A/N: Hi!! Here is the next chapter! I haven't really gotten
into the plot yet but I'll be doing some foreshadowing in
this chapter. Enjoy!
My reply to reviewer:
dstrbd child: Yay! You were the only one that reviewed my story. Thank-you very much! I hope you read this because I think this story is one of my best. Keep reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do so hate these things. I do not own any X- Men: Evolution characters, blah, blah, blah.
Dark Pasts that Cannot be Escaped
Chapter 1: Hunting
Kurt grasped the leather hilt of his old sword hesitantly. As he pulled the silver blade out of the scabbard it rang softly, like it was singing of its glory, or of its making long ago- in the forges of the center of the Earth, wrought by the hand of a great wizard whose name had long since been forgotten. This sword was all the wizard had left behind to be remembered by. Kurt was the descendant of this wizard, and he was supposed to uphold the family business, Hunting.
To Hunt was what Kurt had been born to do, to hunt down evil creatures and destroy them. or die trying.
When Kurt had accepted the sword from his mother, Raven Darkhouse, years ago, he had not known the responsibilities he would be taking upon himself. He had not even known that Raven was his real mother.
But now he knew. He knew Mystique was his mother. He knew what he was supposed to do with the sword. He also knew he could not resist the instinct within himself any longer. The instinct to Hunt, to kill.
Kurt ran his thumb across the edge of the sword gazing at the illegible runes that covered the entire length of the blade. He yelped and stuck his thumb in his mouth; the sword was still very, very sharp.
He stood up from where he was sitting on his bed and strapped the scabbard's belt around his waist. He then held his sword upright in the air in front of him, this sword had helped him in hundreds of battles, saved his life a million times. The sword whose name only he knew.
He whirled it around in the air, stabbing at invisible enemies. He was a little rusty, but he could still hold the title of sword master.
He deftly put away the sword in its scabbard. There was a vampire in town and it was his job to get rid of it.
He then hid several other knives and such things he had accumulated over the years amongst his clothing. Then he ported down to the front yard of the Xaviar Institute. The vampire was nearby, his powers were sensing him somewhere in the run down part of town. After multiple teleportations he found himself very near where he had sensed the vamp. His powers could not pin point where the vampire was exactly so he would have to search for him. He walked down the alleyway he had ported into, his powers were feeling a much stronger signal this way.
He turned a corner to see two teenagers half hidden by the shadows. He bared his teeth and gripped the hilt of his sword. A regular person would think they were making out but he knew better.
He called on his powers, the powers he had not used for years. He concentrated on the feeding vampire, this one wasn't very strong, this would be easy.
A burst of blue light sped toward the vampire, throwing him against the wall. Kurt drew his sword and ported so he was towering above the vamp with his sword raised, ready to strike.
"Wait!" The doomed vamp held up his hands as if it might actually shield him from the sharp tip of the enchanted blade. "I must tell you something."
Kurt paused, his instincts were telling him to kill this creature now, but something else told him to stop.
The vamp took a breath, "I have orders to tell you that. she has returned."
"Who has returned?" Kurt was both suspicious and curious.
"Fahlee."
Kurt dropped his sword and grabbed the vampire by the collar. "Who?!"
But the vamp had already drawn a knife and had plunged it into his own heart. Kurt dropped the corpse and picked up his sword, replacing it back in its scabbard. Fahlee. He knew that name all too well.
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A/N: This is the end of this chapter. I hope you all liked it! R&R plz!
My reply to reviewer:
dstrbd child: Yay! You were the only one that reviewed my story. Thank-you very much! I hope you read this because I think this story is one of my best. Keep reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do so hate these things. I do not own any X- Men: Evolution characters, blah, blah, blah.
Dark Pasts that Cannot be Escaped
Chapter 1: Hunting
Kurt grasped the leather hilt of his old sword hesitantly. As he pulled the silver blade out of the scabbard it rang softly, like it was singing of its glory, or of its making long ago- in the forges of the center of the Earth, wrought by the hand of a great wizard whose name had long since been forgotten. This sword was all the wizard had left behind to be remembered by. Kurt was the descendant of this wizard, and he was supposed to uphold the family business, Hunting.
To Hunt was what Kurt had been born to do, to hunt down evil creatures and destroy them. or die trying.
When Kurt had accepted the sword from his mother, Raven Darkhouse, years ago, he had not known the responsibilities he would be taking upon himself. He had not even known that Raven was his real mother.
But now he knew. He knew Mystique was his mother. He knew what he was supposed to do with the sword. He also knew he could not resist the instinct within himself any longer. The instinct to Hunt, to kill.
Kurt ran his thumb across the edge of the sword gazing at the illegible runes that covered the entire length of the blade. He yelped and stuck his thumb in his mouth; the sword was still very, very sharp.
He stood up from where he was sitting on his bed and strapped the scabbard's belt around his waist. He then held his sword upright in the air in front of him, this sword had helped him in hundreds of battles, saved his life a million times. The sword whose name only he knew.
He whirled it around in the air, stabbing at invisible enemies. He was a little rusty, but he could still hold the title of sword master.
He deftly put away the sword in its scabbard. There was a vampire in town and it was his job to get rid of it.
He then hid several other knives and such things he had accumulated over the years amongst his clothing. Then he ported down to the front yard of the Xaviar Institute. The vampire was nearby, his powers were sensing him somewhere in the run down part of town. After multiple teleportations he found himself very near where he had sensed the vamp. His powers could not pin point where the vampire was exactly so he would have to search for him. He walked down the alleyway he had ported into, his powers were feeling a much stronger signal this way.
He turned a corner to see two teenagers half hidden by the shadows. He bared his teeth and gripped the hilt of his sword. A regular person would think they were making out but he knew better.
He called on his powers, the powers he had not used for years. He concentrated on the feeding vampire, this one wasn't very strong, this would be easy.
A burst of blue light sped toward the vampire, throwing him against the wall. Kurt drew his sword and ported so he was towering above the vamp with his sword raised, ready to strike.
"Wait!" The doomed vamp held up his hands as if it might actually shield him from the sharp tip of the enchanted blade. "I must tell you something."
Kurt paused, his instincts were telling him to kill this creature now, but something else told him to stop.
The vamp took a breath, "I have orders to tell you that. she has returned."
"Who has returned?" Kurt was both suspicious and curious.
"Fahlee."
Kurt dropped his sword and grabbed the vampire by the collar. "Who?!"
But the vamp had already drawn a knife and had plunged it into his own heart. Kurt dropped the corpse and picked up his sword, replacing it back in its scabbard. Fahlee. He knew that name all too well.
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A/N: This is the end of this chapter. I hope you all liked it! R&R plz!