A/N Disclaimers are annoying...But, what are you going to do? I don't own X-Men or the song 'Angel' by Sarah McLachlan. Oh, and thanks guys of the reviews! I didn't think anyone would like it...But you proved that theory wrong! Thanks much! ^_______^ BTW I know this one's short and has a lot more religious prospective, but this is Kurt we're talking about. If you're not into that stuff then just deal with it 'til the next chapter, okay? I just kinda thought I was slacking in that so...yeah. On with the story!

Chapter V: Angel

Spend all your time waiting

for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

there's always some reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here

She clasped her shaking hands together tight, trying not to appear as weak as she was. The boiler room, even though it provided heat for the rest of the hotel, was colder than the outside possibly because of its cement surroundings. Since she had not left from when she had arrived, sitting on the cold, hard floor for so long, she was probably as cold as an ice cube. She attempted to stop her shivering, but it was given away when she opened her mouth to chattering teeth.

"K-K-Kurt....W-what are y-you doing here...?" she asked, sniffling her nose.

Kurt shut the door behind him, going over and kneeling next to her. He took her hands, feeling how freezing they were. She shook her head when he took off his jacket, putting it over her shoulders, but she was too weak to say or do anything. Instead, she just let him put an arm around her, rubbing both shoulders for friction to get her temperature up.

"You're freezing, Wictoria. Vhy do you do zis to yourself?" he inquired, and she didn't answer for a long while.

"D-do you th-think I want to...? They s-said...They said..."

He stared at her, raising an eyebrow. "Who said? Vhat are you talking about?"

"K-Kurt..." she began, shutting her one revealed eyed. "There are some things...t-that I have neglected to tell you..."

"Like vhat?" he asked.

She did not reply at first, but only sighed deeply. Victoria did not turn to look at him, for if she did their would be a greater sorrow and a greater disappointment than there needed to be. She didn't want to tell him, though she knew there was no other way, and the most honest would probably hurt him the least in the long run.

"There are these people...that I got involved with a long t-time ago because...because I thought they could help me...They were mutants, except those who were born like regular people, and they seem so trusting..."

"Are zes ze people you talk about?" he asked.

"Yes..." she answered quietly, nodding her head slowly. "Kurt...there's something I want to say, but...I'm afraid that if I do...y-you'll never want to see the likes of me again."

"Nonsense!" he laughed, shaking his head. "No matter vhat you've done, I know who you are now. Zat's all zat really matters."

"But...Kurt..." she started to cry, her voice becoming parched. "You don't understand..."

"Vhat is zere to understand? You are still a good person," he pointed out.

She couldn't possibly take much more of this. For what she was, or at least what she had tried to get away from, went against everything he was. How could she ever be friends with such a good man? She was what she was, and it didn't seem that she could ever escape from it, no matter how hard he wanted to help.

Victoria finally gazed up at him with her cold, teary eye, appearing like she could hardly say what she had to say. But finally she just got it out in the most simple way she could.

"Kurt...I kill people..."

The dark blue pigment seem to drain from his face, his shaky eyes looking back to the burning embers of the furnace and his hands loosening off her shoulders. She clenched her hands again, putting them on her forehead as she shook her head.

"I'm...I'm sorry I didn't tell you...I just thought if I didn't tell you about it...that you would except me as the person I've always wanted to be, not as the person they make me be..." Her hands fell to her sides, feeling like it was useless to explain to him when he was already too far gone to reach. "It's not like I want to kill, it's just that they make me kill. That's why my neck was bleeding, because the stuff that controls me didn't set in right and it burned around the rest of my skin...They take me away in the night, and I can't remember anything expect that I'm usually drenched in blood..." She wiped the tears around her one eye, putting her face in her hands.

"So...you have no vay of controlling zis?" he asked quietly, the shock of the matter still sinking.

"I've ran away so many times I've lost count. I've been to six contents, and every time, every single time they find me. I don't want to do this, I've never wanted to do this. Never in my life. I know I've disliked normal humans for the way they treat mutants...but no one, no one deserves to die until they're old and gray and lived their life to the fullest. The only way this could ever stop is if I died, and I've prayed so hard that when they take me away to a state that I can't remember, I won't wake up with someone else's blood on my hands..." She didn't look up, not really wanting to so he wouldn't care so much. "I won't be shocked if you leave now, Kurt, and in fact...it's probably be best if you did..."

He paused, thinking deeply in that moment of silence. Kurt stared over to her, seeing her silently sobbing and trying to wipe away her tears. If it hadn't been her fault, if she had been forced to do such horrible things, then how could she ever escape from it without help? How could he let himself walk away when she really did need kindness to guide her? Surely he could do something, anything, like getting her out of this hotel for starters and even out of the city before those people knew it. In this, he would not run away as so many others would have done, but only put his arms back around her shoulders, hugging her tight.

