you bombad gerneral!" The fat amphibian guy clapped another, skinner amphibian guy on the shoulder.
Kitty burst into tears.
Damn you, Kurt, where the hell are you? She thought angrily and miserably to herself. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it" Her voiced cracked. As she wiped her eyes and hurried to the door, she wished again that it was Kurt standing outside.
He'll smile and laugh and say he was just blowing off some steam and then he'll tell a joke and make me laugh and he'll bamf everywhere and scare me and it'll be just like old times. She thought desperately, unconsciously fixing her hair. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
No one was there.
Kitty leaned against the doorway and took a deep breath. This was too much. How much more hoping could she do before it was all dashed? How many more times would she hear the doorbell or the phone ring and hope it was Kurt, only to feel destroyed when it wasn't? How many-
That's when Kitty noticed the box. Wiping her eyes, she bent over and picked it up. It wasn't very special, just a regular brown cardboard box. Kinda dirty and a little…slimy. Ewww…she thought, and opened it up.
There, silver shining and broken, lay Kurt's watch. Hands trembling, Kitty picked up the note inside and read it, lips moving along with the words.
Tick Tock, Time's running out. –HOE.
