Kurt looked up into the pitch night; the only light was the full moon
above. The buildings on either side of him were extremely tall, but he
could see where the roof was. He wanted to port up to the roof. He
concentrated on the place, and in an instant he was standing on top of the
old abandoned radio station. He took the sights in, and decided he wanted
to go inside the building. One problem, though, he had never been inside
and wasn't familiar with the surroundings. He tried to think of what it
would be like inside the studio, but drew a blank. Instead, he cleared his
mind of everything, curious to know where he would go with no sort of
particular place in mind. Apparently, he was blank-minded, but one thing
did slip into his thoughts. Unfortunately, the thing was a wall. He
teleported right into the wall of the building! Fortunately, though, it was
dry wall, and very easy to break. If it had been any other type of wall,
Kurt surely would have died there. He was surprised and scared, but he
punched through the papery wall with ease and stumbled out into the dark
and mustiness of the studio. The place was covered with a thick layer of
dust; no one had been inside for years, it seemed. He wanted to get out of
there as quickly as possible. He fell from the sky onto his bed, and
thought again of the basic rules of his mutant power.
"So, I can teleport to any place I've been before, and if I get stuck in
another wall, I'm doomed."
Kurt looked down and his longish blue hair fell in front of his face.
"I have got to get away from here. I must find some place where I can be
safe from the public."
Kurt yawned and then placed his head onto the rock he used as a pillow.
The next morning, he awoke at dawn, when the sun was still light yellow and there seemed to be a mild shimmery fog. He decided that today would be the day that he kept moving on, kept searching for that place where he would be treated normal. Packing whatever things he had left, he threw his bag over his shoulder, lowered his cloak hood, and stepped out into the bright sunlight of the city. Not even a step he took before he felt a strange buzzing inside his brain. It was a peculiar feeling, not so much painful as it was startling. All of a sudden, the buzzing and humming stopped. He shook his head and kept walking, all the while having the strange suspicion that someone somewhere was watching him at that very moment. Kurt was a little spooked at this emotion and he decided on his main objective. He would go to New York; he heard around that there were many different types of people there and he thought he might fit in. He had never been to New York before, so he closed his mind and focused on the next best thing. He figured that if he was close enough, someone might be able to send him in the right direction. He closed his eyes, focused, and BAMF! he landed in a wide winter wonderland of white.
Looking around, he quickly recognized the Canadian wilderness he was standing in. "Now, I know there is a village nearby. I have performed there before," Kurt thought aloud. He wished then that he had been more prepared for such a climate. Shaking all the way, he finally made it to the small town of Saskatchewan. Making sure no one saw his face directly, he asked for directions to New York from anybody he found. All of his efforts proved to be fruitless until that buzzing entered his head again. He collapsed into the snow in a heap, the buzzing so intense now that it stung. -Meanwhile, at Xavier's Institute for the Gifted- "I'm sensing him, Scott. It's just hard to pinpoint his exact location when he keeps moving like that." "Well, it seems that you have him now, Professor." Two voices were coming from a room locked by a large metal door with an 'X' on it. The first speaker, Professor Charles Xavier, was a bald-headed man in a wheelchair who seemed to be concentrating on something or someone intently. The other figure, Scott Summers, was a student at Professor Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Both men were mutants. "Yes, Scott, I have found out where young Kurt Wagner is currently. We must send out the X-Jet to go and retrieve him before he teleports again," ordered the Professor. "Yes, sir, I'll get it loaded immediately. You'll be coming along?" replied Scott. "In a moment. I just want to speak with Kurt first," the Professor said. Scott left the large spherical room and the metal door rolled shut behind him. "Hold on, Kurt," Professor Xavier projected into Kurt's mind, "we're coming to save you."
The next morning, he awoke at dawn, when the sun was still light yellow and there seemed to be a mild shimmery fog. He decided that today would be the day that he kept moving on, kept searching for that place where he would be treated normal. Packing whatever things he had left, he threw his bag over his shoulder, lowered his cloak hood, and stepped out into the bright sunlight of the city. Not even a step he took before he felt a strange buzzing inside his brain. It was a peculiar feeling, not so much painful as it was startling. All of a sudden, the buzzing and humming stopped. He shook his head and kept walking, all the while having the strange suspicion that someone somewhere was watching him at that very moment. Kurt was a little spooked at this emotion and he decided on his main objective. He would go to New York; he heard around that there were many different types of people there and he thought he might fit in. He had never been to New York before, so he closed his mind and focused on the next best thing. He figured that if he was close enough, someone might be able to send him in the right direction. He closed his eyes, focused, and BAMF! he landed in a wide winter wonderland of white.
Looking around, he quickly recognized the Canadian wilderness he was standing in. "Now, I know there is a village nearby. I have performed there before," Kurt thought aloud. He wished then that he had been more prepared for such a climate. Shaking all the way, he finally made it to the small town of Saskatchewan. Making sure no one saw his face directly, he asked for directions to New York from anybody he found. All of his efforts proved to be fruitless until that buzzing entered his head again. He collapsed into the snow in a heap, the buzzing so intense now that it stung. -Meanwhile, at Xavier's Institute for the Gifted- "I'm sensing him, Scott. It's just hard to pinpoint his exact location when he keeps moving like that." "Well, it seems that you have him now, Professor." Two voices were coming from a room locked by a large metal door with an 'X' on it. The first speaker, Professor Charles Xavier, was a bald-headed man in a wheelchair who seemed to be concentrating on something or someone intently. The other figure, Scott Summers, was a student at Professor Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. Both men were mutants. "Yes, Scott, I have found out where young Kurt Wagner is currently. We must send out the X-Jet to go and retrieve him before he teleports again," ordered the Professor. "Yes, sir, I'll get it loaded immediately. You'll be coming along?" replied Scott. "In a moment. I just want to speak with Kurt first," the Professor said. Scott left the large spherical room and the metal door rolled shut behind him. "Hold on, Kurt," Professor Xavier projected into Kurt's mind, "we're coming to save you."