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He could hear them outside his door. They had stopped banging, at least. Maybe now they would go away. If there was one thing that Kurt hated more than anything else in the world, it was pity, and he could feel it wafting off his friends and into his room through the crack under his door. He didn't want to be pitied. He didn't want his friends to feel sorry for him. He just wanted everything to be normal.
'Normal,' he thought. He pondered that word over and over again. What was normal really? Well, it sure as hell wasn't him. And now everyone knew. Just as he had really started to assimilate himself to Bayville High. Kurt had learned the hard way that American teenagers were not exactly very inviting to foreigners, so that was one strike against him from the beginning. Then there was the whole no touching thing that went along with wearing the inducer. But he did his best to try to blend in with the rest of them, and it had actually worked. He was normal, for once in his life. He was just like everyone else. And the others began to accept him, or at least get used to him. But now, it was all over. His cover had been blown. He could never go back to school again.
He turned over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. God, he wished he was back home. He really missed his parents terribly, and wished he could be back with them right now. If he were home right now, he'd be with his mother, and she'd tell him that everything would be alright, as she held him close and stroked her hand through his hair. He loved that, because it reassured him of what he was, that he wasn't a demon. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to be there. Back in Germany where everything is familiar, where everyone in his small village knows him, and no one cowers in fear. Or throws rocks. Or pities.
Truth be told, it wasn't what had happened today that had really upset Kurt. He was used to that reaction, even though it still hurt. What he was most upset about was that his friends had seen all that. They had seen him at his most vulnerable. They even saw him cry. They probably would never think the same of him again.
"Bitte, mien Gott!" Kurt cried into the pillow. But this small outburst brought a thought to his mind. God. What kind of God would create someone- someTHING- like him? What kind of God is that? Kurt then felt a pang of guilt at questioning His actions. 'God has a plan for all of us, and he has an extra special plan for you.' He remembered when his mother had told him that, back when he was a child and had first noticed how different he was. But what is God's plan for him? What plan could God have chosen for him that had to include such suffering? He remembered back in Winzeldorf, when he was nearly lynched. Was that part of the almighty God's plan? Or maybe Kurt really wasn't a creature of God. Maybe he was the demon everyone always said he was.
No, he couldn't be. He had been baptized, he had grown up in a rather stout Catholic household. Mass every Sunday. So, he wasn't a demon. But he was sure as hell, especially after today, that he wasn't human either. So what did that leave? He wasn't sure.
"Kurt?" he heard Kitty on the other side of his door. "Please, open up. We want to talk to you."
As he turned his tear streaked face toward the door, he caught his reflection. There was no way he was opening that door. He looked...pathetic. The fur on his cheeks was matted with tears and sweat, and his hair hang limply over his face. His normally bright, yellow eyes were bloodshot, and dark. He looked like hell, and he wouldn't let his friends see him like this. He wouldn't let anyone see him like this. Actually, if he could help it, he wouldn't let anyone see him ever again. Period.
He laid his head back again and sighed. He didn't have anymore tars to cry, and no energy either. As he stared at the ceiling above him, he thought through the days events again. He had no idea how his inducer had just disappeared. Though, he hadn't really put much thought into it. What had happened? He remembered, he was saying goodbye to Amanda. And suddenly, the wind picked up and his inducer was gone. Wait, no, not the wind. It was like a gust of air, and then the tug on his wrist. A gust of air, similar to as if someone were passing by at a quick speed. Kurt felt a large growl escape his throat. His eyes glazed over in utter hatred.
"Pietro."
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He could hear them outside his door. They had stopped banging, at least. Maybe now they would go away. If there was one thing that Kurt hated more than anything else in the world, it was pity, and he could feel it wafting off his friends and into his room through the crack under his door. He didn't want to be pitied. He didn't want his friends to feel sorry for him. He just wanted everything to be normal.
'Normal,' he thought. He pondered that word over and over again. What was normal really? Well, it sure as hell wasn't him. And now everyone knew. Just as he had really started to assimilate himself to Bayville High. Kurt had learned the hard way that American teenagers were not exactly very inviting to foreigners, so that was one strike against him from the beginning. Then there was the whole no touching thing that went along with wearing the inducer. But he did his best to try to blend in with the rest of them, and it had actually worked. He was normal, for once in his life. He was just like everyone else. And the others began to accept him, or at least get used to him. But now, it was all over. His cover had been blown. He could never go back to school again.
He turned over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. God, he wished he was back home. He really missed his parents terribly, and wished he could be back with them right now. If he were home right now, he'd be with his mother, and she'd tell him that everything would be alright, as she held him close and stroked her hand through his hair. He loved that, because it reassured him of what he was, that he wasn't a demon. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to be there. Back in Germany where everything is familiar, where everyone in his small village knows him, and no one cowers in fear. Or throws rocks. Or pities.
Truth be told, it wasn't what had happened today that had really upset Kurt. He was used to that reaction, even though it still hurt. What he was most upset about was that his friends had seen all that. They had seen him at his most vulnerable. They even saw him cry. They probably would never think the same of him again.
"Bitte, mien Gott!" Kurt cried into the pillow. But this small outburst brought a thought to his mind. God. What kind of God would create someone- someTHING- like him? What kind of God is that? Kurt then felt a pang of guilt at questioning His actions. 'God has a plan for all of us, and he has an extra special plan for you.' He remembered when his mother had told him that, back when he was a child and had first noticed how different he was. But what is God's plan for him? What plan could God have chosen for him that had to include such suffering? He remembered back in Winzeldorf, when he was nearly lynched. Was that part of the almighty God's plan? Or maybe Kurt really wasn't a creature of God. Maybe he was the demon everyone always said he was.
No, he couldn't be. He had been baptized, he had grown up in a rather stout Catholic household. Mass every Sunday. So, he wasn't a demon. But he was sure as hell, especially after today, that he wasn't human either. So what did that leave? He wasn't sure.
"Kurt?" he heard Kitty on the other side of his door. "Please, open up. We want to talk to you."
As he turned his tear streaked face toward the door, he caught his reflection. There was no way he was opening that door. He looked...pathetic. The fur on his cheeks was matted with tears and sweat, and his hair hang limply over his face. His normally bright, yellow eyes were bloodshot, and dark. He looked like hell, and he wouldn't let his friends see him like this. He wouldn't let anyone see him like this. Actually, if he could help it, he wouldn't let anyone see him ever again. Period.
He laid his head back again and sighed. He didn't have anymore tars to cry, and no energy either. As he stared at the ceiling above him, he thought through the days events again. He had no idea how his inducer had just disappeared. Though, he hadn't really put much thought into it. What had happened? He remembered, he was saying goodbye to Amanda. And suddenly, the wind picked up and his inducer was gone. Wait, no, not the wind. It was like a gust of air, and then the tug on his wrist. A gust of air, similar to as if someone were passing by at a quick speed. Kurt felt a large growl escape his throat. His eyes glazed over in utter hatred.
"Pietro."
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