And once more I return to give you another chap. But first responses
Gub-man: yeah that's what I think about Kurt too. Thank you and I hope you continue to enjoy it.
Solitare: actually I do need it for this chap but I guess I will have to make do with babble fish, my apologies to any people who speak german, these are word for word translations from babble fish
Morphimal: okay, thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank god for you. I am very embarrassed and will from this moment on spell it right. Thank you much.
Now on with the show.
# 6 In My Name
Kurt was slowly coming around. His hearing returned first. He heard one man, who sounded fairly young say, "Sir we have enhanced the dimensional portal he carries but. . ."
"But what Lieberman? I am fairly busy here," Roared an older angrier voice.
"Sir, there was an unexpected side effect. The dimensional portal he carries is beginning to bend light away from him. This will result in him being harder to see, and those who do see him, he will appear in constant shadow no matter where he is."
"Well that's good news Lieberman. Now, what about his range. Did you successfully increase it?"
"Well sir yes, technically he will be able to teleport to any where on earth, but he would have to know the spot very well, to avoid teleporting into a wall. If he did that he would be permanently fused to the solid object and be killed."
"Well we will want to avoid that situation, I don't think we can find another teleporter. Now, what about the one it was with, the female? Do we have her in custody yet."
"No sir," responded a new voice. This one was crisp and clipped from military training, "We have sent two teams to her location, neither has checked back in yet."
"weren't these sent two days ago?" questioned the older voice.
Kurt couldn't help it. They were trying to capture Rogue and he just started laughing. All eyes turned to him, "Don't try anything stupid freak, we have you doped enough that you can't concentrate to teleport. Now how about telling us what you think is so funny." It was the older one who spoke, Kurt opened his eyes and focused on the man. He was short and stocky, but it a way that showed he had once been well muscled. On his face were three horizontal scars that looked so familiar to Kurt, but the drugs kept him from remembering exactly where from.
"I am laughing because your men vere either; diced to pieces, electrocuted, given amnesia, or crushed by mighty steel fists. She and I lif vit four of de strongest mutants on de planet. Your men vere toast the second dey looked at de mansion."
"Is that so sonny?" asked Scar-Face, "Well how about I tell you that my teams are highly trained in anti-mutant maneuvers. Your friends are the ones that are 'toast""
"De Volverine vill kill any man who tries to hurt Rogue."
"Wolverine, aye?" said the general as he passed fingers over his face. "Well, it will be a joyous thing to see my old toy again." He must have seen Kurt's surprised look, "Oh yes. Wolverine and I are very familiar. Who did you think gave him those adamantium claws? And who did you think gave me this?" he gestured to the three scars on his face.
"Your little friends will be added to our little menagerie, which starts with you." He said. For the first time Kurt took stock of his own disposition. He was shackled to a metal slab. His arms were stretched out at right angles to his torso, and his legs and tail were shackled straight down. "You wont escape freak," the man said cruelly, "So why not tell Uncle Stryker all about your school?"
Kurt looked into his eyes and said, "Gehen Sie zu Hölle."
A nearby aid was about to translate when Stryker held up his hand, "I get the gist of it. Tsk, tsk, he ought to be more cooperative. Let's just see if we can adjust that attitude." He said and he pushed down on a button in front of him.
Kurt's body was racked with pain. Every inch hurt like he was being burned alive. What Kurt didn't know was that Stryker had specially designed this form of torture to funnel the electricity directly into the portion of the brain which interprets pain. This way it hurt so much more, without doing as much damage to the subjects body. "We'll just let you think about that, and while you are stewing and hating, I will jaunt over to the ops center and see how we are doing."
Stryker left, but most of his staff stayed behind. The aid whose job it was to translate Kurt's broken English and German was doing diagnostics on Kurt's vital signs when he heard in weak German, "Vater vergibt, sie. Sie wissen nicht, was sie machen."
He was confused about the translation, wondering where somone looking like Nightcrawler did learned that phrase. The phrase translated to; "Father, forgive them. They know not what they do."
Kurt was tortured continuously for days. At night he spoke the rosary he had long ago memorized. He knew he had to hold out, but as each day passed rescue seemed less and less likely. He hadn't even been contacted by the professor. Then during one of the daily interrogation sessions, there was what sounded like a battering ram against the door.
