Friday night. The start of the weekend, the end of after school with Storm,
but neither Gambit nor Kurt could sleep.
Gambit strolled merrily down the dark, yet welcoming streets of New Orleans. He wasn't sure where he was going, he didn't even remember where he came from, but he was happy to be home.
He spied an old, decrepit man waiting for the bus.
Alone.
An evil smile fluttered across Gambit's face. He couldn't resist the temptation. He prepared to brush up against the old man as he walked past, in his usual fashion, but he suddenly felt slightly apprehensive. He shook his head, ignoring the feeling, and attempted to make the grab.
"There he is men! Get him!"
Gambit gasped as the old man stood and became a police officer.
"What the-"
"Put your hands up and come quietly!" Gambit, though confused, knew one thing: he would never be caught.
He turned and dashed into a dark alley. He made a leap for the fire escape as a row of lights bombarded the cold bricks. He started up the ladder as he heard the boot camp marching of the officers. His heart began to race.
"Get down here!"
He began to panic.
Must... escape!
He leapt onto the roof, lost his footing, and tumbled across the cement. He climbed quickly to his feet as he heard boots on the fire escape. He ran over the roof and came crashing to a halt at the edge. This was no movie set where roof tops were inches away, this was real life where all that lay below was a busy, concrete road.
"There he is men!"
Gambit gasped. They had him surrounded.
"Give yourself up, boy, there's no place for you to go now!"
"Oh yeah?" He leapt onto the edge.
"Death is no escape!" A small voice said.
"Death is the perfect escape!" Out of options, desperate, and panicky, Gambit leapt off the roof....
Kurt smiled and breathed in the fresh, Germany air. He held out his arms, letting the breeze ruffle his fur.
Fur?!
No!
Kurt looked down. He wasn't supposed to have fur! He was normal! He suddenly heard a slight, buzzing sound.
Turning his head he caught a faint glimpse of a torch in he slowly setting sun.
A torch?
Were people looking for him?
The slight buzzing grew into a loud roar as Kurt's eyes grew wide.
A mob, lead by a big man on a horse, slowly crawled into the field.
"There's the demon! Get him!" The horseman shouted.
Kurt turned to look over his shoulder.
'Demon, what demon?'
The mob continued to advance, waving pitch forks and torches. Suddenly it hit him.
*He* was the demon!
"No!" He cried, backing up slowly. "No!" He turned and broke into a full run across the field.
"He's damn quick!"
"Get 'em!"
"I've got him!" The man on the horse yelled. He pulled up on his reins, causing his white stallion to rear, and galloped ahead.
Kurt gasped and stumbled over his own two feet. He refused to use his power; they already thought he was a demon, that would push them over the edge!
"No!" He cried.
"Demon!" Kurt looked up as the man swung his club.
A hard, almost dulling pain filled his body. A shudder went through his muscles, his legs cramped, then gave out .Just as he was about to fall into the tall grass, a hard hand wrapped around his shirt, just below the hemline, and stopped him. He felt a vague pain around his neck, but his senses were too dulled from the blow for him to care. He shut his eyes tightly.
The man turned his horse and galloped back towards the others. The mob parted to allow him to step into the center.
"Here is your demon!" The horseman yelled.
Kurt opened his eyes, only to take in wavey, blurry grass as the horseman dropped him to his stomach. He let out a light yelp, his voice cracking as he curled up in pain, his senses finally returning.
"Get him!"
They advanced, torches and pitchforks raised, preparing to strike when...
"Yaaah!"
"Aaaah!"
Kurt and Gambit shot up out of their beds, yelling. They calmed a bit and turned simultaneously to each other.
"I swear I'm not physic!" They yelled together.
Their eyes grew wide and they turned, backs to each other, and flopped down.
Hearing the other hit the bed at the same time, their hearts sped up a bit more.
"Kurt, Remy, are you ok?" Storm yelped as she peered in.
"Yes!" The boys yelled in sync.
"What happened?"
"Nothing!" They shouted, and shot up to look at each other.
"Stop it!" Again they spoke together.
"Aaarrrggg!" They yelled, tossed themselves back into bed, and pulled the blankets over their heads.
"Storm? What's going on?"
She turned around as Logan walked over.
"Nightmares," She sighed, closing the door behind her.
"Oh.. c'mon, I'll walk you to your room, there's something you should know.." Logan flashed a smile and started down the hall.
