Chapter 3:
Back in Saskatchewan, Kurt was writhing in agony in the cold snow as the sleek black X-Jet landed in a large patch of snow in the Canadian forest. He was slowly being smothered in another layer of snowfall, when Scott lifted him up by the arms. "We've got you now, Kurt. There's nothing to worry about," Scott stated softly. He buckled Kurt in (Kurt was unconscious) and a woman with dark skin and hair as white as their surroundings lifted the jet into the pale blue sky.
When they landed at the Institute, Kurt had came to.
"Wh...where...where am I?" stammered a very confuzed fuzzy elf. "You're in a safe place now, Kurt," the Professor said in Kurt's mind. "What? How did you do that? Why are you in my head!?" Kurt nearly yelled. "Here, Kurt, you have much to learn," Professor Xavier said calmly, this time, in his speaking voice. Over the next three hours, Kurt learned so much about the X-Men, the school, and himself. He met many new people, and they were all like him. They were all mutants. "At last," Kurt sighed, "I'm somewhere I know I can belong." Among the mutants he met were Scott Summers, of course, and the young woman who flew the jet. Her name was Ororo Munroe, and she was considered a goddess in Africa. She was pleased to meet Kurt, and she told him about her powers. "I was born able to manipulate the weather. As an X-Man, or rather woman, the Professor has given me a codename. I am known to the students as Storm," said Ororo. Kurt was astonished. "So, you are all given codenames? Can I have one? Back in the Bavarian Circus I was known as the Amazing Nightcrawler." "Then the Amazing Nightcrawler you shall be," stated the Professor, who was secretly listening in on their conversation. He wheeled around the corner, several more people trailing him. "I want to introduce you to the rest of my X-Men that you will be working with here. You are a wonderful addition to the team, and that is why I have been searching for you," claimed Professor Xavier. Kurt then met all of the people that were following the Professor, the first being another, more formal meeting with young Scott Summers. "Welcome to the team!" laughed Scott, "My codename is Cyclops. I'm called that because I can shoot optic blasts from my eyes." "Sounds like a cool power!" yelled Kurt. "Took me a while to gain control, but before then I was blasting holes in buildings," Scott sighed with a smile. A young girl that looked about his age poked her head out from behind Scott. "Hi," she said with a wave and a southern drawl, "Ahm Marie, but ya'll can call me Rogue." Rogue had long brown hair and a grey streak coming out of the front strands. "Uhh, where did you get that from?" Kurt asked as politely as he could. "I had a bad experience a couple of months ago, but ahm fine now," Rogue explained, "I can absorb the powers an' abilities of anyone ah touch, but it hurts the both of us." Kurt noticed she was wearing gloves. She realized he was staring and she rubbed her hands together as another girl walked into the room. She had red hair, though, and she was very pretty. "My name is Jean Grey, and I'm a telepath," she said bluntly, "Nice to have you Kurt, I can see you have been traveling great distances to get here." "Yes, I've...been on the move...for a while," Kurt stammered while suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "Don't be nervous," said a kind voice in his head. He had felt someone in his head before, but this time the voice belonged to a female. He looked up at Jean, and she winked. He instantly felt comfortable. Then, he started to shiver. The room was getting very cold. "Kurt, let me introduce you to Bobby. Bobby Drake. He's your age and I think you would get along very well," stated the Professor. Kurt found the source of the icy air around him. A fifteen year old boy with blond hair and light blue eyes was standing behind him, wearing a cabby hat and making icicles with his fingertips. "Iceman. You can call me Iceman. Yeah, I know its original. Nice to meet you," Bobby said coolly. Well, of course he would say it coolly, because every time he spoke, his breath would show and cling in the air. Kurt gripped his hand for a shake but pulled away because of the sub-zero temperature of his skin. "N-n-nice me-meeting you, t-t-t-too," Kurt said with chills. "Sorry about that, " said Bobby, and he iced off. The room became warmer already. "Is there anyone else you would like me to meet, Professor, before I go up to my room to, uh, unpack?" Kurt questioned. "Yes, if you want to, you can be introduced to one more I think," said the Professor, a little tone of unclarity in his usually powerful