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Author's note: I got requests to continue this ^_^ I've been putting it off cause I ran dry of ideas, but I came up with one in the shower last night, so here you go, per request Melissa.
Moonlight Reflections Chapter Ten Kidnapped By: NightElfCrawler
The first thing Kurt was aware of, was cold stone ground beneath him, and a tremendous headache...He groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. He saw through blurry vision that he was laying in some kind of room, poorly lit, made of cold white stone. He tried to lift his head, which set on a huge reeling of the room and pounding at his temples. He groaned and then rolled over onto his back. There was a single florescent light over the aisle just outside of his cell, and indeed it was a cell, a single door with a small window at the tope revealed there was no doorknob for him to use.
Fighting the headache, he slowly sat up, his head swimming, and leaned against a small metal bunk built into the side of the wall, that had a starch white mattress with sheets and blankets. At least his captors were considerate. there was also a sink and facilities off to the side. He slowly stood up, while leaning on the bunk, allowing his limbs to stop tingling. After a good ten minutes, he felt well enough to stand up, and he briefly glanced down, enough to see he was still in his ski clothing, watch still active. He peered out of the window, revealing there were many other rooms lining the hallway from his vantage point. No one was about.
He sighed, and slowly stood down from his tip toes, and began to examine the room. It was well built, no cracks or apparent weak places. However, he didn't need that. He glanced out the window again. He could just port out of here anytime.. But he had to know some things first.. Where was Amanda? And where were they? Why had they been captured?
He could only devise that, someone, had discovered who he was, and what he looked like, and wanted to examine him. but then they would have known about the watch wouldn't they? They had left it on, which either indicated they didn't care if he wore it or not, or they didn't know, and they had been captured for some other purpose.
He sighed and sat down on the bed, his hands cradling his head in confusion. A thought struck him. He pushed a button on his watch, and a red light began to beep slightly. He was outside of any range for communication, but luckily the professor had built in a homing beacon into the watch, in case he A: lost it, or B: needed to be found. He only hoped there wasn't some dampening field keeping the signal from getting out.
He had to force his panic down. He had possessed nightmares of this happening all his life, being captured and experimented on. Now that he had been captured, he felt much calmer than he thought he might have in the given situation. Perhaps it was because Amanda was in danger too, wherever she was. She was his one sane link in this situation, and if he kept his calm in order to help her, all would be fine.
His thoughts were broken when the door made a noise, and he glanced up in time to see it open. He jumped up, instantly on his guard to teleport out if necessary. His eyes examined the women, as they entered. One was tall and blonde, a thick braid falling down her back. Another dark haired and dark skinned woman with frizzy hair followed, and the third was a woman of shorter stature, muscular, and long brown hair. He watched them warily as they closed the doors behind them and examined him.
Finally the tall blonde spoke up. "Tell us what you know."
He blinked, and still watched them warily. "Know about what..?"
"Don't play the fool with us boy, we have no time for it." She folded her arms and looked cross. "From what we've managed to extract from her, you've known each other for several months now."
He blinked, taken by surprise. They were asking about Amanda? Why? He suddenly became wary of his answers, out of need to protect her. "Ja." He said slowly. "Ve met at school.but I don't see what you vant to know..."
The blonde narrowed her blue eyes and gave him a cold look. "Has she tapped into her abilities any? You would have noticed. Her mother, how long have you known her, where is she. Why are they hiding in America and not resuming their proper titles?"
Kurt blinked as the questions were thrown at him so fast he couldn't answer. What did this have to do with Amanda? What was going on? He couldn't answer anything, and just stood there flustered.
The dark haired woman spoke up quietly. "It doesn't appear he knows about her."
The blonde raised an eyebrow and then an amused smile tugged at her lips. "indeed.. Tell me boy, what is your girlfriend's name?"
He frowned. "You must know it..."
"Oh yes, but I want to hear it from you."
He frowned more, his tail twitching around his waist, anxious to be out. "Amanda." He said slowly. "Amanda Sefton...why?"
The blonde's eyes looked , if possible, even colder. "Because. That is not her real name."
Kurt's eyes widened and he swallowed in fear. Something felt wrong about this... "Wh.what do you mean?" His voice shook audibly, causing the three women to all smile darkly.
"Well it's quite simple really. the girl whom you knew as Amanda Sefton, is not who she appears to be." The blonde smiled darkly. "Come. we will show you."
Kurt swallowed uncertainly. He was confused. It seemed now that these women had been after Amanda this whole time..but what could she possibly be hiding from him? He was afraid to even speculate on it. However, he wouldn't learn a thing if he remained here, so he dutifully followed the brown haired woman out of the room, while the other two flanked behind him. They seemed casual, as if they knew he was not a threat to them. He wondered if he could use this later to his advantage.
