Rogues turn now. Yes, this fic is mostly about Kurt but I love switching
points of view. So lets see how it all plays out when someone besides Kitty
tries to talk to the infamous Nightcrawler:
It's hard living in a house full of mutants. Especially mutants like Kurt. He makes you want to scream and yet makes you want to laugh at the same time. And Scott, it's so weird always having to see him with those sunglasses on; you wonder what color his eyes are. And Jean, you never know what she's thinking but she can know what you're thinking anytime she wants. Then there's Logan, is that is first or last name? Who knows? He's always so angry, it makes you wonder what happened. But then . . . there's Rogue. How hard it must be, not being able to touch anyone, always having to distance yourself from people. What kind of a life is that?
Rogue could tell you it's no picnic. She had to live each day with the threat of stealing the memories of another. Now she was in her room. Doing something she rarely did: crying. Why had this all happened? Why was she made to live with this curse? Why was this her life?
Now another though presented itself, one of Kurt. He was German, he was blue, and he was a demon-thing for heavens sake! So why did she feel such a connection to him? Why did what happened to him matter so much to her?
Rogues mind was always full of questions, questions and memories. Sometimes she was grateful for Kurt, because he had a way of making her forget all of her problems and just enjoy the moment. He was like a close friend . . . no, like a brother.
Rogue smiled at that. Blue-boy as a brother. Wonder what family reunions would be like. She got up and walked to the library. She had an intense book report due in three days and she hadn't even found a book to do it on.
"Oh why did I have to wait until vacation was almost over to work on my project?" A thick accent greeted her from the library.
"Oh, hi Kurt." Said Rogue. "You okay?"
Kurt turned his head and frowned. "Well, I guess it's safe as long as you aren't Kitty in a hologram." Said Kurt, "She's been hounding me all day!"
Rogue suppressed a laugh. "You wouldn't be very safe with Jean either." She commended with a bright smile.
Kurt teleported off of the high bookshelf he had climbed. Unfortunately, he miscalculated something and appeared three feet off the floor. He fell and landed with a loud thud!
"OW!" He said. Rogue failed to hold back a laugh.
"Oh you think that's funny do you?" Said Kurt with a glare. Hi stuck out his furred lip. "No one cares about the fuzzy dude!"
"Aw! Come on Kurt! I didn't mean anything!" Rogue said pleadingly.
Kurt grinned at her, showing his fangs. Yet, somehow, he still managed to look funny.
"So," began Rogue. "How are you?"
Kurt's face fell at that. "I'm okay I guess. I just wish Mystique could forget about me. I can't help thinking it's a trap or something. She just doesn't strike me as the kind of mutant who would just want to talk."
Rogue shrugged. "Well, maybe she really does just wanna talk. The Prof. didn't seem worried. He did wonder why you didn't react to the fact that she was alive, just at the fact she wanted to talk to you. It was kinda weird." She stated.
Kurt closed his eyes. He was more solemn than Rogue had ever seen him and it scared her.
"I've tried to forget, I've tried to leave it behind." Kurt began, "But somehow it keeps coming back. The night of your dream, the meeting at the construction site, the look on her face when she left. I remember every word we said; I can still see the moment when she removed her hood. I remember it all. I especially remember how the Professor kept what he knew from me. I can't believe he doesn't trust me!
"I could handle it, I could handle the truth! I could. There is no way I can keep moving on without knowing!" Kurt opened his eyes. He looked fierce and Rogue felt fear for the first time since they met. Kurt kept on.
"I deserve the truth! He has no right to keep it from me! It's my life! My past! I deserve to know!"
He walked to a nearby bookshelf. One swift swipe from his three-fingered hand and books were scattered all over the floor. He then crossed his arms over the now empty shelf and buried his head in them.
Tears streamed from his eyes and he spoke again, softly this time. "I need to know –- if Mystique is really who she says she is. If she really is . . . . . . . . . . . . my mother."
Rogue closed her eyes. Yes, it was possible. Mystique could be Kurt's mom. But then, why would she have waited until now to tell him? It didn't make sense.
Kurt looked at her, his eyes full of pain. He picked up a book that had fallen to the floor. He smirked.
"Frankenstein. Seems appropriate don't you think? I think I'll do my report on a brother of mine." And with that he vanished in a puff of smoke.
Rogue hated how he compared himself to a monster, but she had to admit he was right. Frankenstein's monster was a misunderstood creature judged by his looks. Kurt's story was startlingly similar.
