Here is your chapter 4! Thanks for the reviews and keep em coming! Todd
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Pietro stepped into the darkness. He waited until his eyes adjusted. He could make out the bedroom. It looked like the bedroom of any 16 year old boy. A stereo in the corner, a few posters on the wall, some clothing strewn about. Pietro noticed the bed. 'He must be asleep' he thought to himself. He tiptoed over to the bed and reached down to put the inducer on Kurt's night table. A blue hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed his wrist.
"Uhhh, you're awake," Pietro stammered. Kurt began to move and the blankets fell from over his head. His yellow eyes glowed with a type of intensity that Pietro had never seen before. And to be honest, it scared the shit out of him.
Kurt didn't speak. He just sat there, holding firmly to Pietro's wrist, and staring deeply into his eyes. He could see that Pietro was scared, and if anything, it excited him.
"I, uh, I brought back your inducer!" Pietro held out the watch with his trembling hand. Kurt stared at it for a second and then took it from him roughly. He held it up and studied it with his free hand, before throwing it across the room, and returning his gaze to Pietro.
Pietro was terrified. He had never seen Kurt so angry before. Kurt had a strong grasp on his wrist and he couldn't get free. All he could do was sit there and tremble as the other boy watched him.
Kurt just kept staring. 'He ruined your life' a small voice told him. Kurt half believed that voice. But reality began to flood in, and what Kurt now saw before him was a quivering mess. Kurt finally let go of Pietro. Pietro tried to make a break for it, but Kurt was too quick. He ported, blocking the doorway. But the port was too much for him in his weakened state. He began to sway and fell to the ground.
Pietro watched this. He could easily get away now, but guilt came over him. He helped Kurt to his feet and brought him to the bed. Kurt looked awful. And Pietro knew he was the reason.
Kurt lay down and stared at Pietro. His fierce anger became utter sadness when he opened his mouth to speak. The only word he could form was "Why?"
Pietro looked away, ashamed. "I didn't know they were going to do that."
"You didn't answer my question." The sadness in his voice had subsided. Now, there didn't appear to be a hint of emotion to his voice. It was creepy.
"I," Pietro began. "I mean, oh, Jesus Kurt! Think about it! I mean, you pranced around that school like nothing. Pretending to be normal, hiding your mutant status from everyone! While the rest of us had to deal with all the crap! It wasn't fair, and you know it. But it doesn't even matter now. You got your inducer back, and now everything can get back to normal." He stood up to leave.
"Normal?" Kurt said aggravated. "Yeah, everything can go back to normal now. For you, for everyone else. But not for me. Things will NEVER be normal for me. I can go back to that school, I can try to hide behind that image inducer again, but it doesn't change anything. No one will forget what I truly am, and they will always hate me for it."
"Oh, and you're the only one? They hate us all." Pietro turned angrily toward Kurt.
Kurt stared at him. "You have no idea what you have done Pietro, no idea." He rolled back into his bed.
"Oh please, Kurt. Don't go all melodramatic on me. It's no different for you than it is for any of us. That's why I did it. And you deserved it."
There was a pause. Pietro took this as a sign and began to leave, a feeling of victory. He had won this argument, and no longer felt guilty. But Kurt's voice stopped him.
"Do I deserve to die, Pietro?"
Pietro stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back toward the bed and saw Kurt staring at him again. His unease at the question lifted a bit and he scoffed. "What are you talking about?"
"You heard me. Do I deserve to die? For the way I look? For being a mutant? Do I?"
Pietro took a second to think. "I guess not," he said. "I mean, not for those reasons," he added with a smirk.
Kurt looked down at his hands and sighed. "That's not what I have learned, Pietro. According to others, to NORMAL people out there, I do. I don't belong here, according to them."
Pietro was confused. "They didn't try to kill you, Kurt. They threw rocks and wads of paper. I don't think you were going to die." He laughed a bit. 'There's no way he's gonna guilt trip me,' Pietro thought.
"You don't know what could have happened. I do. It starts with rocks. Eventually the rocks don't hurt anymore. That's when the mob moves to the next step. That's when you're tied to a stake, fire at your feet."
"Please, Kurt. Spare me. I don't think that'll happen."
