Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution.
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Chapter 8: Coming Back from Hell
The floorboards creaked as the first person crossed over the room, the living area of the small apartment. The 'boards seemed strained and made a louder noise as the other new occupants crossed the old floor.
"Where is he?" asked one of the females nervously; whilst biting her lip and twirling a finger around the end of her ponytail, "this is creepy."
The largest of the team, Hank spoke whilst inspecting the apartment, "Its...very..."
"Homely" Evan bounced onto the old couch but a spring poking out from the material scratched his arm, "or not" and he stood up and continued walking further into the apartment.
The lights were off and a table was messily covered in bills, one of which-Scott discovered, was an overdue electricity bill.
"Someone hasn't paid his bills" he sighed to the others.
Wolverine was using his keen and accurate sense of smell in the kitchen, on an unwashed glass previously filled with one of Kurt's milkshakes when he gruffly commented through the adjoining window, "Somehow I don't think that they were his first priority"
"That's obvious"
"Stop being so nasty Scott!" Kitty gritted her teeth at him in fury.
"Yeah" Wolverine exited the kitchen area, "you'll regret it if we find him dead."
Hank walked over to a half opened door and spoke as calmly as ever, "That's not funny Logan" he continued, "this is the last room and it looks like someone's not managed to close it right" Hank pushed the door open and it made a squeaking noise in protest.
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When Kurt's tail had ripped out, it had swayed and panicked in its new world, doing just what Kurt was feeling, and pulled the door slightly in behind him when he'd fallen.
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As Hank pushed the door open, his eyes widened, "Over here!" and he ran to oddly shaped fallen form of a teenager who'd just taken on his full mutation, his complete gift or curse depending on ones point of view.
The team gathered around the fallen form.
"That's him!" Kitty shrieked whilst crouching down at Kurt's head, but he did not stir even as she gently pushed some of his longish blue hair from his new fur/fuzz covered face.
"Yeah" Wolverine agreed, "that's him."
"It seems that Mr Wagner's transformation has taken a toll on his physical health" at no response Hank shortened his words, "I suggest we get him to the infirmary."
Scott was the first to draw his eyes away from the strange looking Kurt, "Yeah, lets hurry."
Wordlessly Wolverine, with a surprising gentleness and in a caring way, lifted Kurt up into his arms and walked out of the apartment.
On the way out, instead of phasing through the door, Scott blasted it down.
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Silence followed them all the way back to mansion, Logan's driving was fast, bordering on recklessness-later on the Xavier Institute would probably receive a phone-call from the police.
Kurt was being held on the back seat by Kitty and Scott, they were trying to keep his body from rocking and shaking in the speeding van.
The van leapt and juddered over speed bumps, Logan practically making the van fly, somehow he was managing to hit the ground rather smoothly for all of his landings, traffic lights were casually ignored and occasionally Hank would comment on Logan's driving licence* only to discover that Logan hadn't ever got one.
Nobody was really too shocked since it made sense when you thought about it.
Kitty only made one comment in the fifteen minutes that it took to get back to the mansion, "Physically it's not good and I know that- but mentally?" she referred to the teenager who was lying across her lap.
Nobody responded.
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Halting and juddering forward, the X-van came to an abrupt stop and everybody breathed a sigh of relief.
All ready at the doors of the mansion-Jean, the Professor and a student whose ability was to heal people, stood waiting with a stretcher that presumably Jean was making hover in the air.
Scott and Kitty, between them, carried Kurt out of the van and onto the stretcher.
The sunlight made his dark bluish coat go a touch lighter and it looked soft and silky. Kitty found herself stroking the arm that was slung over her shoulder, to comfort the unconscious boy and to satisfy her own curiosity.
Scott was too focused to even pay attention to actual person they were carrying; maybe it was just female instinct that made Kitty want to comfort Kurt even though he was unconscious.
Leaning over the stretcher, Kurt slid off her shoulder and Jean positioned him onto the stretcher with her telekinetic powers.
Jean then proceeded to go back into the mansion, stretcher at her side, with Hank, the Professor and the student in tow.
Kitty, Scott and Evan had tried to follow but the Professor 'suggested' that they go take a break and he'd inform them when Kurt was awake.
"At least he used the word 'when' instead of 'if he awakes'" Evan prompted Kitty to break from her worried thoughts.
Scott just agreed with Xavier's suggestion and went to get a shower and to change out off his current attire.
