A/N: Okay, I don't have much prep for this chapter. Just, uh, beware, it's
pretty sad.
Chapter 6, You Promised
It didn't take Kurt long to find her. She always went to his room when she was scared or felt alone, and he was always there to console her. At least he had been until now. He didn't even stop to think that she would be effected by the attack. Stupid! He reached for the handle of the door, but stopped. There was sobbing on the other side. He sighed and opened the door quietly
Marian was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room behind the bed. She was rocking back and fourth and she had her back turned to Kurt. He cleared his throat softly. "Marian...? Are you all right?" She jumped. She had obviously not heard him come in.
"G-go away!" Her voice was strained and harsh. She sounded angry and miserable and it hurt Kurt to see her like this. He took a couple steps into the room toward where she was sitting.
"Please, Marian, I just vant to help you," he insisted. She started to sob again, then she stopped. He saw her shoulder move and she yelped as if in pain, then began to sob again. He blinked, stepping toward the bed again. He could see over her head now, just barely, but it was enough to see what she had done.
There was blood everywhere, all over her arms and her clothes and his carpet. She held a bloodied razor in her right hand and there were fresh marks on her arms. Kurt gasped and leaped over the bed.
"Vhat are you doing, Marian!?" he demanded of her. He didn't sound angry, just scared and confused. She had told him that she would never do that again. She had promised him! She turned to him, her eyes wild as he tried to grab her arms. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to get the blade away. He grabbed the arm she had cut by the wrist and went to reach for the other, but she was faster.
Kurt cried out and let her go, pulling away and holding his face. The blade had caught him under the eye, right on his cheek. He didn't have time to asses the damage, though, because Marian was coming at him again. She sliced his arm this time and he had no choice but to back away. He grabbed for her hand and managed to take the blade, then bamfed away.
He found himself in the bathroom then. He pulled his hand away from his cheek and saw that his fingers were dark with blood. He groaned and looked into the mirror and saw that the cut was nearly down to the bone. More blood ran down to his chin and even more from the cut on his arm which was nearly as bad, though his fur had stopped the blade some.
Kurt sighed and washed his hands, thinking. He rinsed the cuts, though it was painful, then started off toward the infirmary. He stopped when he heard the Professor's voice in his head.
'Kurt, what's the matter? I feel your dark thoughts from all the way in my study. What's happened?' Kurt winced, trying hard to block his thoughts. He knew, however, that it was too late. He sighed and bamfed into the Professor's study, his head and tail drooping. The Professor gasped when he saw the cuts.
"Kurt, you have to go see Beast about those later," he said, assuming he got them in the fight. "Now, tell me what happened."
"I don't know if I can, Professor... I Don't even know vhat happened myself!" said Kurt forlornly, sitting in one of the large comfortable chairs near the Professor's desk. The soft cushions were of little comfort now, however. He held his arm, careful not to let any of the blood get onto the fabric.
"Kurt, perhaps I should read into your thoughts? Would that help?" Kurt looked up at him, then nodded dully. The Professor wheeled closer to him and put his hands gently on Kurt's temples. His eyes rolled back into his head and he found himself standing in Kurt's mind. He looked around and saw the panel projected to him where he witnessed Kurt's confrontation with Marian. He pulled away sadly and when he did, he noticed that Kurt was crying.
"I'm sorry, Professor!" he sobbed, hugging his knees to his chest like he had seen Marian do almost every day since her arrival. He cried and brushed the tears away, the salty water mixing with the blood of his cut. "I was stupid to sink zat I could help her," he said, crying still. Then he curled up even more and his sobbing was wordless, but full of grief.
"I am sorry, Kurt. I should have warned you... Mr. McCoy and I had guessed that she was not completely healed. We should have told you that something like this might have happened. It is not your fault, Kurt, I assure you. She lashed out at you because you were there. Had it been anyone else, she would have done the same."
"She promised me, Professor! She promised!" Kurt sobbed. The Professor nodded.
"I know, Kurt, I know. But I don't think she has complete control of her actions. I know she didn't want to hurt you. She likes you Kurt, maybe it's even love." Kurt shuddered. He hadn't told anyone about his relationship with Marian except Logan. The large mutant had caught them cuddling one night and he had been forced to explain. Now this memory which should have brought joy stung deeper than the cuts he had sustained.
"Professor... Someone should go to her. I don't know vhere she got ze blade..." Kurt looked down and jumped. In his free hand, the one that wasn't holding onto his knees, he still clutched the razor blade. He opened his hand and winced. The blade had bitten into the flesh deeply and he hadn't even known. The Professor saw and took it gingerly, setting it on the table. Kurt looked at his hand and winced.