Stryker spun instantly towards the door; he heard mumbling from the other side. "Where are my security teams what is happening?" Another slam on the door, more mumbling on the other side. Now there was yelling, and the sounds of a battle. Another slam but this one was different, the door began to turn a molten read as something from the other side began to melt through. With sudden explosion three beams blasted their way through the door. "Who the hell are you?!" Stryker screamed at the two figures the beams seemed to have come from.
The shorter blonde answered, "Well I am Havoc, and this is my brother Cyclops, and that is my roommate you have in there. But all in all we," he paused dramatically as the rest of the team entered the large room, "are the X-Men!"
"Well see if you can get your demon back from hell!" yelled Stryker as he smashed his hand down on the torturous button so hard, that it broke and remained in the pressed position.
As Cyclops saw what effect this had on Kurt he turned to the small brunette at his side, "Shadow Cat disable it." She jumped at the machine like an Olympic diver and phased right in. The machine gave a few sparks and sputtered and died. Kurt's form went limp as he had just received ten minutes solid under the ungodly form of torture. As the Summers brothers held off the attack with Jubilee and Marvel Girl, Gambit and Shadow Cat and Dazzler helped take Kurt down from his cross. He was so still and his body so dark. The girls were about to cry, Gambit's hands crackled with energy.
He executed a flying kick that caught Stryker under the jaw. He then grabbed Stryker by the collar and threw him in the small containment room Kurt had been kept in. he put his hand on the wall and said, "Le temps pour mourir, vous le morceau de ecume." With that he began to charge the wall and slam the emergency doors. He whispered, "Pour Kurt" he walked away to tend to his friend who had watched all of what Gambit had done. "Nein!" he cried. With that scream and a *Bamf* he was gone. They looked around at each other, suddenly they heard the walls of the containment room rocked by explosions, and then another *Bamf* and Kurt appeared in front of them with Stryker in his arms, unharmed. Kurt looked into Remy's demon eyes and said, "Nicht in meinem Namen mein Freund, nicht in meinem Namen," with that he lost conciousness.
Kurt had been physically exhausted by the entire ordeal. The torture had left severe scars on his innards, and the final Bamf might have finished him off. There was no one at the Academy who didn't know that there was a furry demon in sick bay fighting for his life. Professor Xavier looked through the glass at the brave young man. Beside him was his oldest and most prized pupil, Scott Summers. "Remy left," Scott said simply, not taking his eyes from Kurt or the young girl beside him.
"Yes, I know," the professor replied, "Kurt's ordeal has affected us all, and it was his faith that most affected our young Cajun. Trust me, he'll return."
"What do you mean professor?" Scott asked turning to his mentor.
It was however the other man in the room who answered, Wolverine, "Kurt's faith is strong, strong enough to get him through Stryker's torture intact. Now trust me when I tell ya that's sayin' somethin. Faith that strong has effects on people. Makes us somehow better, don't ask me to explain it. The best ones for that would be fuzzy in there or Charles."
Scott looked on as he watched Rogue whisper something over the motionless form of Kurt Wagner. Elsewhere, namely a church called "St. John Bosco" a young man with demon eyes roared, "You caint do dis to 'im, e's one a yo's." He stopped and glared at the target of his rant; a small simple wooden cross with the figure of a man nailed to it. Remy paced back and forth, and then turned to the cross, "Nah, Remy know you don't do 'God- do-dis-den-Ah'll-do-dis' deals. But ha baut dis, Remy do dis, and den you help Kurt. 'E is one a yo's." With that the angry Cajun dropped to his knees and began to recite from a long forgotten memory, "Notre Père Qui est dans le ciel, saint est votre nom. . ."
Meanwhile at the Acadamey, a young woman with a southern accent was finishing the same prayer, "And lead us naht intu temptation, but. . ." at which point she was interrupted as a hand with three fingers finally squeezed her gloved one, and spoke, "Liefern Sie uns von Übel," his golden yellow eyes looked back into her teary hazel ones and she almost melted. At that moment, she would have given her life just to kiss him.
Okay what do you guys think? BTW
Gehen Sie zu Hölle-Go to Hell!
Le temps pour mourir, vous le morceau de ecume- Time to die you piece of scum.
Pour Kurt- For Kurt
Nicht in meinem Namen mein Freund, nicht in meinem Namen- Not in my name my friend, not in my name.
Notre Père Qui est dans le ciel, saint est votre nom- Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Liefern Sie uns von Übel- And deliver us from evil
All right thats it for this turn, next turn we flash forward a week and have some fun and some tears with Remy.