But a mad scientist created the book's creature; Kurt may well have been created by a monster . . . or was he?
It's hard living in a house full of mutants. Especially mutants like Kurt. He makes you want to scream and yet makes you want to laugh at the same time. And Scott, it's so weird always having to see him with those sunglasses on; you wonder what color his eyes are. And Jean, you never know what she's thinking but she can know what you're thinking anytime she wants. Then there's Logan, is that is first or last name? Who knows? He's always so angry, it makes you wonder what happened. But then . . . there's Rogue. How hard it must be, not being able to touch anyone, always having to distance yourself from people. What kind of a life is that?
Rogue could tell you it's no picnic. She had to live each day with the threat of stealing the memories of another. Now she was in her room. Doing something she rarely did: crying. Why had this all happened? Why was she made to live with this curse? Why was this her life?
Now another though presented itself, one of Kurt. He was German, he was blue, and he was a demon-thing for heavens sake! So why did she feel such a connection to him? Why did what happened to him matter so much to her?
Rogues mind was always full of questions, questions and memories. Sometimes she was grateful for Kurt, because he had a way of making her forget all of her problems and just enjoy the moment. He was like a close friend . . . no, like a brother.
Rogue smiled at that. Blue-boy as a brother. Wonder what family reunions would be like. She got up and walked to the library. She had an intense book report due in three days and she hadn't even found a book to do it on.
"Oh why did I have to wait until vacation was almost over to work on my project?" A thick accent greeted her from the library.
"Oh, hi Kurt." Said Rogue. "You okay?"
Kurt turned his head and frowned. "Well, I guess it's safe as long as you aren't Kitty in a hologram." Said Kurt, "She's been hounding me all day!"
Rogue suppressed a laugh. "You wouldn't be very safe with Jean either." She commended with a bright smile.
Kurt teleported off of the high bookshelf he had climbed. Unfortunately, he miscalculated something and appeared three feet off the floor. He fell and landed with a loud thud!
"OW!" He said. Rogue failed to hold back a laugh.
"Oh you think that's funny do you?" Said Kurt with a glare. Hi stuck out his furred lip. "No one cares about the fuzzy dude!"
"Aw! Come on Kurt! I didn't mean anything!" Rogue said pleadingly.
Kurt grinned at her, showing his fangs. Yet, somehow, he still managed to look funny.
"So," began Rogue. "How are you?"
Kurt's face fell at that. "I'm okay I guess. I just wish Mystique could forget about me. I can't help thinking it's a trap or something. She just doesn't strike me as the kind of mutant who would just want to talk."
Rogue shrugged. "Well, maybe she really does just wanna talk. The Prof. didn't seem worried. He did wonder why you didn't react to the fact that she was alive, just at the fact she wanted to talk to you. It was kinda weird." She stated.
Kurt closed his eyes. He was more solemn than Rogue had ever seen him and it scared her.
"I've tried to forget, I've tried to leave it behind." Kurt began, "But somehow it keeps coming back. The night of your dream, the meeting at the construction site, the look on her face when she left. I remember every word we said; I can still see the moment when she removed her hood. I remember it all. I especially remember how the Professor kept what he knew from me. I can't believe he doesn't trust me!
"I could handle it, I could handle the truth! I could. There is no way I can keep moving on without knowing!" Kurt opened his eyes. He looked fierce and Rogue felt fear for the first time since they met. Kurt kept on.
"I deserve the truth! He has no right to keep it from me! It's my life! My past! I deserve to know!"
He walked to a nearby bookshelf. One swift swipe from his three-fingered hand and books were scattered all over the floor. He then crossed his arms over the now empty shelf and buried his head in them.
Tears streamed from his eyes and he spoke again, softly this time. "I need to know –- if Mystique is really who she says she is. If she really is . . . . . . . . . . . . my mother."
Rogue closed her eyes. Yes, it was possible. Mystique could be Kurt's mom. But then, why would she have waited until now to tell him? It didn't make sense.
Kurt looked at her, his eyes full of pain. He picked up a book that had fallen to the floor. He smirked.
"Frankenstein. Seems appropriate don't you think? I think I'll do my report on a brother of mine." And with that he vanished in a puff of smoke.
Rogue hated how he compared himself to a monster, but she had to admit he was right. Frankenstein's monster was a misunderstood creature judged by his looks. Kurt's story was startlingly similar.
But a mad scientist created the book's creature; Kurt may well have been created by a monster . . . or was he?