The Professor turned away, closing his eyes. He called out to Logan to tell him to get Marian and keep an eye on her, then turned to Kurt. "I've sent Logan to take care of her, Kurt. Would you like to go see Beast now?" Kurt nodded and the Professor sent him down to the infirmary.
Later that day, Kurt was sitting up in a tree, watching the empty grounds. Everyone had heard what had happened, but were told to act like normal. Instead, they all avoided everyone else. Kurt looked at his bandaged arm and hand. The blood was seeping through the coverings and it was time for him to go see Beast again to have the bandages reapplied. He started to bamf down to the infirmary, but stopped in the kitchen for a snack first. He started when he saw Marian.
"Ah- H-hey Marian-" he said nervously. The Professor had told him that, most likely, she wouldn't try to attack him again. He had said that she would most likely feel much regret. She looked horrible, Kurt noted. She had obviously been to see Beast as well and her arms were wrapped in several places. Kurt sighed softly and sat across from her at the table. She had a glass in front of her and was toying with it absently. She looked up when he sat.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice was soft and Kurt was reminded of the day that she arrived at the mansion. Was it really only a month and a half ago? He sighed and shook his head.
"I know," he said.
"Are you hurt bad?" She was looking down at the table again. Kurt shook his head.
"No, not too bad. I vas on my vay to get my bandages changed, vould you like to come? It looks like yours could use it as vell." She nodded and stood.
"Can I get something to drink first?" she asked. Kurt nodded and she went to the sink. She filled her glass with water and Kurt turned away again.
"You can probably bring zat vith you," he said as he began to walk toward the infirmary. He didn't notice as she concentrated on the liquid, making it murky. He turned quickly when he heard the glass shatter on the floor. "Marian!" he cried out, running to her side as she fell. He caught her and she began to cry.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt! I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed. Her legs had gotten cut by the glass and Kurt nodded, setting her down in a clear area. He shushed her and tried to calm her.
"I'll go get Beast, you should haff zose cuts looked at, okay?" She nodded meekly, hugging her knees to her chest with both of her bandaged arms. Kurt bamfed away and came back with Beast, but when he looked to where he had left Marian, she was lying on her side. Hank quickly went to her and examined her legs and arms, then took her pulse. He sighed softly, looking at Kurt with pain in his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been two days since Marian was pronounced dead. Kurt had been in his room the whole time and no one had even bothered to ask him to come out. They knew that it would be best to let him be on his own. On the third day, there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," he muttered, and Hank opened the door. The Professor rolled in after him. Kurt sat up on the bed, hugging his arms and squeezing them, again, something he had learned from watching Marian. The thought stung and he knuckled tears from his red puffy eyes again.
"Kurt... I won't bother asking how you are, the answer is obvious," said the Professor gently. He was looking down, unable to look at his student.
"What happened?" Kurt asked louder than before. Hank and the Professor looked very uncomfortable.
"Well, we have finished the tests," said Beast, wringing his large blue hands awkwardly. Silence followed and he looked to the Professor for help. Xavier sighed and rolled toward Kurt slowly, taking one bandaged hand in his own.
"Kurt, Marian was sick. She was very sick..." He said this slowly and Kurt looked up. He nodded numbly.
"I know," he said. He clenched his teethe, not wanting to cry in front of his teachers.
"She... used her gifts to end her own life..." said the Professor, looking down at his hands which were wrapped around Kurt's.
"She poisoned herself," said Beast from behind the Professor. Kurt nodded. He had expected as much.
"It would have been possible to save her," continued Xavier, "But when she dropped the glass and it cut her legs, the poison went into her blood stream. Are you all right Kurt? I know it hurts, but you really need to cope... We've all lost something by loosing Marian. She was your friend as well as being friends with the other students."
"I know, Professor," said Kurt, slowly pulling his hand away. He felt strangely empty. Not empty as in sad, just empty. "I sink I'd like to be alone now," he said.
"Kurt, we're worried about you. We don't want you to... to do something like Marian did," said Hank, looking down at his student.
"I know, Mr. McCoy. I von't. I promise."
A/N: Ta da! The last chapter. This story didn't quite take off as well as I had hoped, but that's all right, I had fun anyway. I hope you all enjoyed it as well! Read my other stories, too! R/R on this one, I wanna see what you guys thought! What do you think of the ending? I wasn't really sure how to end it, so that's what I did. Hope you guys liked it! It was fun!