voice, "Er, Scott, can you get Logan?" "You sure Professor X?" asked Scott. "Positive. I don't want Kurt meeting up with him in the hallways, you know what he'll do," stated Professor, still sounding unsure. "Yes, sir," replied Scott. And he ran off. Kurt just stood there, terrified, wondering how hideous or mean this next mutant was. So far, the X-Men were nothing but nice people with special gifts, but he had a twinge in his stomach to tell him that this next one was against those standards. Soon enough, Cyclops strolled in with a tall, muscular man (not to mention hairy) who looked normal enough. At least more normal than he looked. As soon as the burly man spotted him, he leapt and shouted. "Calm yourself, Logan, this is Kurt Wagner a.k.a. Nightcrawler, and the newest addition to my X-Men. Kurt, this is Logan, er, he has no last name, but everyone knows him as Wolverine," said Professor Xavier. Logan walked up to Kurt and examined him for a while before sticking out his hand and saying, "Put 'er there, Bub. You look like a fuzzy blue elf." Kurt tried not to laugh at this, seeing that Logan's gaze was hard as rock and just as penetrating. It was as if this man was looking into his soul through his eyes. Kurt got nervous again, and Wolverine sniffed the air. "Somebody's nervous," he said, clearly noting that it was Kurt and not just somebody. He eased the tension by adding, "Yep, yep. He's a keeper. I can tell. Real talent, this one. Good. I'm going to sleep. Night." He strode out of the room with a leader's aura about him. There was something in this man that Kurt admired immensely. He wondered what kind of powers he possessed, because none of them were obvious from his actions... but, then, there was the sniffing... Kurt's thoughts were cut off by the Professor's voice trailing throughout the room. "He was tested on. An experiment. A sick scientific experiment by Weapon X. Put the unbreakable metal Adamantium through his whole skeleton. He has an accelerated healing factor, and has the sixth sense of a wolf. The special features, though, are his claws. He can make them come out of his knuckles at will. One of the most powerful and sought-after mutants in the world, Kurt, and he's with us. You two will get along just fine." "I certainly hope so...," Kurt mumbled as he was lead by Jean up to his room.
Back in Saskatchewan, Kurt was writhing in agony in the cold snow as the sleek black X-Jet landed in a large patch of snow in the Canadian forest. He was slowly being smothered in another layer of snowfall, when Scott lifted him up by the arms. "We've got you now, Kurt. There's nothing to worry about," Scott stated softly. He buckled Kurt in (Kurt was unconscious) and a woman with dark skin and hair as white as their surroundings lifted the jet into the pale blue sky.
When they landed at the Institute, Kurt had came to.
"Wh...where...where am I?" stammered a very confuzed fuzzy elf. "You're in a safe place now, Kurt," the Professor said in Kurt's mind. "What? How did you do that? Why are you in my head!?" Kurt nearly yelled. "Here, Kurt, you have much to learn," Professor Xavier said calmly, this time, in his speaking voice. Over the next three hours, Kurt learned so much about the X-Men, the school, and himself. He met many new people, and they were all like him. They were all mutants. "At last," Kurt sighed, "I'm somewhere I know I can belong." Among the mutants he met were Scott Summers, of course, and the young woman who flew the jet. Her name was Ororo Munroe, and she was considered a goddess in Africa. She was pleased to meet Kurt, and she told him about her powers. "I was born able to manipulate the weather. As an X-Man, or rather woman, the Professor has given me a codename. I am known to the students as Storm," said Ororo. Kurt was astonished. "So, you are all given codenames? Can I have one? Back in the Bavarian Circus I was known as the Amazing Nightcrawler." "Then the Amazing Nightcrawler you shall be," stated the Professor, who was secretly listening in on their conversation. He wheeled around the corner, several more people trailing him. "I want to introduce you to the rest of my X-Men that you will be working with here. You are a wonderful addition to the team, and that is why I have been searching for you," claimed Professor Xavier. Kurt then met all of the people that were following the Professor, the first being another, more formal meeting with young Scott Summers. "Welcome to the team!" laughed Scott, "My codename is Cyclops. I'm called that because I can shoot optic blasts from my eyes." "Sounds like a cool power!" yelled Kurt. "Took me a while to gain control, but