Notes: Oh my. I didn't expect so many reviews for just the first chapter. Thanks! I think the title means Little girl lost. At least that's what my German cousin told me. I was never taught how to speak the language and so my knowledge comes from 3 months in Germany and my cousin. I will certainly try to refrain from typing Kurt's accent, but the urge to replace every letter 'W' with a 'V' will be very tempting - I've made fun of my German cousin over this after all. Naughty me.

As for the level of violence Kurt used I anticipated this being questioned! It might have been hindsight, precognition granted from God, the fact he's just been rudely awakened at 3 in the morning so isn't thinking straight, or one of the bad guys could have a mutant power that amplifies his emotions and affects everyone else in the surrounding area, thus his evil bad guy self rubs off on everyone, but just doesn't realise that and never will. Take your pick.

I upload my chapters from MS word documents and I've just noticed it does not keep all the formatting. Plus its auto correct is rather annoying. Apologies in advance if it spoils your reading pleasure.

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Chapter 2: Fright

"Please, oh please don't kill me!" Siobhan squealed, as the door was opened. The man did not reply, instead calling over to his companion, "Hey there's a kid in here!" He had no desire to kill the child; he had children of his own. He wondered how his daughter would feel in this situation; if he ever lost favour in the gang, he could wind up just like this poor child's daddy. "Hush now, Barry won't hurt ya" He said in a friendly tone of voice as surprisingly gentle hands reached out and grabbed a kicking and screaming Siobhan out of the car.. Giving his name had been an afterthought; he was going to say 'we' but could not vouch for his companion's sense of morality.

His companion, the killer walked over and kneels down, smiling malevolently at the girl. "Well well. What a pretty lookin' sight." He looks up, notices but ignores the subtle shuffle of Barry drawing the girl closer. "An' heres me almost thinkin' that perhaps I wasted a good bullet on that filthy bastard. We're gonna have some fun tonight with this little one." He reached out to touch her, she flinched and Barry glared. "Bloody hell, she looks the same age as my Tammy, for crying out loud!" The killer glared back, but he was a lean scrawny guy who would only play with the big boys if he had his wide selection of brass knuckles and firearms. Barry was a big strong guy, in melee he would undoubtedly win if they came to blows. The killer made his excuse "Sam ain't back yet, I'll see what's keepin' him, you wait here." He turned round and stalked off.

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From the shadows, Kurt had been watching the exchange between the two men. At first, he had thought of teleporting in, grabbing the girl, then teleporting out. But he didn't want to be seen, the girl had been through enough already, plus in such a small car, there was a very high risk of being impaled in car parts. That wouldn't help him or the girl. He heard the man, Barry, try and calm the girl down, which reassured him, but as for the murderer. He continued to listen, tensed when the killer almost touched the child, sighed in relief once the killer walked away. The girl was crying now and Kurt was torn between going to her and dealing with the killer. The actions of Barry made up Kurt's mind; the strongman had given her a hankie, asking her in soft tones to dry her face.

Unfortunately Kurt spent too long observing them. A loud curse emanated from the church, the killer had plainly discovered his friend slumped unconscious inside. "Barry! Sam's been knocked out, help me get him outta here!" Barry scooped the girl in his arms and ran over to the church and unknown to him, Nightcrawler followed.

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The killer checked Sam for a pulse, cursed again when Barry came with the girl. "Haven't you killed her yet?" Barry didn't respond, instead tried to shield the girl from the sight of her dead father; Siobhan instead struggled once more and screamed as she got a close up view of her father's dead eyes, his head was a bloody mess. Then mercifully, she fainted.

Barry laid her gently to the ground and then started dragging Sam out of the church. He looked back at his companion, about to tell him to leave the girl alone, but saw a pair of yellow eyes watching them all. "Gonzo? Whoever whooped Sam is still in here..." Barry blinked and the killer, Gonzo spun round. The yellow eyes were gone. "Spooked Barry?" Gonzo laughed. Then he heard a sound directly above him.