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Kitty had also gone to get changed and found herself, some time later, down in the family round watching the television mindlessly whilst mentally reprimanding herself for being so mean to Kurt on the only two occasions that she'd seen him in the past.
Although they were both small occasions; the vague memories had provoked her into thinking that, perhaps, she should have noticed that he was going through something, he'd always had that edgy look to him. Perhaps if she'd paid attention to him-she might have noticed that he was a mutant.
Evan came skateboarding into the room, he snapped his skateboard into the air and caught it in his hands, then he collapsed on the couch next to Kitty with an overly dramatic sigh, "Whatcha thinking?"
Kitty looked down at her clasped hands in shame.
"I was just thinking back to when I first saw Kurt, I never paid him any attention, literally shoved him out of the way-I was just thinking that if I'd paid more attention then I might have clicked that he was a mutant"
Evan sat up from his slouched posture, "That's not being fair on yourself, I mean I spent weeks trying to make friends with him, I should have known that anyone who can resist my wit and humour has to be a mutant!"
"Evan" Kitty retorted, "I'm trying to be serious here!"
"So am I. Seriously Kitty-the guy had secrets down to a fine art. Least you only met him once or twice-I saw him everyday and never once clicked or even vaguely wondered", he went and grabbed the remote control, flicking the channel over to some music program about his one of his many favourite bands 'The Festering Boils' and effectively he ended the conversation that was mainly based on them blaming and self-reprimanding themselves.
Kitty got up and left him to his bad music, she'd rather go find a nice spot to listen to her personal stereo and read a book.
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The haze and feeling of not being in pain for once was making Kurt ponder about the almighty question, "Am I dead?" he questioned out loud.
He couldn't seem to find the energy to wake up, yet the smell of antiseptic and general hospital or worse 'lab' smell vaguely assaulted his senses.
The answer he received actually sounded like it had come from his inside his own head but either way it was one that he needed to hear and had needed to hear for a good few days, "No, Kurt-you're going to be ok, everything's all right now. You can just sleep, you're safe."
It sounded like that Jean girl from his school but either way he was compelled back into a deep slumber, vaguely thinking-
something feels different
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Author: That one was a little longer, it should be ok....i hope.
Plz review!!!!!!!
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Chapter 8: Coming Back from Hell
The floorboards creaked as the first person crossed over the room, the living area of the small apartment. The 'boards seemed strained and made a louder noise as the other new occupants crossed the old floor.
"Where is he?" asked one of the females nervously; whilst biting her lip and twirling a finger around the end of her ponytail, "this is creepy."
The largest of the team, Hank spoke whilst inspecting the apartment, "Its...very..."
"Homely" Evan bounced onto the old couch but a spring poking out from the material scratched his arm, "or not" and he stood up and continued walking further into the apartment.
The lights were off and a table was messily covered in bills, one of which-Scott discovered, was an overdue electricity bill.
"Someone hasn't paid his bills" he sighed to the others.
Wolverine was using his keen and accurate sense of smell in the kitchen, on an unwashed glass previously filled with one of Kurt's milkshakes when he gruffly commented through the adjoining window, "Somehow I don't think that they were his first priority"
"That's obvious"
"Stop being so nasty Scott!" Kitty gritted her teeth at him in fury.
"Yeah" Wolverine exited the kitchen area, "you'll regret it if we find him dead."
Hank walked over to a half opened door and spoke as calmly as ever, "That's not funny Logan" he continued, "this is the last room and it looks like someone's not managed to close it right" Hank pushed the door open and it made a squeaking noise in protest.
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When Kurt's tail had ripped out, it had swayed and panicked in its new world, doing just what Kurt was feeling, and pulled the door slightly in behind him when he'd fallen.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As Hank pushed the door open, his eyes widened, "Over here!" and he ran to oddly shaped fallen form of a teenager who'd just taken on his full mutation, his complete gift or curse depending on ones point of view.
The team gathered around the fallen form.
"That's him!" Kitty shrieked whilst crouching down at Kurt's head, but he did not stir even as she gently pushed some of his longish blue hair from his new fur/fuzz covered face.
"Yeah" Wolverine agreed, "that's him."
"It seems that Mr Wagner's transformation has taken a toll on his physical health" at no response Hank shortened his words, "I suggest we get him to the infirmary."
Scott was the first to draw his eyes away from the strange looking Kurt, "Yeah, lets hurry."