Chapter 6, You Promised
It didn't take Kurt long to find her. She always went to his room when she was scared or felt alone, and he was always there to console her. At least he had been until now. He didn't even stop to think that she would be effected by the attack. Stupid! He reached for the handle of the door, but stopped. There was sobbing on the other side. He sighed and opened the door quietly
Marian was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room behind the bed. She was rocking back and fourth and she had her back turned to Kurt. He cleared his throat softly. "Marian...? Are you all right?" She jumped. She had obviously not heard him come in.
"G-go away!" Her voice was strained and harsh. She sounded angry and miserable and it hurt Kurt to see her like this. He took a couple steps into the room toward where she was sitting.
"Please, Marian, I just vant to help you," he insisted. She started to sob again, then she stopped. He saw her shoulder move and she yelped as if in pain, then began to sob again. He blinked, stepping toward the bed again. He could see over her head now, just barely, but it was enough to see what she had done.
There was blood everywhere, all over her arms and her clothes and his carpet. She held a bloodied razor in her right hand and there were fresh marks on her arms. Kurt gasped and leaped over the bed.
"Vhat are you doing, Marian!?" he demanded of her. He didn't sound angry, just scared and confused. She had told him that she would never do that again. She had promised him! She turned to him, her eyes wild as he tried to grab her arms. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to get the blade away. He grabbed the arm she had cut by the wrist and went to reach for the other, but she was faster.
Kurt cried out and let her go, pulling away and holding his face. The blade had caught him under the eye, right on his cheek. He didn't have time to asses the damage, though, because Marian was coming at him again. She sliced his arm this time and he had no choice but to back away. He grabbed for her hand and managed to take the blade, then bamfed away.
He found himself in the bathroom then. He pulled his hand away from his cheek and saw that his fingers were dark with blood. He groaned and looked into the mirror and saw that the cut was nearly down to the bone. More blood ran down to his chin and even more from the cut on his arm which was nearly as bad, though his fur had stopped the blade some.
Kurt sighed and washed his hands, thinking. He rinsed the cuts, though it was painful, then started off toward the infirmary. He stopped when he heard the Professor's voice in his head.
'Kurt, what's the matter? I feel your dark thoughts from all the way in my study. What's happened?' Kurt winced, trying hard to block his thoughts. He knew, however, that it was too late. He sighed and bamfed into the Professor's study, his head and tail drooping. The Professor gasped when he saw the cuts.
"Kurt, you have to go see Beast about those later," he said, assuming he got them in the fight. "Now, tell me what happened."
"I don't know if I can, Professor... I Don't even know vhat happened myself!" said Kurt forlornly, sitting in one of the large comfortable chairs near the Professor's desk. The soft cushions were of little comfort now, however. He held his arm, careful not to let any of the blood get onto the fabric.
"Kurt, perhaps I should read into your thoughts? Would that help?" Kurt looked up at him, then nodded dully. The Professor wheeled closer to him and put his hands gently on Kurt's temples. His eyes rolled back into his head and he found himself standing in Kurt's mind. He looked around and saw the panel projected to him where he witnessed Kurt's confrontation with Marian. He pulled away sadly and when he did, he noticed that Kurt was crying.
"I'm sorry, Professor!" he sobbed, hugging his knees to his chest like he had seen Marian do almost every day since her arrival. He cried and brushed the tears away, the salty water mixing with the blood of his cut. "I was stupid to sink zat I could help her," he said, crying still. Then he curled up even more and his sobbing was wordless, but full of grief.
"I am sorry, Kurt. I should have warned you... Mr. McCoy and I had guessed that she was not completely healed. We should have told you that something like this might have happened. It is not your fault, Kurt, I assure you. She lashed out at you because you were there. Had it been anyone else, she would have done the same."
"She promised me, Professor! She promised!" Kurt sobbed. The Professor nodded.
"I know, Kurt, I know. But I don't think she has complete control of her actions. I know she didn't want to hurt you. She likes you Kurt, maybe it's even love." Kurt shuddered. He hadn't told anyone about his relationship with Marian except Logan. The large mutant had caught them cuddling one night and he had been forced to explain. Now this memory which should have brought joy stung deeper than the cuts he had sustained.
"Professor... Someone should go to her. I don't know vhere she got ze blade..." Kurt looked down and jumped. In his free hand, the one that wasn't holding onto his knees, he still clutched the razor blade. He opened his hand and winced. The blade had bitten into the flesh deeply and he hadn't even known. The Professor saw and took it gingerly, setting it on the table. Kurt looked at his hand and winced.