There was no time to dodge the plank of wood that came hurling towards him. But it wasn't enough to knock him out either. "What the.?" Gonzo exclaimed, reaching for pistol as more planks fell. He heard Barry yell "Lets get the hell outta here!" then watched in amazement as something dark popped out of nowhere, grabbed the girl, then popped out of existence again. It, whatever the hell it was, had happened in an instant. Gonzo was now spooked too. He felt he could have jumped right out of his skin when Barry laid a hand on his shoulders. "Who's scared now?" Barry asked sarcastically. Gonzo didn't hear and shook his fist, yelling "I'll be back! Me and my boys will sort you out, ya hear!?" It took all of Barry's strength just to drag both Gonzo and Sam out of the church. The girl's father must have brought backup, he thought. They had the money and the girl was far safer away from Gonzo's perverted clutches. Barry just wanted to go home to his kids.

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Kurt held the girl securely in his arms as he watched the men leave. He was sitting one of the great beams that supported the roof, his tail still curled round a plank of wood. Letting the wood clatter to the floor, he teleported into his small room, in the spire of the church. There, he tried to make the girl comfortable, using all his spare blankets to make a bed for her. "Woher kommen Sie?" He asked, knowing the girl would not reply. He didn't know what to do with her, wanted to take her home preferably before she woke up, but of course knew not where to go. There was also the matter of her father's body, but he didn't have the energy to teleport a dead body then to teleport himself back again. Instead, he opened his small pantry, took out two dishes and then rummaged around for something to eat. He would have prepared some cereal, but the milk was a day out of date, not that he had a fridge to store it in anyway. Kurt's foodstuffs mainly consisted of dried or tinned food that could be boiled up on his little stove. "Pasta pronto, with a tomato and herb sauce." He said to himself, reading a packet. "5 minutes preparation, need only water. Good hot or cold, ja?" It wasn't often Kurt got to talk to anyone, so he was going to make the most of it; despite the conversation being one sided.

When the meal was done, Kurt ate his as quickly as he could. Dawn was approaching and he didn't know when the girl would wake up. He left a bowl of the pasta on the table. It would either do for his lunch later, or if the girl woke up, she could have it. He hoped to get her to a hospital long before she awoke though. First, he would deal with her father.

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Siobhan slowly woke up. She felt snug and safe the cocoon of blankets wrapped round her, but then realised she had her shoes on. Shoes? In bed? Then she remembered. This wasn't her bed. Or her room. She didn't even know how she got here. She looked around, expecting to see the bad men, but was very much alone. "Daddy." she whispered, the memories of barely 2 hours ago coming back to her quite clearly. Getting up, she saw the food. Hunger pangs took over from common sense and grief; she hadn't eaten since lunchtime, back in school. Unusual for her dad, he had picked her up from school and had driven non stop. To his death, she reminded herself. Chocking back tears, she picked up the cooling bowl of pasta and ate it as she explored the room. The first thing she looked for was a door, which strangely enough, wasn't locked, but with its squeaking hinges, sounded like it hadn't been opened in ages. As she walked down the stairs, she realised she was still in the church.

Siobhan broke into a run, still managing to shovel the pasta down with her fork. Although she knew daddy was dead, a part of her hoped this was all just a bad dream, that he was somehow still alive and waiting for her. When she got to the place where her father had been though, there was nothing. Except the drying blood.

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Teleporting to the body, Kurt prayed. Then he gathered his thoughts and teleported to an alleyway behind a police station, a mile from his church. He had explored Boston and the surrounding area months before, just in case. That precaution had paid off since then in a number of small ways. Now it paid off again. He might have teleported to a hospital instead, but the nearest was even further than the police station.

Back in his room the first thing he noticed that the door was ajar. Throwing caution to the wind, he rushed out. "Wo ist..." He was about to say 'Where are you?' Then he saw her.

Siobhan heard a noise behind her.

Demonic looking man and angelic looking girl looked at each other. Yellow eyes looked down onto green. Kurt didn't want to frighten her by coming any closer. Siobhan was too scared to run. Both just looked at each other, each waiting for the other to act first.

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Well thanks to all the lovely feedback, I decided not to wait a week to upload this chapter.

Woher kommen Sie = Where are you from. At least that's what I hope it means.

Chapter 3 coming soon.