Gub-man: yeah that's what I think about Kurt too. Thank you and I hope you continue to enjoy it.
Solitare: actually I do need it for this chap but I guess I will have to make do with babble fish, my apologies to any people who speak german, these are word for word translations from babble fish
Morphimal: okay, thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank god for you. I am very embarrassed and will from this moment on spell it right. Thank you much.
Now on with the show.
# 6 In My Name
Kurt was slowly coming around. His hearing returned first. He heard one man, who sounded fairly young say, "Sir we have enhanced the dimensional portal he carries but. . ."
"But what Lieberman? I am fairly busy here," Roared an older angrier voice.
"Sir, there was an unexpected side effect. The dimensional portal he carries is beginning to bend light away from him. This will result in him being harder to see, and those who do see him, he will appear in constant shadow no matter where he is."
"Well that's good news Lieberman. Now, what about his range. Did you successfully increase it?"
"Well sir yes, technically he will be able to teleport to any where on earth, but he would have to know the spot very well, to avoid teleporting into a wall. If he did that he would be permanently fused to the solid object and be killed."
"Well we will want to avoid that situation, I don't think we can find another teleporter. Now, what about the one it was with, the female? Do we have her in custody yet."
"No sir," responded a new voice. This one was crisp and clipped from military training, "We have sent two teams to her location, neither has checked back in yet."
"weren't these sent two days ago?" questioned the older voice.
Kurt couldn't help it. They were trying to capture Rogue and he just started laughing. All eyes turned to him, "Don't try anything stupid freak, we have you doped enough that you can't concentrate to teleport. Now how about telling us what you think is so funny." It was the older one who spoke, Kurt opened his eyes and focused on the man. He was short and stocky, but it a way that showed he had once been well muscled. On his face were three horizontal scars that looked so familiar to Kurt, but the drugs kept him from remembering exactly where from.
"I am laughing because your men vere either; diced to pieces, electrocuted, given amnesia, or crushed by mighty steel fists. She and I lif vit four of de strongest mutants on de planet. Your men vere toast the second dey looked at de mansion."
"Is that so sonny?" asked Scar-Face, "Well how about I tell you that my teams are highly trained in anti-mutant maneuvers. Your friends are the ones that are 'toast""
"De Volverine vill kill any man who tries to hurt Rogue."
"Wolverine, aye?" said the general as he passed fingers over his face. "Well, it will be a joyous thing to see my old toy again." He must have seen Kurt's surprised look, "Oh yes. Wolverine and I are very familiar. Who did you think gave him those adamantium claws? And who did you think gave me this?" he gestured to the three scars on his face.
"Your little friends will be added to our little menagerie, which starts with you." He said. For the first time Kurt took stock of his own disposition. He was shackled to a metal slab. His arms were stretched out at right angles to his torso, and his legs and tail were shackled straight down. "You wont escape freak," the man said cruelly, "So why not tell Uncle Stryker all about your school?"
Kurt looked into his eyes and said, "Gehen Sie zu Hölle."
A nearby aid was about to translate when Stryker held up his hand, "I get the gist of it. Tsk, tsk, he ought to be more cooperative. Let's just see if we can adjust that attitude." He said and he pushed down on a button in front of him.
Kurt's body was racked with pain. Every inch hurt like he was being burned alive. What Kurt didn't know was that Stryker had specially designed this form of torture to funnel the electricity directly into the portion of the brain which interprets pain. This way it hurt so much more, without doing as much damage to the subjects body. "We'll just let you think about that, and while you are stewing and hating, I will jaunt over to the ops center and see how we are doing."
Stryker left, but most of his staff stayed behind. The aid whose job it was to translate Kurt's broken English and German was doing diagnostics on Kurt's vital signs when he heard in weak German, "Vater vergibt, sie. Sie wissen nicht, was sie machen."
He was confused about the translation, wondering where somone looking like Nightcrawler did learned that phrase. The phrase translated to; "Father, forgive them. They know not what they do."
Kurt was tortured continuously for days. At night he spoke the rosary he had long ago memorized. He knew he had to hold out, but as each day passed rescue seemed less and less likely. He hadn't even been contacted by the professor. Then during one of the daily interrogation sessions, there was what sounded like a battering ram against the door.