The Professor turned away, closing his eyes. He called out to Logan to tell him to get Marian and keep an eye on her, then turned to Kurt. "I've sent Logan to take care of her, Kurt. Would you like to go see Beast now?" Kurt nodded and the Professor sent him down to the infirmary.
Later that day, Kurt was sitting up in a tree, watching the empty grounds. Everyone had heard what had happened, but were told to act like normal. Instead, they all avoided everyone else. Kurt looked at his bandaged arm and hand. The blood was seeping through the coverings and it was time for him to go see Beast again to have the bandages reapplied. He started to bamf down to the infirmary, but stopped in the kitchen for a snack first. He started when he saw Marian.
"Ah- H-hey Marian-" he said nervously. The Professor had told him that, most likely, she wouldn't try to attack him again. He had said that she would most likely feel much regret. She looked horrible, Kurt noted. She had obviously been to see Beast as well and her arms were wrapped in several places. Kurt sighed softly and sat across from her at the table. She had a glass in front of her and was toying with it absently. She looked up when he sat.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice was soft and Kurt was reminded of the day that she arrived at the mansion. Was it really only a month and a half ago? He sighed and shook his head.
"I know," he said.
"Are you hurt bad?" She was looking down at the table again. Kurt shook his head.
"No, not too bad. I vas on my vay to get my bandages changed, vould you like to come? It looks like yours could use it as vell." She nodded and stood.
"Can I get something to drink first?" she asked. Kurt nodded and she went to the sink. She filled her glass with water and Kurt turned away again.
"You can probably bring zat vith you," he said as he began to walk toward the infirmary. He didn't notice as she concentrated on the liquid, making it murky. He turned quickly when he heard the glass shatter on the floor. "Marian!" he cried out, running to her side as she fell. He caught her and she began to cry.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt! I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed. Her legs had gotten cut by the glass and Kurt nodded, setting her down in a clear area. He shushed her and tried to calm her.
"I'll go get Beast, you should haff zose cuts looked at, okay?" She nodded meekly, hugging her knees to her chest with both of her bandaged arms. Kurt bamfed away and came back with Beast, but when he looked to where he had left Marian, she was lying on her side. Hank quickly went to her and examined her legs and arms, then took her pulse. He sighed softly, looking at Kurt with pain in his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been two days since Marian was pronounced dead. Kurt had been in his room the whole time and no one had even bothered to ask him to come out. They knew that it would be best to let him be on his own. On the third day, there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," he muttered, and Hank opened the door. The Professor rolled in after him. Kurt sat up on the bed, hugging his arms and squeezing them, again, something he had learned from watching Marian. The thought stung and he knuckled tears from his red puffy eyes again.
"Kurt... I won't bother asking how you are, the answer is obvious," said the Professor gently. He was looking down, unable to look at his student.
"What happened?" Kurt asked louder than before. Hank and the Professor looked very uncomfortable.
"Well, we have finished the tests," said Beast, wringing his large blue hands awkwardly. Silence followed and he looked to the Professor for help. Xavier sighed and rolled toward Kurt slowly, taking one bandaged hand in his own.
"Kurt, Marian was sick. She was very sick..." He said this slowly and Kurt looked up. He nodded numbly.
"I know," he said. He clenched his teethe, not wanting to cry in front of his teachers.
"She... used her gifts to end her own life..." said the Professor, looking down at his hands which were wrapped around Kurt's.
"She poisoned herself," said Beast from behind the Professor. Kurt nodded. He had expected as much.
"It would have been possible to save her," continued Xavier, "But when she dropped the glass and it cut her legs, the poison went into her blood stream. Are you all right Kurt? I know it hurts, but you really need to cope... We've all lost something by loosing Marian. She was your friend as well as being friends with the other students."
"I know, Professor," said Kurt, slowly pulling his hand away. He felt strangely empty. Not empty as in sad, just empty. "I sink I'd like to be alone now," he said.
"Kurt, we're worried about you. We don't want you to... to do something like Marian did," said Hank, looking down at his student.
"I know, Mr. McCoy. I von't. I promise."
A/N: Ta da! The last chapter. This story didn't quite take off as well as I had hoped, but that's all right, I had fun anyway. I hope you all enjoyed it as well! Read my other stories, too! R/R on this one, I wanna see what you guys thought! What do you think of the ending? I wasn't really sure how to end it, so that's what I did. Hope you guys liked it! It was fun!