Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution.
Chapter Three
He looked down at his feet in utter shock and fear, ignoring the buzzer that was now constantly being pressed.
"My toes!" he breathed at the sight of his feet, "how could this…?"
His toes had somehow merged into two large toes on each foot and the back of his feet had a weird shape to them.
Kurt sat down and on closer, panicked, inspection he noticed that the way his legs straightened out-also seemed different.
"This is…" he tried to think of an optimistic word, "interesting" was the best one that seemed to pop into his head.
He put his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes-brushing away the beginnings of scared tears.
"They're horrible" he whimpered and started to rock himself back and forth.
The buzzer slowly irritated him out of his thoughts.
The adrenaline had given him a little more energy so he slowly found his 'feet' and walked back over the damn buzzing at his door and pressed down the button to reply, instead of getting angry he remained calm, "Um could you guy…would you guys mind going to the chemist-its my…ankles; I need some ankle supports".
"The nerve of that…!" Scott growled frustrated outside.
Jean just shrugged," the faster we get him into school- the faster you can get back to studying".
She replied, "Sure Kurt, what size?"
"The largest" came a lightening fast response with a timid, "Please"
"Ok, we'll be back in fifteen minutes" Jean answered.
"Stay put" came a sarcastic male voice.
Kurt unsteadily walked over to his wardrobe and started to look for the baggiest jeans he could find. Finally he settled on a pair and then rummaged around for a belt.
"Well, my mother did say that I'd grow into them" he mused, "I never was that patient".
He was really just running on automatic, "I can have a nervous breakdown at the end of term" he reassured himself.
Looking at his trainers, he realised, "They'll never fit".
He paused his thoughts and put on the baggy trousers, they went right over his feet and touched the floor, effectively hiding them, but he could hardly wander around without any form of footwear.
His trainers would never fit, nor his boots.
He sat back on the floor, mildly shaking and looked at the baggy jeans that now covered his deformed feet.
With a nervous habit, he started to bite his finger nails, "Ouch!" Something had cut his finger. Using a finger to find the problem he felt a razor sharp tooth. On further inspection he found another. He had two fangs!
Cursing in German he hid his face in his hands and growled in frustration.
"Fine!" he snapped to nobody, "I just won't smile!"
He stormed through to his small (i.e. cosy) kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. He found his brown boot and viciously cut off the back of them.
His front toes could just get blisters! The back of his feet would be hidden under his baggy jeans and ankle supports- if anyone saw how odd they looked he could just say that he'd broken them a while back and that they'd never healed properly.
When in doubt stick to ignorance-'What? Oh- they've always been like that, surprised it took you so long too notice' and then playing it down, 'its no big deal'.
Standing up, unsteadily, he practised walking back and forth in the room- as normally as possible.
Thoughts and fears drifted through his mind and with a deep breath he reminded himself and recapped on his precautions list, "Fangs- no smiling, Feet- baggy clothes and cover story, Medical- no doctors" he paused as he reflected on his eating problem and found himself feeling a little more cheerful- "Food-blender, all foods equal Milkshake".
It seemed like a plan. He could make high energy milkshakes to curve his growing appetite- using a blender!
Instantly wishing to try out this plan, absently noting that for once he was enthusiastic about one of his 'changes', he rummaged around for ingredients that could work together.
The combination was rather interesting.
Apples, bananas, milk, chocolate, some chicken soup and so on….were the ingredients of milkshake one.
He looked at it uncertainly but at the rumbling of his stomach he gulped it down, "Urgh- never knew that it was possible to create something so vile!" Never the less he kept it down.
Then he got upset with a sarcastic, "But then I look at myself and there we are!"
Shaking his head from bitter thoughts he heard the buzzer going again. After this day he was definitely considering disabling the damn thing.
An annoyed voice snapped, "We've got yer ankle supports"
"Thanks!" Kurt unconsciously grinned and then mentally warned himself- fangs, remember?
"Could you shove them through my letter box? I'm not quite ready yet" Kurt continued.
"Sure" the girl Jean sighed.
Kurt buzzed them into the building and picked up the box containing the ankle supports that was shoved through his door and landed on the floor inside his apartment.
"I'll be out in second".
Five minutes later Kurt checked himself one last time, making sure everything looked 'right' and left his apartment with the usual backpack and shirt.
He walked between Jean and Shades and thanked them for all of their help.
Jean politely supplied a "No problem".
Scott didn't grace him with a reply.
On reflection of that day, Kurt had even surprised himself with his fast thinking and lack of panicking.
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Author: Hmm...i dont think that this one was very good....urgh... i'll try and do better!
Plz Review!!
