Kurt fell back. Oblivious to the sodden ground, he sat, fighting back tears
from his eyes.
"M-mother?" He asked. "It's true?"
Mystique nodded, she didn't try to hold back her tears . . . she just wanted to let him know, to understand.
Kurt shook his head. "I don't understand." He said thickly, "If you are really my mother, why did you wait so long to see me?"
Mystique bowed her head. "I've been waiting to tell you, I have run it over and over in my mind. Yet still I find it so hard to say." She took a deep breath, "But you deserve the truth, I can't keep it from you any longer. It wouldn't be right. Charles Xavier may have thought it best to keep the truth from you, but I feel you have a right to know."
Kurt nodded; at long last he would get some answers, perhaps all of them.
Mystique looked at him with moist eyes. "I'll tell you everything, the whole story. Then you can choose what happens next . . ..
"I spent a lifetime hiding behind a cloak, then a borrowed image when I was able to change my form. I longed for the ability to live a normal life, be an average girl whom would grow into a normal woman. When I was a bit younger than you are now, I met Eric Magnus, the man who now goes by the name of Magneto. He sheltered me from the world, told me of the evils of the human kind. But I knew better than to believe him completely. I hated them for casting me out, and at the same time I loved them for the wonderful emotions they gave me when I transformed into one of them. It was in the form of an old woman that I first learned the emotion of love.
"She had been married for thirty-seven years and I felt a bit of her love for her husband. It made me long to find it for myself. So I left Magnus, and went off to find someone whom I could love."
Kurt blinked. "And you found, m-my father?"
Mystique nodded and continued her story.
"At first, I wondered if he was out there, the man for me. But there was one day where I bumped into this man while in Germany. I was in the form of a young journalist I had met in Aspen. In fact, I had traveled the world to find a man.
"Your father's name was Neil Forsht. He was a wonderful man with the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I fell in love with him on sight. We began to date and then became engaged. Before I accepted his marriage proposal, I showed him how I really looked. He only smiled and told me he could care less what I looked like, as long as I returned his love. We were married only a year when he was killed in a robbery while he was getting some money from the bank. I was five months pregnant with you.
"When you were born I was horrified to find you shared my appearance. Your skin was covered in blue fur like mine, and your first teeth were fangs. I was devastated that you would have to endure the same torments I had been forced to live with."
"So, I didn't look like this?" Kurt asked, pointing to his chest to indicate himself.
"No, you didn't." Mystique said with a shake of her head. "You were a beautiful baby, to me, but the world would not see that. It was then that Magnus showed up. He said he had been experimenting with DNA morphing technology, and that he would make you human."
Tears began to well in her eyes, her face showed anger and desperation.
"But he lied!" She continued in a choked voice, "He lied and he made you worse! He altered your DNA with that of a monster! But he was the monster! I grabbed you and ran for it. But Magnus followed, and so did a pack of wild wolves. I ran for the bridge but I could go no further. I was exhausted and needed to rest. Magnus took advantage of my weariness and advanced. He knocked you from my hands and into the river below. I tried to reach you but you fell too fast.
"I followed you when I could. I was hiding behind a rock when the Wagners fished you out. I watched you grow and I watched you become more and more rejected by the human race."
Kurt interrupted. "But why, if you watched me, didn't you ever come for me?" He asked.
Mystique closed her eyes. "Because I was afraid. Afraid you would hate me for letting this happen to you. So I watched you grow from afar. And I watched another. The daughter of my sister; the one you call Rogue."
Kurt blinked in surprise. "Rogue? Is my cousin?" He cried.
Mystique nodded.
Kurt ventured to ask one more question. "But if Magneto did this, why did you join him?"
"Because it made sense after a while. Humans had cat me out. Humans had killed my husband. Humans had put my son through such pain! I couldn't stand it! You were so kind but they fled from you as if you were a demon! So I joined him. But now . . . I doubt if I made the right choice."
Kurt put his arm around his mother. "I know how you feel. But I'm happy now. And in a sense, we are humans. They're just scared of what they can't explain. And they can't explain us.'
Mystique put her hand on his. "Would a human do this?" She asked, indicating his three-fingered hand.
Kurt nodded. "Some of them. You cannot judge a whole race on what a few of them do."
Mystique looked away. "Leave me now Kurt. I'll contact you again in a few days."
Kurt nodded, and with that, he vanished in a small puff of smoke.