"I know now vhy you've felt so badly about yourself..."he said, smiling ironically. "I vill help you, no matter vhat."

So tired of the straight line

and everywhere you turn

there's vultures and thieves at your back

and the storm keeps on twisting

you keep on building the lies

that you make up for all that you lack

it don't make no difference

escaping one last time

it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

She gazed up at him with nervous eyes, slowly shaking her head in disagreement to his decision. But he only smiled still, pretty sure he had made up his mind about the situation. Victoria, however, did not want this to happen, and flailed her arms to get him away, crawling across the room to a wall where she put her back against it, shaking her head.

"No, no! Please, don't do this!" she pleaded, clasping her hands and holding them out in front of her. "I'm not worth the trouble! Please, I'll be just fine, as I always have! I...I just don't want to see you get hurt...Please, Kurt, I beg of you, just go back to the church, to the one home you have left!"

His smile faded, looking back to the furnace. Shaking his head, he spoke. "I cannot do zat."

Her face seemed puzzled. "But why? You were so much happier there, before I arrived."

"To vhat you zink I vas," he proclaimed. "You see, ze church is not really my home. Only once have I ever had a home, and zat vas back in ze circus. Ever since...it's just been a place I've occupied with my faith. Zat is...until you came..." She lowed her hand to her sides, wanting to hear more. "Vhen I arrived zere, at ze church, even ze priests vere a bit shaky of my presence. Ever since I immigrated over here, everyone but my original family had always been afraid of me. But you...ze moment I saw your eyes vhen you looked at me for ze wery first time, you vere so accepting. It vas as if...you saw past zis inner shell everyone sees and actually saw me for who I vas. Zat's vhy I can't just leave you here, all alone again as I had been, for a house is only a home vith a family and...I see you as my family...as ze real friend I never truly had..."

He smiled, thinking it funny that he had said that, but she in no way thought it was funny. She took it very seriously, and almost began to cry again. No one in her life had ever been so caring, and she had never expected anyone to be. Though now, even after everything she had said, even after she had explain what she had done, it was so heart warming, (and breaking in a sense that it was so hard to comprehend), that she stood up, fumbling over to him before she collapsed on her knees, hugging him tight. She buried her face in the side of his chest, tears rolling down the sides of her face. He was thrown back by it, but smiled anyway, hugging her back.

"D-do you r-really mean it, Kurt?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Vith all my heart," he replied. He put a hand on the back of her head, patting it softly. "I vant you to know zat I vill do everzing I can to protect you. It is ze least I can do."

She shook her head, looking up. "Why do you keep saying that? I haven't done anything and yet-" Victoria stopped when she noticed he kept on smiling.

"You're friendship is all zat I could ever ask for."

"Even after all I've done?" she asked.

"Like you said, you vere forced to do it. Surely you're mind vas conscious to vitness ze acts, but your heart and your soul vere not. You tried to resist zem ze best you could, and you did not mean to do zes zings."

"But...I didn't do any of those things on my own freewill but..." she began to cry.

"You repent for your sins, zough...And if you are sorry vith every vay of your heart and soul, especially if you really didn't do it vith your own consciousness, zen I cannot be mad at you, and I'm pretty sure God vill forgive you."

"Really...?"

"Yes, so long as you svear to learn from your mistakes and at least do everyzing in your power to avoid zes people or resist zis serum zey put in you. You, as vith everyone else in zis vorld, is one of God's children, and if you apologize for all ze wrongs you have done vith sincerity, zen like a parent he vill forgive you."

"And I am, I am sorry...I've been sorry ever since I joined that group...Are you sure, though, that your not angry at me...?"

Kurt shook his head, laughing. "If God cannot stay mad at you for wery long zen how can I possibly be angry at you for a second?"

She smiled, hugging him close once more. "Thanks Kurt. You just make my day."

He stared at the fire again, feeling it's warmth in his eyes, and thought of a solution. "You know, ve should probably leave before sun up."

"Leave? Where can we leave too?" she asked.

"Oh, I'll zink of somezing vhen ze time comes. Right now," he yawned, stretching his arms up and leaning back against the wall, "I think it's best zat ve both get a little bit of sleep."

"Yeah," she answered, leaned back as well and putting her head on his shoulder. "Sounds good to me."

They both shut their eyes and yawned, slowly dozing off in that cold, December night, for once in a long time with all at peace, even if it was for a little while...

In the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here