~This is just a one-shot thing. . . it's post X2. . . Oh, and Agent Fabrizio (according to the X2 novelization) is the guy who shot at Nightcrawler in the White House. I think that's all I have to say. . . 'cept the *bleep* disclaimer. . .~
~*bleep* disclaimer: I do not, and probably never will, own X-men. . . Unfortunately for me, fortunately for you. :3 ~
Fabrizio's Letter
Agent Fabrizio stepped out of his perfectly normal non-descript black car, in front of his perfectly normal house, after a perfectly normal, mutant-free day.
Just the way he liked it.
Ever since the 'incident', as he referred to it in his mind. . . Fabrizio had tried to forget the existence of mutants.
Not that he could, for long.
He thought he had had the perfect day, at his new job as a security guard at a small bank. No troublemakers at all. . . Now, all he had to think about was what he'd make for supper, and whether to watch the football game or the hockey game tonight.
Perfectly normal, every day problems.
Perfectly normal day, for that matter. Until he decided to answer the mail.
Now, Fabrizio rarely got any mail, aside from the daily newspaper, the occasional flyer, and those annoying bills, maybe. . . Not today, though.
The man opened his mailbox casually, not really expecting anything to be inside. There was a normal-looking envelope sitting innocently in the back. When he picked it up, the seemed a little thick. . . Like several pieces of paper were inside.
Fabrizio sniffed it, held it up to the light. . . You can never be too careful these days, what with the threat of anthrax. Finding nothing wrong with it, the man tucked it under his elbow and went inside his house.
The letter was forgotten until later, after he had finished eating his dinner.
Now curious, Fabrizio opened the envelope with a butter-knife. It was a letter addressed to him, in messy but legible writing.
Herr Fabrizio,
My name is Kurt, but you may remember me as the blue teleporter who attacked the president in the white house several weeks past.
I know that you know that all charges against me have been dropped, due to the fact that I was not responsible for my actions.
But, I wish to tell you something.
I wish to thank you for firing your gun, that day in the White House. I know that it was your duty, and I know that you did intend to kill me. I fully understand your reasons for doing so. If you had not, I would have committed the greatest sin of all; killing. For that, I wish to thank you. With that little bit of pain, some of my free will returned, and I was able to avert tragedy.
For that I thank you.
Because of you doing your duty, I was able to meet one Fraulein who helped me, and I her. She has helped me make up for the sins I have committed during my life. I have found some happiness.
God bless,
Kurt
Fabrizio stared at the paper in his hands for a few minutes, trying to comprehend it's contents. This mutant. . . was thanking him for. . . shooting him?
He frowned, crumpled up the letter, and tossed it over his shoulder. He was still for a moment, then he ran around his chair and picked up the letter, smoothing it out on the table.
Some things just aren't meant to be normal.