Stryker spun instantly towards the door; he heard mumbling from the other side. "Where are my security teams what is happening?" Another slam on the door, more mumbling on the other side. Now there was yelling, and the sounds of a battle. Another slam but this one was different, the door began to turn a molten read as something from the other side began to melt through. With sudden explosion three beams blasted their way through the door. "Who the hell are you?!" Stryker screamed at the two figures the beams seemed to have come from.
The shorter blonde answered, "Well I am Havoc, and this is my brother Cyclops, and that is my roommate you have in there. But all in all we," he paused dramatically as the rest of the team entered the large room, "are the X-Men!"
"Well see if you can get your demon back from hell!" yelled Stryker as he smashed his hand down on the torturous button so hard, that it broke and remained in the pressed position.
As Cyclops saw what effect this had on Kurt he turned to the small brunette at his side, "Shadow Cat disable it." She jumped at the machine like an Olympic diver and phased right in. The machine gave a few sparks and sputtered and died. Kurt's form went limp as he had just received ten minutes solid under the ungodly form of torture. As the Summers brothers held off the attack with Jubilee and Marvel Girl, Gambit and Shadow Cat and Dazzler helped take Kurt down from his cross. He was so still and his body so dark. The girls were about to cry, Gambit's hands crackled with energy.
He executed a flying kick that caught Stryker under the jaw. He then grabbed Stryker by the collar and threw him in the small containment room Kurt had been kept in. he put his hand on the wall and said, "Le temps pour mourir, vous le morceau de ecume." With that he began to charge the wall and slam the emergency doors. He whispered, "Pour Kurt" he walked away to tend to his friend who had watched all of what Gambit had done. "Nein!" he cried. With that scream and a *Bamf* he was gone. They looked around at each other, suddenly they heard the walls of the containment room rocked by explosions, and then another *Bamf* and Kurt appeared in front of them with Stryker in his arms, unharmed. Kurt looked into Remy's demon eyes and said, "Nicht in meinem Namen mein Freund, nicht in meinem Namen," with that he lost conciousness.
Kurt had been physically exhausted by the entire ordeal. The torture had left severe scars on his innards, and the final Bamf might have finished him off. There was no one at the Academy who didn't know that there was a furry demon in sick bay fighting for his life. Professor Xavier looked through the glass at the brave young man. Beside him was his oldest and most prized pupil, Scott Summers. "Remy left," Scott said simply, not taking his eyes from Kurt or the young girl beside him.
"Yes, I know," the professor replied, "Kurt's ordeal has affected us all, and it was his faith that most affected our young Cajun. Trust me, he'll return."
"What do you mean professor?" Scott asked turning to his mentor.
It was however the other man in the room who answered, Wolverine, "Kurt's faith is strong, strong enough to get him through Stryker's torture intact. Now trust me when I tell ya that's sayin' somethin. Faith that strong has effects on people. Makes us somehow better, don't ask me to explain it. The best ones for that would be fuzzy in there or Charles."
Scott looked on as he watched Rogue whisper something over the motionless form of Kurt Wagner. Elsewhere, namely a church called "St. John Bosco" a young man with demon eyes roared, "You caint do dis to 'im, e's one a yo's." He stopped and glared at the target of his rant; a small simple wooden cross with the figure of a man nailed to it. Remy paced back and forth, and then turned to the cross, "Nah, Remy know you don't do 'God- do-dis-den-Ah'll-do-dis' deals. But ha baut dis, Remy do dis, and den you help Kurt. 'E is one a yo's." With that the angry Cajun dropped to his knees and began to recite from a long forgotten memory, "Notre Père Qui est dans le ciel, saint est votre nom. . ."
Meanwhile at the Acadamey, a young woman with a southern accent was finishing the same prayer, "And lead us naht intu temptation, but. . ." at which point she was interrupted as a hand with three fingers finally squeezed her gloved one, and spoke, "Liefern Sie uns von Übel," his golden yellow eyes looked back into her teary hazel ones and she almost melted. At that moment, she would have given her life just to kiss him.
Okay what do you guys think? BTW
Gehen Sie zu Hölle-Go to Hell!
Le temps pour mourir, vous le morceau de ecume- Time to die you piece of scum.
Pour Kurt- For Kurt
Nicht in meinem Namen mein Freund, nicht in meinem Namen- Not in my name my friend, not in my name.
Notre Père Qui est dans le ciel, saint est votre nom- Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Liefern Sie uns von Übel- And deliver us from evil
All right thats it for this turn, next turn we flash forward a week and have some fun and some tears with Remy.
