I'm not sure if this is going to turn into a Mary-Sue but there is a good
chance that it will so don't hate me.br
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Kurtbr
The young woman seemed afraid of my appearance at first but seemed to smile a short time after I had said hello. She was indeed very beautiful in the soft candlelight that filled the church. Her long, red hair that I had dried with a towel and brushed fell over her shoulders and hid her ears from my sight.br
"Hello," she said softly back, "Em.how did I get into these clothes?" She looked down at the clothes she was now wearing, which were my spares. I could feel the heat burning in my cheeks and I hung my head in shame.br
"You vere starting to run a high temperature and I had to get you varm and dry before you became very ill. Do not vorry, I did not look." I blushed again and so did she. I had already punished myself for the sin of undressing her, I had added a new scare to the back of my neck. I watched her as she took my appearance all in, a blue-skinned, demon like man with pointed ears and a tail. The look on her face was not one of fear, disgust or shock. It was one of curiosity. No doubt her head was buzzing with questions. Her eyes moved to my right arm, they widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth.br
"Oh my God!" she said through her fingers, "Your arm's bleeding!"br
I looked down at my arm and it was indeed bleeding. I knew I had been hit by the bullet but thought it had only grazed me. I saw a small hole in my coat, blood ebbing out turning the blue cloth a dark, damp purple. Before I knew what was happening, the woman was up on her feet and looking at my wound. She was so close, her face inches away from my own. This was probably the closest I'd been to anyone in years.br
"It doesn't look as if the bullet went in very far. Take off you coat and shirt so I can have a proper look at it." She said as if she was a mother telling her son to go and get changed or he would be late for the bus to school. I looked at her, unsure of what to do, "Don't worry.I trained for 5 years at college as a nurse. I totally know how to take a bullet out." She smiled sweetly at me and I felt at ease. So I did as I was told. She stared at my scars for a few moments then began looking at the bullet wound. I winced in pain when she touched the skin around it as was quite painful. She whispered her apologies.br
"Do you have some kind of antiseptic and somewhere where I could heat some water? I have some eyebrow tweezers and I can use those to take it out."br
"Zhere is a stove in zhe back room vere vater can be boiled and zhere is some antiseptic in zhe cabinet over zhere." She smiled at me and told me to stay were I was as she set up the things that she needed. A few minutes late everything was ready and she dabbed the hot water around the wound, cleaning it up and causing me to sometimes to jump when she touched a part that was quite painful. She tried to distract me by asking questions.br
"I can't believe that I don't know your name yet." She asked.br
"My name is Kurt Wanger but in the Munich Circus I vas thee Incredible Nightcrawler. Vhat may I ask is your name?" she giggled slightly though I had no idea of what was so funny.br
"Holly Newton." She giggled more.br
"Vhat is so funny? Do I have something in my teeth?" This made her laugh even more and seeing her laugh made me smile.br
"No you don't. It's just that you're so prim and proper.it's very sweet. Also I think your German accent is kinnda funny." She giggled out while she cleaned up and bandaged my arm, "There all done. You're near to being as good as new."br
I was surprised at how painless it was and thanked her. After that I made some coffee for myself and a lemon tea for Holly with the hot water that was left. We talked until the sun began to rise. I told her about what my scars meant and about my early childhood in Venice, Italy were I learned to play the violin and the piano (even if I could not play either because of my hands and learned by just watching and playing simple things that I could accomplish with my hands), became a master of fencing and learned how to control my abilities then about my years with the Munich Circus. She told me of her childhood in Ireland and about how her mother had died when she was 5. She also told me about how she wanted to be a doctor but ended up becoming a nurse because her father couldn't afford to send her to the right course and how she now worked in a local nursery.br
She looked at her watch and got up from where she had been sitting as quickly as anyone who was wearing clothes that were two sizes too big for her, "God! Look at the time. I better be getting home, I have to go to work in a few hours," she began to head for the door, her clothes over her arm and her bag on her back. But for some reason she turned around and came towards me. She put her free arm around my neck and embraced me. When she let go I saw some kind of light in her eyes. Kindness. She smiled, "Good bye Kurt and thank you."br
I bowed my head as she left. My heart seemed to sink to the floor as she went through the door. Would she ever come back?br