They led him down the corridors, and he kept in mind the directions they were heading, able to remember with accuracy due to his uncanny sense of direction. After a bit, they came to a large observation room. The women gestured for him to look. The blonde smirked. "Go on, meet who Amanda Sefton truly is."
Kurt eyed them warily, then slowly crept forward to the glass, and peered down on the room below. Strapped to the chair was a girl, who looked nothing like Amanda in the slightest. She had been stripped down to her long underwear, and her skin was very fair. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and ended in curls. Her eyes were closed, and from what he could see, she appeared exhausted, but she wasn't Amanda... He turned around, looking a bit angry. "Is this some kind of a joke? That's not Amanda."
The blonde looked even more amused. "Isn't it now? Why don't we let him speak to her.."
The brunette frowned. "Is that a good idea?"
"Oh for Pete's sake, he can't help her escape, what harm will it do?"
"True. all right then, let him in."
Kurt was roughly grabbed by the arm, luckily he still had his long sleeves on, and pulled down the hallway, and then roughly pushed through a door into a room. The door slammed behind him with an ominous thud. Kurt glanced up, seeing he couldn't determine where the glass was, the whole ceiling was reflective. He slowly walked across the room to the chair where the girl was. He stood there silently for a bit, studying her face. It did bear an uncanny resemblance..
She stirred, and her eyes opened slightly, revealing intense blue eyes, blearily staring up at the ceiling. Soon enough though, she noticed him there, and glanced over. A smile fell on her lips and her voice was weak, but that of a stranger as well. "Kurt..they didn't hurt you..good."
Kurt blinked, and tried hard not to sound overly suspicious. "They're.. Telling me strange things about you."
Her eyes tried to focus on him, looking slightly confused. "Strange..?" Her eyes seemed to suddenly realize what he was getting at, and turned sad. "Oh.they told you about that.." Her eyes closed briefly then opened looking at him with a pained expression. "Please understand Kurt..I couldn't let anyone know.even you..we had to protect ourselves.."
He blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What? Let me know what? All I know is that they're telling me that. that YOU." He sounded exasperated. ".are my Amanda..but..you aren't anything like her!"
She blinked, then glanced down, and took a good look at herself. Then, realization hit, and she sighed. "I'm so sorry Kurt..I didn't mean to lie to you...honest.but I had to.." Her voice shook, and her eyes opened. "How can I prove it to you, fuzzy, that I really am the same person that you've grown to love..?"
He bit his lip, his hidden tail twitching as she called him fuzzy. But he wasn't convinced. This wasn't his Amanda. it couldn't be.. "I..how did we first meet." He decided something easy.
She smiled again. "I asked you out..after math class. you were shy, but said yes.to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance..we went, and had a wonderful time, before those weird monster things attacked. you bamfed me out, and we talked, and that's when you showed me your true self, though I had seen you the week before by accident when you were arguing with Rogue.."
Tears sprung to his eyes. There wasn't any way that anyone else could know about all of those details.. "Amanda." he breathed, voice shaking. "It really is you..but.why.do you look like this.."
She continued to look at him with sad eyes. "It's a long story fuzzy..but in short, it was to hide from them." Her eyes flicked ceiling ward. ".that me and my mother had to hide, and change our appearances."
He closed his eyes, putting a hand to his head. His thoughts were swirling, wondering how and why this could be possible. He glanced back up at her. "It doesn't matter to me what you look like." He finally said, smiling teasingly. "You're still beautiful to me."
A wry smile plucked at her features, and then a thought crossed her face. "do they know about..you?"
He shook his head slowly, not sure if they were being monitored or not. "I think I vas just in the wrong place at the wrong time.."
She nodded slightly, here eyes sharp. "Keep your eyes peeled. We have to get out of here quick when we can." Her eyes looked painful. "If you have to, get out yourself, leave me." He started to protest and she interrupted him. "Find my mother and get her help."
The door slammed open and the blonde stood there. "time's up kid. Come on."
Kurt sighed, but glanced back at the strange looking Amanda, and she gave him a comforting smile. He then turned and followed blondie out of there. Thoughts were running through his mind in pandemonium. Who was Amanda really.what was this all about.. As he was lead back to his cell, he finally asked the one question that had been bothering him. Glancing up at blondie, he spoke up quietly. "If her real name isn't Amanda. then who is she?"
The blonde woman just smirked, and opened the door, shoving him in. He turned, and she paused long enough at the door to answer him.
"Jimaine Szardos."
He stood there in stunned silence, as the door slammed shut on him.
Szardos...he knew that name all too well..
Suddenly, all the nagging points in his mind came together.