"It has happened."
Pietro gasped inwardly. 'He's lying,' He thought to himself. 'He has to be lying.' "Yeah, right." His voice was a bit quaky.
"A little over a year ago." Tears filled Kurt's eyes as he reminisced. "My circus troupe was on the move, and had stopped for the night right outside of Wizeldorf, a small town in the German mountainside. Myself and a few of the other children decided to go into town one night to look around. I wore a large coat to hide my features. We played in the town square, running around, making quite a racket, I guess. We were having so much fun, we didn't realize that we had woken up half the town. Until we saw the angry townspeople heading our way. We began to run from them, back to our camp, but I tripped over my coat. One of the angrier men picked me up by the collar, and...." Kurt paused for a second, drawing his knees to his chest and burying his head in his arms, before continuing. "He saw my face. I had never heard someone scream like that before. Suddenly, everyone was screaming. It all happened so fast, I barely remember most of it. But I remember being hit, with everything and anything. I remember words like "demon" and "monster" being screamed. And I remember being tied up, and the fire." He looked back over to Pietro. "I, I don't really remember much after that. I just remember waking up the next day, praying it had been a dream. The third degree burns on my legs brought me back to reality, though. And I remember the Professor. He had been there, and he had saved me. And he told me about the school. I wanted to come here, for a second chance. A chance to finally fit in. And it worked. I fit in, people accepted me. Well, they did."
Pietro listened intently to every word. He was in shock. He could have never guessed that Kurt had been through so much. The guy always seemed so happy. His guilt came back full force. He had taken away Kurt's last chance to be normal. The remorse he was feeling was more than he could handle. He couldn't even look at Kurt. Quickly, he turned, and bolted out of the room. He ran until he made it back to his room. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He crumpled onto his bed, tears pouring down his face.
Hmmmm..again, I am unsure of this chapter. I dunno, what do you all think? I know I totally made up my own Winzeldorf situation, but I didn't want to get all into the whole Stefan thing..actually, I didn't want to describe any of it at all, but I did.I may change it...anyway, please review!!
Disclaimer: If you drop your keys in a river of molten lava, let them go. Cause, man, they're gone.
Pietro stepped into the darkness. He waited until his eyes adjusted. He could make out the bedroom. It looked like the bedroom of any 16 year old boy. A stereo in the corner, a few posters on the wall, some clothing strewn about. Pietro noticed the bed. 'He must be asleep' he thought to himself. He tiptoed over to the bed and reached down to put the inducer on Kurt's night table. A blue hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed his wrist.
"Uhhh, you're awake," Pietro stammered. Kurt began to move and the blankets fell from over his head. His yellow eyes glowed with a type of intensity that Pietro had never seen before. And to be honest, it scared the shit out of him.
Kurt didn't speak. He just sat there, holding firmly to Pietro's wrist, and staring deeply into his eyes. He could see that Pietro was scared, and if anything, it excited him.
"I, uh, I brought back your inducer!" Pietro held out the watch with his trembling hand. Kurt stared at it for a second and then took it from him roughly. He held it up and studied it with his free hand, before throwing it across the room, and returning his gaze to Pietro.
Pietro was terrified. He had never seen Kurt so angry before. Kurt had a strong grasp on his wrist and he couldn't get free. All he could do was sit there and tremble as the other boy watched him.
Kurt just kept staring. 'He ruined your life' a small voice told him. Kurt half believed that voice. But reality began to flood in, and what Kurt now saw before him was a quivering mess. Kurt finally let go of Pietro. Pietro tried to make a break for it, but Kurt was too quick. He ported, blocking the doorway. But the port was too much for him in his weakened state. He began to sway and fell to the ground.
Pietro watched this. He could easily get away now, but guilt came over him. He helped Kurt to his feet and brought him to the bed. Kurt looked awful. And Pietro knew he was the reason.
Kurt lay down and stared at Pietro. His fierce anger became utter sadness when he opened his mouth to speak. The only word he could form was "Why?"
Pietro looked away, ashamed. "I didn't know they were going to do that."
"You didn't answer my question." The sadness in his voice had subsided. Now, there didn't appear to be a hint of emotion to his voice. It was creepy.