Gambit strolled merrily down the dark, yet welcoming streets of New Orleans. He wasn't sure where he was going, he didn't even remember where he came from, but he was happy to be home.
He spied an old, decrepit man waiting for the bus.
Alone.
An evil smile fluttered across Gambit's face. He couldn't resist the temptation. He prepared to brush up against the old man as he walked past, in his usual fashion, but he suddenly felt slightly apprehensive. He shook his head, ignoring the feeling, and attempted to make the grab.
"There he is men! Get him!"
Gambit gasped as the old man stood and became a police officer.
"What the-"
"Put your hands up and come quietly!" Gambit, though confused, knew one thing: he would never be caught.
He turned and dashed into a dark alley. He made a leap for the fire escape as a row of lights bombarded the cold bricks. He started up the ladder as he heard the boot camp marching of the officers. His heart began to race.
"Get down here!"
He began to panic.
Must... escape!
He leapt onto the roof, lost his footing, and tumbled across the cement. He climbed quickly to his feet as he heard boots on the fire escape. He ran over the roof and came crashing to a halt at the edge. This was no movie set where roof tops were inches away, this was real life where all that lay below was a busy, concrete road.
"There he is men!"
Gambit gasped. They had him surrounded.
"Give yourself up, boy, there's no place for you to go now!"
"Oh yeah?" He leapt onto the edge.
"Death is no escape!" A small voice said.
"Death is the perfect escape!" Out of options, desperate, and panicky, Gambit leapt off the roof....
Kurt smiled and breathed in the fresh, Germany air. He held out his arms, letting the breeze ruffle his fur.
Fur?!
No!
Kurt looked down. He wasn't supposed to have fur! He was normal! He suddenly heard a slight, buzzing sound.
Turning his head he caught a faint glimpse of a torch in he slowly setting sun.
A torch?
Were people looking for him?
The slight buzzing grew into a loud roar as Kurt's eyes grew wide.
A mob, lead by a big man on a horse, slowly crawled into the field.
"There's the demon! Get him!" The horseman shouted.
Kurt turned to look over his shoulder.
'Demon, what demon?'
The mob continued to advance, waving pitch forks and torches. Suddenly it hit him.
*He* was the demon!
"No!" He cried, backing up slowly. "No!" He turned and broke into a full run across the field.
"He's damn quick!"
"Get 'em!"
"I've got him!" The man on the horse yelled. He pulled up on his reins, causing his white stallion to rear, and galloped ahead.
Kurt gasped and stumbled over his own two feet. He refused to use his power; they already thought he was a demon, that would push them over the edge!
"No!" He cried.
"Demon!" Kurt looked up as the man swung his club.
A hard, almost dulling pain filled his body. A shudder went through his muscles, his legs cramped, then gave out .Just as he was about to fall into the tall grass, a hard hand wrapped around his shirt, just below the hemline, and stopped him. He felt a vague pain around his neck, but his senses were too dulled from the blow for him to care. He shut his eyes tightly.
The man turned his horse and galloped back towards the others. The mob parted to allow him to step into the center.
"Here is your demon!" The horseman yelled.
Kurt opened his eyes, only to take in wavey, blurry grass as the horseman dropped him to his stomach. He let out a light yelp, his voice cracking as he curled up in pain, his senses finally returning.
"Get him!"
They advanced, torches and pitchforks raised, preparing to strike when...
"Yaaah!"
"Aaaah!"
Kurt and Gambit shot up out of their beds, yelling. They calmed a bit and turned simultaneously to each other.
"I swear I'm not physic!" They yelled together.
Their eyes grew wide and they turned, backs to each other, and flopped down.
Hearing the other hit the bed at the same time, their hearts sped up a bit more.
"Kurt, Remy, are you ok?" Storm yelped as she peered in.
"Yes!" The boys yelled in sync.
"What happened?"
"Nothing!" They shouted, and shot up to look at each other.
"Stop it!" Again they spoke together.
"Aaarrrggg!" They yelled, tossed themselves back into bed, and pulled the blankets over their heads.
"Storm? What's going on?"
She turned around as Logan walked over.
"Nightmares," She sighed, closing the door behind her.
"Oh.. c'mon, I'll walk you to your room, there's something you should know.." Logan flashed a smile and started down the hall.