Author's note: I got requests to continue this ^_^ I've been putting it off cause I ran dry of ideas, but I came up with one in the shower last night, so here you go, per request Melissa.
Moonlight Reflections Chapter Ten Kidnapped By: NightElfCrawler
The first thing Kurt was aware of, was cold stone ground beneath him, and a tremendous headache...He groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. He saw through blurry vision that he was laying in some kind of room, poorly lit, made of cold white stone. He tried to lift his head, which set on a huge reeling of the room and pounding at his temples. He groaned and then rolled over onto his back. There was a single florescent light over the aisle just outside of his cell, and indeed it was a cell, a single door with a small window at the tope revealed there was no doorknob for him to use.
Fighting the headache, he slowly sat up, his head swimming, and leaned against a small metal bunk built into the side of the wall, that had a starch white mattress with sheets and blankets. At least his captors were considerate. there was also a sink and facilities off to the side. He slowly stood up, while leaning on the bunk, allowing his limbs to stop tingling. After a good ten minutes, he felt well enough to stand up, and he briefly glanced down, enough to see he was still in his ski clothing, watch still active. He peered out of the window, revealing there were many other rooms lining the hallway from his vantage point. No one was about.
He sighed, and slowly stood down from his tip toes, and began to examine the room. It was well built, no cracks or apparent weak places. However, he didn't need that. He glanced out the window again. He could just port out of here anytime.. But he had to know some things first.. Where was Amanda? And where were they? Why had they been captured?
He could only devise that, someone, had discovered who he was, and what he looked like, and wanted to examine him. but then they would have known about the watch wouldn't they? They had left it on, which either indicated they didn't care if he wore it or not, or they didn't know, and they had been captured for some other purpose.
He sighed and sat down on the bed, his hands cradling his head in confusion. A thought struck him. He pushed a button on his watch, and a red light began to beep slightly. He was outside of any range for communication, but luckily the professor had built in a homing beacon into the watch, in case he A: lost it, or B: needed to be found. He only hoped there wasn't some dampening field keeping the signal from getting out.
He had to force his panic down. He had possessed nightmares of this happening all his life, being captured and experimented on. Now that he had been captured, he felt much calmer than he thought he might have in the given situation. Perhaps it was because Amanda was in danger too, wherever she was. She was his one sane link in this situation, and if he kept his calm in order to help her, all would be fine.
His thoughts were broken when the door made a noise, and he glanced up in time to see it open. He jumped up, instantly on his guard to teleport out if necessary. His eyes examined the women, as they entered. One was tall and blonde, a thick braid falling down her back. Another dark haired and dark skinned woman with frizzy hair followed, and the third was a woman of shorter stature, muscular, and long brown hair. He watched them warily as they closed the doors behind them and examined him.
Finally the tall blonde spoke up. "Tell us what you know."
He blinked, and still watched them warily. "Know about what..?"
"Don't play the fool with us boy, we have no time for it." She folded her arms and looked cross. "From what we've managed to extract from her, you've known each other for several months now."
He blinked, taken by surprise. They were asking about Amanda? Why? He suddenly became wary of his answers, out of need to protect her. "Ja." He said slowly. "Ve met at school.but I don't see what you vant to know..."
The blonde narrowed her blue eyes and gave him a cold look. "Has she tapped into her abilities any? You would have noticed. Her mother, how long have you known her, where is she. Why are they hiding in America and not resuming their proper titles?"
Kurt blinked as the questions were thrown at him so fast he couldn't answer. What did this have to do with Amanda? What was going on? He couldn't answer anything, and just stood there flustered.
The dark haired woman spoke up quietly. "It doesn't appear he knows about her."
The blonde raised an eyebrow and then an amused smile tugged at her lips. "indeed.. Tell me boy, what is your girlfriend's name?"
He frowned. "You must know it..."
"Oh yes, but I want to hear it from you."
He frowned more, his tail twitching around his waist, anxious to be out. "Amanda." He said slowly. "Amanda Sefton...why?"
The blonde's eyes looked , if possible, even colder. "Because. That is not her real name."
Kurt's eyes widened and he swallowed in fear. Something felt wrong about this... "Wh.what do you mean?" His voice shook audibly, causing the three women to all smile darkly.
"Well it's quite simple really. the girl whom you knew as Amanda Sefton, is not who she appears to be." The blonde smiled darkly. "Come. we will show you."
Kurt swallowed uncertainly. He was confused. It seemed now that these women had been after Amanda this whole time..but what could she possibly be hiding from him? He was afraid to even speculate on it. However, he wouldn't learn a thing if he remained here, so he dutifully followed the brown haired woman out of the room, while the other two flanked behind him. They seemed casual, as if they knew he was not a threat to them. He wondered if he could use this later to his advantage.