(No flames)
Chapter Three
He looked down at his feet in utter shock and fear, ignoring the buzzer that was now constantly being pressed.
"My toes!" he breathed at the sight of his feet, "how could this…?"
His toes had somehow merged into two large toes on each foot and the back of his feet had a weird shape to them.
Kurt sat down and on closer, panicked, inspection he noticed that the way his legs straightened out-also seemed different.
"This is…" he tried to think of an optimistic word, "interesting" was the best one that seemed to pop into his head.
He put his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes-brushing away the beginnings of scared tears.
"They're horrible" he whimpered and started to rock himself back and forth.
The buzzer slowly irritated him out of his thoughts.
The adrenaline had given him a little more energy so he slowly found his 'feet' and walked back over the damn buzzing at his door and pressed down the button to reply, instead of getting angry he remained calm, "Um could you guy…would you guys mind going to the chemist-its my…ankles; I need some ankle supports".
"The nerve of that…!" Scott growled frustrated outside.
Jean just shrugged," the faster we get him into school- the faster you can get back to studying".
She replied, "Sure Kurt, what size?"
"The largest" came a lightening fast response with a timid, "Please"
"Ok, we'll be back in fifteen minutes" Jean answered.
"Stay put" came a sarcastic male voice.
Kurt unsteadily walked over to his wardrobe and started to look for the baggiest jeans he could find. Finally he settled on a pair and then rummaged around for a belt.
"Well, my mother did say that I'd grow into them" he mused, "I never was that patient".
He was really just running on automatic, "I can have a nervous breakdown at the end of term" he reassured himself.
Looking at his trainers, he realised, "They'll never fit".
He paused his thoughts and put on the baggy trousers, they went right over his feet and touched the floor, effectively hiding them, but he could hardly wander around without any form of footwear.
His trainers would never fit, nor his boots.
He sat back on the floor, mildly shaking and looked at the baggy jeans that now covered his deformed feet.
With a nervous habit, he started to bite his finger nails, "Ouch!" Something had cut his finger. Using a finger to find the problem he felt a razor sharp tooth. On further inspection he found another. He had two fangs!
Cursing in German he hid his face in his hands and growled in frustration.
"Fine!" he snapped to nobody, "I just won't smile!"
He stormed through to his small (i.e. cosy) kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. He found his brown boot and viciously cut off the back of them.
His front toes could just get blisters! The back of his feet would be hidden under his baggy jeans and ankle supports- if anyone saw how odd they looked he could just say that he'd broken them a while back and that they'd never healed properly.
When in doubt stick to ignorance-'What? Oh- they've always been like that, surprised it took you so long too notice' and then playing it down, 'its no big deal'.
Standing up, unsteadily, he practised walking back and forth in the room- as normally as possible.
Thoughts and fears drifted through his mind and with a deep breath he reminded himself and recapped on his precautions list, "Fangs- no smiling, Feet- baggy clothes and cover story, Medical- no doctors" he paused as he reflected on his eating problem and found himself feeling a little more cheerful- "Food-blender, all foods equal Milkshake".
It seemed like a plan. He could make high energy milkshakes to curve his growing appetite- using a blender!
Instantly wishing to try out this plan, absently noting that for once he was enthusiastic about one of his 'changes', he rummaged around for ingredients that could work together.
The combination was rather interesting.
Apples, bananas, milk, chocolate, some chicken soup and so on….were the ingredients of milkshake one.
He looked at it uncertainly but at the rumbling of his stomach he gulped it down, "Urgh- never knew that it was possible to create something so vile!" Never the less he kept it down.
Then he got upset with a sarcastic, "But then I look at myself and there we are!"
Shaking his head from bitter thoughts he heard the buzzer going again. After this day he was definitely considering disabling the damn thing.
An annoyed voice snapped, "We've got yer ankle supports"
"Thanks!" Kurt unconsciously grinned and then mentally warned himself- fangs, remember?
"Could you shove them through my letter box? I'm not quite ready yet" Kurt continued.
"Sure" the girl Jean sighed.
Kurt buzzed them into the building and picked up the box containing the ankle supports that was shoved through his door and landed on the floor inside his apartment.
"I'll be out in second".
Five minutes later Kurt checked himself one last time, making sure everything looked 'right' and left his apartment with the usual backpack and shirt.
He walked between Jean and Shades and thanked them for all of their help.
Jean politely supplied a "No problem".
Scott didn't grace him with a reply.
On reflection of that day, Kurt had even surprised himself with his fast thinking and lack of panicking.
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Author: Hmm...i dont think that this one was very good....urgh... i'll try and do better!
Plz Review!!
(No flames)