"I," Pietro began. "I mean, oh, Jesus Kurt! Think about it! I mean, you pranced around that school like nothing. Pretending to be normal, hiding your mutant status from everyone! While the rest of us had to deal with all the crap! It wasn't fair, and you know it. But it doesn't even matter now. You got your inducer back, and now everything can get back to normal." He stood up to leave.
"Normal?" Kurt said aggravated. "Yeah, everything can go back to normal now. For you, for everyone else. But not for me. Things will NEVER be normal for me. I can go back to that school, I can try to hide behind that image inducer again, but it doesn't change anything. No one will forget what I truly am, and they will always hate me for it."
"Oh, and you're the only one? They hate us all." Pietro turned angrily toward Kurt.
Kurt stared at him. "You have no idea what you have done Pietro, no idea." He rolled back into his bed.
"Oh please, Kurt. Don't go all melodramatic on me. It's no different for you than it is for any of us. That's why I did it. And you deserved it."
There was a pause. Pietro took this as a sign and began to leave, a feeling of victory. He had won this argument, and no longer felt guilty. But Kurt's voice stopped him.
"Do I deserve to die, Pietro?"
Pietro stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back toward the bed and saw Kurt staring at him again. His unease at the question lifted a bit and he scoffed. "What are you talking about?"
"You heard me. Do I deserve to die? For the way I look? For being a mutant? Do I?"
Pietro took a second to think. "I guess not," he said. "I mean, not for those reasons," he added with a smirk.
Kurt looked down at his hands and sighed. "That's not what I have learned, Pietro. According to others, to NORMAL people out there, I do. I don't belong here, according to them."
Pietro was confused. "They didn't try to kill you, Kurt. They threw rocks and wads of paper. I don't think you were going to die." He laughed a bit. 'There's no way he's gonna guilt trip me,' Pietro thought.
"You don't know what could have happened. I do. It starts with rocks. Eventually the rocks don't hurt anymore. That's when the mob moves to the next step. That's when you're tied to a stake, fire at your feet."
"Please, Kurt. Spare me. I don't think that'll happen."
"It has happened."
Pietro gasped inwardly. 'He's lying,' He thought to himself. 'He has to be lying.' "Yeah, right." His voice was a bit quaky.
"A little over a year ago." Tears filled Kurt's eyes as he reminisced. "My circus troupe was on the move, and had stopped for the night right outside of Wizeldorf, a small town in the German mountainside. Myself and a few of the other children decided to go into town one night to look around. I wore a large coat to hide my features. We played in the town square, running around, making quite a racket, I guess. We were having so much fun, we didn't realize that we had woken up half the town. Until we saw the angry townspeople heading our way. We began to run from them, back to our camp, but I tripped over my coat. One of the angrier men picked me up by the collar, and...." Kurt paused for a second, drawing his knees to his chest and burying his head in his arms, before continuing. "He saw my face. I had never heard someone scream like that before. Suddenly, everyone was screaming. It all happened so fast, I barely remember most of it. But I remember being hit, with everything and anything. I remember words like "demon" and "monster" being screamed. And I remember being tied up, and the fire." He looked back over to Pietro. "I, I don't really remember much after that. I just remember waking up the next day, praying it had been a dream. The third degree burns on my legs brought me back to reality, though. And I remember the Professor. He had been there, and he had saved me. And he told me about the school. I wanted to come here, for a second chance. A chance to finally fit in. And it worked. I fit in, people accepted me. Well, they did."
Pietro listened intently to every word. He was in shock. He could have never guessed that Kurt had been through so much. The guy always seemed so happy. His guilt came back full force. He had taken away Kurt's last chance to be normal. The remorse he was feeling was more than he could handle. He couldn't even look at Kurt. Quickly, he turned, and bolted out of the room. He ran until he made it back to his room. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He crumpled onto his bed, tears pouring down his face.
Hmmmm..again, I am unsure of this chapter. I dunno, what do you all think? I know I totally made up my own Winzeldorf situation, but I didn't want to get all into the whole Stefan thing..actually, I didn't want to describe any of it at all, but I did.I may change it...anyway, please review!!