They led him down the corridors, and he kept in mind the directions they were heading, able to remember with accuracy due to his uncanny sense of direction. After a bit, they came to a large observation room. The women gestured for him to look. The blonde smirked. "Go on, meet who Amanda Sefton truly is."
Kurt eyed them warily, then slowly crept forward to the glass, and peered down on the room below. Strapped to the chair was a girl, who looked nothing like Amanda in the slightest. She had been stripped down to her long underwear, and her skin was very fair. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and ended in curls. Her eyes were closed, and from what he could see, she appeared exhausted, but she wasn't Amanda... He turned around, looking a bit angry. "Is this some kind of a joke? That's not Amanda."
The blonde looked even more amused. "Isn't it now? Why don't we let him speak to her.."
The brunette frowned. "Is that a good idea?"
"Oh for Pete's sake, he can't help her escape, what harm will it do?"
"True. all right then, let him in."
Kurt was roughly grabbed by the arm, luckily he still had his long sleeves on, and pulled down the hallway, and then roughly pushed through a door into a room. The door slammed behind him with an ominous thud. Kurt glanced up, seeing he couldn't determine where the glass was, the whole ceiling was reflective. He slowly walked across the room to the chair where the girl was. He stood there silently for a bit, studying her face. It did bear an uncanny resemblance..
She stirred, and her eyes opened slightly, revealing intense blue eyes, blearily staring up at the ceiling. Soon enough though, she noticed him there, and glanced over. A smile fell on her lips and her voice was weak, but that of a stranger as well. "Kurt..they didn't hurt you..good."
Kurt blinked, and tried hard not to sound overly suspicious. "They're.. Telling me strange things about you."
Her eyes tried to focus on him, looking slightly confused. "Strange..?" Her eyes seemed to suddenly realize what he was getting at, and turned sad. "Oh.they told you about that.." Her eyes closed briefly then opened looking at him with a pained expression. "Please understand Kurt..I couldn't let anyone know.even you..we had to protect ourselves.."
He blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What? Let me know what? All I know is that they're telling me that. that YOU." He sounded exasperated. ".are my Amanda..but..you aren't anything like her!"
She blinked, then glanced down, and took a good look at herself. Then, realization hit, and she sighed. "I'm so sorry Kurt..I didn't mean to lie to you...honest.but I had to.." Her voice shook, and her eyes opened. "How can I prove it to you, fuzzy, that I really am the same person that you've grown to love..?"
He bit his lip, his hidden tail twitching as she called him fuzzy. But he wasn't convinced. This wasn't his Amanda. it couldn't be.. "I..how did we first meet." He decided something easy.
She smiled again. "I asked you out..after math class. you were shy, but said yes.to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance..we went, and had a wonderful time, before those weird monster things attacked. you bamfed me out, and we talked, and that's when you showed me your true self, though I had seen you the week before by accident when you were arguing with Rogue.."
Tears sprung to his eyes. There wasn't any way that anyone else could know about all of those details.. "Amanda." he breathed, voice shaking. "It really is you..but.why.do you look like this.."
She continued to look at him with sad eyes. "It's a long story fuzzy..but in short, it was to hide from them." Her eyes flicked ceiling ward. ".that me and my mother had to hide, and change our appearances."
He closed his eyes, putting a hand to his head. His thoughts were swirling, wondering how and why this could be possible. He glanced back up at her. "It doesn't matter to me what you look like." He finally said, smiling teasingly. "You're still beautiful to me."
A wry smile plucked at her features, and then a thought crossed her face. "do they know about..you?"
He shook his head slowly, not sure if they were being monitored or not. "I think I vas just in the wrong place at the wrong time.."
She nodded slightly, here eyes sharp. "Keep your eyes peeled. We have to get out of here quick when we can." Her eyes looked painful. "If you have to, get out yourself, leave me." He started to protest and she interrupted him. "Find my mother and get her help."
The door slammed open and the blonde stood there. "time's up kid. Come on."
Kurt sighed, but glanced back at the strange looking Amanda, and she gave him a comforting smile. He then turned and followed blondie out of there. Thoughts were running through his mind in pandemonium. Who was Amanda really.what was this all about.. As he was lead back to his cell, he finally asked the one question that had been bothering him. Glancing up at blondie, he spoke up quietly. "If her real name isn't Amanda. then who is she?"
The blonde woman just smirked, and opened the door, shoving him in. He turned, and she paused long enough at the door to answer him.
"Jimaine Szardos."
He stood there in stunned silence, as the door slammed shut on him.
Szardos...he knew that name all too well..
Suddenly, all the nagging points in his mind came together.