before then I was blasting holes in buildings," Scott sighed with a smile. A young girl that looked about his age poked her head out from behind Scott. "Hi," she said with a wave and a southern drawl, "Ahm Marie, but ya'll can call me Rogue." Rogue had long brown hair and a grey streak coming out of the front strands. "Uhh, where did you get that from?" Kurt asked as politely as he could. "I had a bad experience a couple of months ago, but ahm fine now," Rogue explained, "I can absorb the powers an' abilities of anyone ah touch, but it hurts the both of us." Kurt noticed she was wearing gloves. She realized he was staring and she rubbed her hands together as another girl walked into the room. She had red hair, though, and she was very pretty. "My name is Jean Grey, and I'm a telepath," she said bluntly, "Nice to have you Kurt, I can see you have been traveling great distances to get here." "Yes, I've...been on the move...for a while," Kurt stammered while suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "Don't be nervous," said a kind voice in his head. He had felt someone in his head before, but this time the voice belonged to a female. He looked up at Jean, and she winked. He instantly felt comfortable. Then, he started to shiver. The room was getting very cold. "Kurt, let me introduce you to Bobby. Bobby Drake. He's your age and I think you would get along very well," stated the Professor. Kurt found the source of the icy air around him. A fifteen year old boy with blond hair and light blue eyes was standing behind him, wearing a cabby hat and making icicles with his fingertips. "Iceman. You can call me Iceman. Yeah, I know its original. Nice to meet you," Bobby said coolly. Well, of course he would say it coolly, because every time he spoke, his breath would show and cling in the air. Kurt gripped his hand for a shake but pulled away because of the sub-zero temperature of his skin. "N-n-nice me-meeting you, t-t-t-too," Kurt said with chills. "Sorry about that, " said Bobby, and he iced off. The room became warmer already. "Is there anyone else you would like me to meet, Professor, before I go up to my room to, uh, unpack?" Kurt questioned. "Yes, if you want to, you can be introduced to one more I think," said the Professor, a little tone of unclarity in his usually powerful voice, "Er, Scott, can you get Logan?" "You sure Professor X?" asked Scott. "Positive. I don't want Kurt meeting up with him in the hallways, you know what he'll do," stated Professor, still sounding unsure. "Yes, sir," replied Scott. And he ran off. Kurt just stood there, terrified, wondering how hideous or mean this next mutant was. So far, the X-Men were nothing but nice people with special gifts, but he had a twinge in his stomach to tell him that this next one was against those standards. Soon enough, Cyclops strolled in with a tall, muscular man (not to mention hairy) who looked normal enough. At least more normal than he looked. As soon as the burly man spotted him, he leapt and shouted. "Calm yourself, Logan, this is Kurt Wagner a.k.a. Nightcrawler, and the newest addition to my X-Men. Kurt, this is Logan, er, he has no last name, but everyone knows him as Wolverine," said Professor Xavier. Logan walked up to Kurt and examined him for a while before sticking out his hand and saying, "Put 'er there, Bub. You look like a fuzzy blue elf." Kurt tried not to laugh at this, seeing that Logan's gaze was hard as rock and just as penetrating. It was as if this man was looking into his soul through his eyes. Kurt got nervous again, and Wolverine sniffed the air. "Somebody's nervous," he said, clearly noting that it was Kurt and not just somebody. He eased the tension by adding, "Yep, yep. He's a keeper. I can tell. Real talent, this one. Good. I'm going to sleep. Night." He strode out of the room with a leader's aura about him. There was something in this man that Kurt admired immensely. He wondered what kind of powers he possessed, because none of them were obvious from his actions... but, then, there was the sniffing... Kurt's thoughts were cut off by the Professor's voice trailing throughout the room. "He was tested on. An experiment. A sick scientific experiment by Weapon X. Put the unbreakable metal Adamantium through his whole skeleton. He has an accelerated healing factor, and has the sixth sense of a wolf. The special features, though, are his claws. He can make them come out of his knuckles at will. One of the most powerful and sought-after mutants in the world, Kurt, and he's with us. You two will get along just fine." "I certainly hope so...," Kurt mumbled as he was lead by Jean up to his room.