Wordlessly Wolverine, with a surprising gentleness and in a caring way, lifted Kurt up into his arms and walked out of the apartment.
On the way out, instead of phasing through the door, Scott blasted it down.
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Silence followed them all the way back to mansion, Logan's driving was fast, bordering on recklessness-later on the Xavier Institute would probably receive a phone-call from the police.
Kurt was being held on the back seat by Kitty and Scott, they were trying to keep his body from rocking and shaking in the speeding van.
The van leapt and juddered over speed bumps, Logan practically making the van fly, somehow he was managing to hit the ground rather smoothly for all of his landings, traffic lights were casually ignored and occasionally Hank would comment on Logan's driving licence* only to discover that Logan hadn't ever got one.
Nobody was really too shocked since it made sense when you thought about it.
Kitty only made one comment in the fifteen minutes that it took to get back to the mansion, "Physically it's not good and I know that- but mentally?" she referred to the teenager who was lying across her lap.
Nobody responded.
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Halting and juddering forward, the X-van came to an abrupt stop and everybody breathed a sigh of relief.
All ready at the doors of the mansion-Jean, the Professor and a student whose ability was to heal people, stood waiting with a stretcher that presumably Jean was making hover in the air.
Scott and Kitty, between them, carried Kurt out of the van and onto the stretcher.
The sunlight made his dark bluish coat go a touch lighter and it looked soft and silky. Kitty found herself stroking the arm that was slung over her shoulder, to comfort the unconscious boy and to satisfy her own curiosity.
Scott was too focused to even pay attention to actual person they were carrying; maybe it was just female instinct that made Kitty want to comfort Kurt even though he was unconscious.
Leaning over the stretcher, Kurt slid off her shoulder and Jean positioned him onto the stretcher with her telekinetic powers.
Jean then proceeded to go back into the mansion, stretcher at her side, with Hank, the Professor and the student in tow.
Kitty, Scott and Evan had tried to follow but the Professor 'suggested' that they go take a break and he'd inform them when Kurt was awake.
"At least he used the word 'when' instead of 'if he awakes'" Evan prompted Kitty to break from her worried thoughts.
Scott just agreed with Xavier's suggestion and went to get a shower and to change out off his current attire.
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Kitty had also gone to get changed and found herself, some time later, down in the family round watching the television mindlessly whilst mentally reprimanding herself for being so mean to Kurt on the only two occasions that she'd seen him in the past.
Although they were both small occasions; the vague memories had provoked her into thinking that, perhaps, she should have noticed that he was going through something, he'd always had that edgy look to him. Perhaps if she'd paid attention to him-she might have noticed that he was a mutant.
Evan came skateboarding into the room, he snapped his skateboard into the air and caught it in his hands, then he collapsed on the couch next to Kitty with an overly dramatic sigh, "Whatcha thinking?"
Kitty looked down at her clasped hands in shame.
"I was just thinking back to when I first saw Kurt, I never paid him any attention, literally shoved him out of the way-I was just thinking that if I'd paid more attention then I might have clicked that he was a mutant"
Evan sat up from his slouched posture, "That's not being fair on yourself, I mean I spent weeks trying to make friends with him, I should have known that anyone who can resist my wit and humour has to be a mutant!"
"Evan" Kitty retorted, "I'm trying to be serious here!"
"So am I. Seriously Kitty-the guy had secrets down to a fine art. Least you only met him once or twice-I saw him everyday and never once clicked or even vaguely wondered", he went and grabbed the remote control, flicking the channel over to some music program about his one of his many favourite bands 'The Festering Boils' and effectively he ended the conversation that was mainly based on them blaming and self-reprimanding themselves.
Kitty got up and left him to his bad music, she'd rather go find a nice spot to listen to her personal stereo and read a book.
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The haze and feeling of not being in pain for once was making Kurt ponder about the almighty question, "Am I dead?" he questioned out loud.
He couldn't seem to find the energy to wake up, yet the smell of antiseptic and general hospital or worse 'lab' smell vaguely assaulted his senses.
The answer he received actually sounded like it had come from his inside his own head but either way it was one that he needed to hear and had needed to hear for a good few days, "No, Kurt-you're going to be ok, everything's all right now. You can just sleep, you're safe."
It sounded like that Jean girl from his school but either way he was compelled back into a deep slumber, vaguely thinking-
something feels different
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Author: That one was a little longer, it should be ok....i hope.
Plz review!!!!!!!