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Kurtbr
The young woman seemed afraid of my appearance at first but seemed to smile a short time after I had said hello. She was indeed very beautiful in the soft candlelight that filled the church. Her long, red hair that I had dried with a towel and brushed fell over her shoulders and hid her ears from my sight.br
"Hello," she said softly back, "Em.how did I get into these clothes?" She looked down at the clothes she was now wearing, which were my spares. I could feel the heat burning in my cheeks and I hung my head in shame.br
"You vere starting to run a high temperature and I had to get you varm and dry before you became very ill. Do not vorry, I did not look." I blushed again and so did she. I had already punished myself for the sin of undressing her, I had added a new scare to the back of my neck. I watched her as she took my appearance all in, a blue-skinned, demon like man with pointed ears and a tail. The look on her face was not one of fear, disgust or shock. It was one of curiosity. No doubt her head was buzzing with questions. Her eyes moved to my right arm, they widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth.br
"Oh my God!" she said through her fingers, "Your arm's bleeding!"br
I looked down at my arm and it was indeed bleeding. I knew I had been hit by the bullet but thought it had only grazed me. I saw a small hole in my coat, blood ebbing out turning the blue cloth a dark, damp purple. Before I knew what was happening, the woman was up on her feet and looking at my wound. She was so close, her face inches away from my own. This was probably the closest I'd been to anyone in years.br
"It doesn't look as if the bullet went in very far. Take off you coat and shirt so I can have a proper look at it." She said as if she was a mother telling her son to go and get changed or he would be late for the bus to school. I looked at her, unsure of what to do, "Don't worry.I trained for 5 years at college as a nurse. I totally know how to take a bullet out." She smiled sweetly at me and I felt at ease. So I did as I was told. She stared at my scars for a few moments then began looking at the bullet wound. I winced in pain when she touched the skin around it as was quite painful. She whispered her apologies.br
"Do you have some kind of antiseptic and somewhere where I could heat some water? I have some eyebrow tweezers and I can use those to take it out."br
"Zhere is a stove in zhe back room vere vater can be boiled and zhere is some antiseptic in zhe cabinet over zhere." She smiled at me and told me to stay were I was as she set up the things that she needed. A few minutes late everything was ready and she dabbed the hot water around the wound, cleaning it up and causing me to sometimes to jump when she touched a part that was quite painful. She tried to distract me by asking questions.br
"I can't believe that I don't know your name yet." She asked.br
"My name is Kurt Wanger but in the Munich Circus I vas thee Incredible Nightcrawler. Vhat may I ask is your name?" she giggled slightly though I had no idea of what was so funny.br
"Holly Newton." She giggled more.br
"Vhat is so funny? Do I have something in my teeth?" This made her laugh even more and seeing her laugh made me smile.br
"No you don't. It's just that you're so prim and proper.it's very sweet. Also I think your German accent is kinnda funny." She giggled out while she cleaned up and bandaged my arm, "There all done. You're near to being as good as new."br
I was surprised at how painless it was and thanked her. After that I made some coffee for myself and a lemon tea for Holly with the hot water that was left. We talked until the sun began to rise. I told her about what my scars meant and about my early childhood in Venice, Italy were I learned to play the violin and the piano (even if I could not play either because of my hands and learned by just watching and playing simple things that I could accomplish with my hands), became a master of fencing and learned how to control my abilities then about my years with the Munich Circus. She told me of her childhood in Ireland and about how her mother had died when she was 5. She also told me about how she wanted to be a doctor but ended up becoming a nurse because her father couldn't afford to send her to the right course and how she now worked in a local nursery.br
She looked at her watch and got up from where she had been sitting as quickly as anyone who was wearing clothes that were two sizes too big for her, "God! Look at the time. I better be getting home, I have to go to work in a few hours," she began to head for the door, her clothes over her arm and her bag on her back. But for some reason she turned around and came towards me. She put her free arm around my neck and embraced me. When she let go I saw some kind of light in her eyes. Kindness. She smiled, "Good bye Kurt and thank you."br
I bowed my head as she left. My heart seemed to sink to the floor as she went through the door. Would she ever come back?br
