The sun was just rising over the hills of Bayville, light spilled
over hills, roads, buildings, and parks. Slowly, it crept over a large hill
and reached a large structure with an inviting garden and rather large
parking lot. As the light rose, a single window was illuminated, the sun's
warm glow streamed over the frosted windowpane (a result of the previous
night's snow flurry) and into the silent room.
Softly, and with the pace of a cautious mother coming to check on her child, the soft light spread across the floor and walls, bringing to light posters, a dresser, and several other items betraying the presence of a teen-age boy. (The large poster of a female singer was a major give-away.)
Against the far wall, a bed was made visible and a large lump in the covers indicated that the room's inhabitant was currently dosing beneath the warm fabrics.
The boy rustled a bit in the sheets, he rolled over and pulled the covers snugly over his head. Thus, he left a slight portion of his back uncovered. A thin, blue, rope-like cord fell to the floor. At its tip was an arrow-like end. It seemed attached to the boy's back.
Suddenly, a teen-age girl walked through the door! (The closed door.) She glanced at the rope-thing and shook her head with a small laugh. Her light brown pony- tail bobbed from side to side as her head shook. She walked over to the frosted window and pulled it open. A gust of wind blew her pink, jagged hemmed shirt back behind her. A small bit of snow blew in from the window's sill and floated to the roped-like thing on the floor.
Instantly, the inhabitant of the bed rocketed out of the covers. He was blue! Blue and furry, his mouth held fangs and his eyes were open wide. The rope-thing was his tail!
"Aaah! My poor tail!" Cried Kurt Wagner. He turned his head and glared at the girl. "Kitty! Why'd you do that? My poor tail probably has frostbite now!" He shouted.
Kitty Pryde held her hand to her mouth and tried to restrain a giggle unsuccessfully. "Sorry Kurt, but the Prof. says you have to get up, it's nearly eight 'o' clock!"
Kurt folded his furry, three fingered arms across his chest. "So!" He said indignantly, "It's vacation! Why get up before noon on vacation?"
Kitty glared at him, "How should I know?" She asked, "The Prof. just said to make you get up!"
Kurt rolled his large eyes. He reluctantly swung his animal-like feet over the side of the bed and walked to his dresser.
Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kurt simply grabbed a watch from the top and put it on. He pressed a button on the side and instantly, his clothing changed from red sweatpants and a white t-shirt, to blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, and a tan jacket.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Kurt! That is so gross! Do you ever actually change your cloths?"
Kurt looked shocked. "Of course I do! I grew up in Germany, not slob- ville!" He said hotly.
Indeed, Kurt had a definite accent that showed he was German. He often slipped into his previous language when he was upset, confused, or excited.
"Sorry!" Kitty said. 'I didn't know it was a sore subject!"
Kurt shook his head. "Never mind." He said.
Kitty shrugged and grabbed his arm. She pulled him into the hall and together they headed off toward the study where Professor Xavier awaited them.
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Softly, and with the pace of a cautious mother coming to check on her child, the soft light spread across the floor and walls, bringing to light posters, a dresser, and several other items betraying the presence of a teen-age boy. (The large poster of a female singer was a major give-away.)
Against the far wall, a bed was made visible and a large lump in the covers indicated that the room's inhabitant was currently dosing beneath the warm fabrics.
The boy rustled a bit in the sheets, he rolled over and pulled the covers snugly over his head. Thus, he left a slight portion of his back uncovered. A thin, blue, rope-like cord fell to the floor. At its tip was an arrow-like end. It seemed attached to the boy's back.
Suddenly, a teen-age girl walked through the door! (The closed door.) She glanced at the rope-thing and shook her head with a small laugh. Her light brown pony- tail bobbed from side to side as her head shook. She walked over to the frosted window and pulled it open. A gust of wind blew her pink, jagged hemmed shirt back behind her. A small bit of snow blew in from the window's sill and floated to the roped-like thing on the floor.
Instantly, the inhabitant of the bed rocketed out of the covers. He was blue! Blue and furry, his mouth held fangs and his eyes were open wide. The rope-thing was his tail!
"Aaah! My poor tail!" Cried Kurt Wagner. He turned his head and glared at the girl. "Kitty! Why'd you do that? My poor tail probably has frostbite now!" He shouted.
Kitty Pryde held her hand to her mouth and tried to restrain a giggle unsuccessfully. "Sorry Kurt, but the Prof. says you have to get up, it's nearly eight 'o' clock!"
Kurt folded his furry, three fingered arms across his chest. "So!" He said indignantly, "It's vacation! Why get up before noon on vacation?"
Kitty glared at him, "How should I know?" She asked, "The Prof. just said to make you get up!"
Kurt rolled his large eyes. He reluctantly swung his animal-like feet over the side of the bed and walked to his dresser.
Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kurt simply grabbed a watch from the top and put it on. He pressed a button on the side and instantly, his clothing changed from red sweatpants and a white t-shirt, to blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, and a tan jacket.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Kurt! That is so gross! Do you ever actually change your cloths?"
Kurt looked shocked. "Of course I do! I grew up in Germany, not slob- ville!" He said hotly.
Indeed, Kurt had a definite accent that showed he was German. He often slipped into his previous language when he was upset, confused, or excited.
"Sorry!" Kitty said. 'I didn't know it was a sore subject!"
Kurt shook his head. "Never mind." He said.
Kitty shrugged and grabbed his arm. She pulled him into the hall and together they headed off toward the study where Professor Xavier awaited them.
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