Too sappy? Well I like it. Let me know what you think.
"M-mother?" He asked. "It's true?"
Mystique nodded, she didn't try to hold back her tears . . . she just wanted to let him know, to understand.
Kurt shook his head. "I don't understand." He said thickly, "If you are really my mother, why did you wait so long to see me?"
Mystique bowed her head. "I've been waiting to tell you, I have run it over and over in my mind. Yet still I find it so hard to say." She took a deep breath, "But you deserve the truth, I can't keep it from you any longer. It wouldn't be right. Charles Xavier may have thought it best to keep the truth from you, but I feel you have a right to know."
Kurt nodded; at long last he would get some answers, perhaps all of them.
Mystique looked at him with moist eyes. "I'll tell you everything, the whole story. Then you can choose what happens next . . ..
"I spent a lifetime hiding behind a cloak, then a borrowed image when I was able to change my form. I longed for the ability to live a normal life, be an average girl whom would grow into a normal woman. When I was a bit younger than you are now, I met Eric Magnus, the man who now goes by the name of Magneto. He sheltered me from the world, told me of the evils of the human kind. But I knew better than to believe him completely. I hated them for casting me out, and at the same time I loved them for the wonderful emotions they gave me when I transformed into one of them. It was in the form of an old woman that I first learned the emotion of love.
"She had been married for thirty-seven years and I felt a bit of her love for her husband. It made me long to find it for myself. So I left Magnus, and went off to find someone whom I could love."
Kurt blinked. "And you found, m-my father?"
Mystique nodded and continued her story.
"At first, I wondered if he was out there, the man for me. But there was one day where I bumped into this man while in Germany. I was in the form of a young journalist I had met in Aspen. In fact, I had traveled the world to find a man.
"Your father's name was Neil Forsht. He was a wonderful man with the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I fell in love with him on sight. We began to date and then became engaged. Before I accepted his marriage proposal, I showed him how I really looked. He only smiled and told me he could care less what I looked like, as long as I returned his love. We were married only a year when he was killed in a robbery while he was getting some money from the bank. I was five months pregnant with you.
"When you were born I was horrified to find you shared my appearance. Your skin was covered in blue fur like mine, and your first teeth were fangs. I was devastated that you would have to endure the same torments I had been forced to live with."
"So, I didn't look like this?" Kurt asked, pointing to his chest to indicate himself.
"No, you didn't." Mystique said with a shake of her head. "You were a beautiful baby, to me, but the world would not see that. It was then that Magnus showed up. He said he had been experimenting with DNA morphing technology, and that he would make you human."
Tears began to well in her eyes, her face showed anger and desperation.
"But he lied!" She continued in a choked voice, "He lied and he made you worse! He altered your DNA with that of a monster! But he was the monster! I grabbed you and ran for it. But Magnus followed, and so did a pack of wild wolves. I ran for the bridge but I could go no further. I was exhausted and needed to rest. Magnus took advantage of my weariness and advanced. He knocked you from my hands and into the river below. I tried to reach you but you fell too fast.
"I followed you when I could. I was hiding behind a rock when the Wagners fished you out. I watched you grow and I watched you become more and more rejected by the human race."
Kurt interrupted. "But why, if you watched me, didn't you ever come for me?" He asked.
Mystique closed her eyes. "Because I was afraid. Afraid you would hate me for letting this happen to you. So I watched you grow from afar. And I watched another. The daughter of my sister; the one you call Rogue."
Kurt blinked in surprise. "Rogue? Is my cousin?" He cried.
Mystique nodded.
Kurt ventured to ask one more question. "But if Magneto did this, why did you join him?"
"Because it made sense after a while. Humans had cat me out. Humans had killed my husband. Humans had put my son through such pain! I couldn't stand it! You were so kind but they fled from you as if you were a demon! So I joined him. But now . . . I doubt if I made the right choice."
Kurt put his arm around his mother. "I know how you feel. But I'm happy now. And in a sense, we are humans. They're just scared of what they can't explain. And they can't explain us.'
Mystique put her hand on his. "Would a human do this?" She asked, indicating his three-fingered hand.
Kurt nodded. "Some of them. You cannot judge a whole race on what a few of them do."
Mystique looked away. "Leave me now Kurt. I'll contact you again in a few days."
Kurt nodded, and with that, he vanished in a small puff of smoke.
Too sappy? Well I like it. Let me know what you think.