Chapter Fifteen
The Incredible Night Crawler
With a gust of wind the doors to the old church were blown wide open.
Storm and Jean made their way down the center isle, though it was hardly necessary, most of the pews had been removed or wrecked.
"Get out," demanded an echo of a voice, followed by a faint *bamf* of compressing air. "Get out." *Bamf*
"He's a teleporter," Jean said to Storm.
"Getting bored," Storm asked turning to Jean, who nodded. As Ororo turn back her eyes frosted over and a streak of light came down on a supporting beam nearly sending a human figure to the ground, if it hadn't been for Jean's telekinetic hold.
"Got him," Ororo asked. Jean smiled turning the man in the air to face them.
"He's not going anywhere," she said as they moved closer. "Are you?"
"Please don't kill me," he pleaded in a strong German accent. "I didn't mean to harm any one."
"Now who would have gotten that impression," asked Storm.
Jean had the teleporter, who was of course named Kurt Wagner, lay down as she examined the bullet wound, explaining that if it wasn't properly cared for he might lose some of his dexterity.
"I could see everything that was going on," he said. "But I couldn't stop myself. It was like a bad dream, and then there was only pain." He glanced to the crucifix, set not far away. "I wonder, if He is testing me."
The choir loft where he slept was decorated with posters from the circus and all the pictures were of him.
"In the Munich Circus," Kurt began. "I was known as the incredible Night Crawler."
"Did you do these," Ororo asked indicating the delicate markings detailing his indigo colored flesh. He nodded and rolled onto his side.
"What about this," Jean asked indicating a perfect circle shaped scar at the base of his neck
The Incredible Night Crawler
With a gust of wind the doors to the old church were blown wide open.
Storm and Jean made their way down the center isle, though it was hardly necessary, most of the pews had been removed or wrecked.
"Get out," demanded an echo of a voice, followed by a faint *bamf* of compressing air. "Get out." *Bamf*
"He's a teleporter," Jean said to Storm.
"Getting bored," Storm asked turning to Jean, who nodded. As Ororo turn back her eyes frosted over and a streak of light came down on a supporting beam nearly sending a human figure to the ground, if it hadn't been for Jean's telekinetic hold.
"Got him," Ororo asked. Jean smiled turning the man in the air to face them.
"He's not going anywhere," she said as they moved closer. "Are you?"
"Please don't kill me," he pleaded in a strong German accent. "I didn't mean to harm any one."
"Now who would have gotten that impression," asked Storm.
Jean had the teleporter, who was of course named Kurt Wagner, lay down as she examined the bullet wound, explaining that if it wasn't properly cared for he might lose some of his dexterity.
"I could see everything that was going on," he said. "But I couldn't stop myself. It was like a bad dream, and then there was only pain." He glanced to the crucifix, set not far away. "I wonder, if He is testing me."
The choir loft where he slept was decorated with posters from the circus and all the pictures were of him.
"In the Munich Circus," Kurt began. "I was known as the incredible Night Crawler."
"Did you do these," Ororo asked indicating the delicate markings detailing his indigo colored flesh. He nodded and rolled onto his side.
"What about this," Jean asked indicating a perfect circle shaped scar at the base of his neck
