Kurt Wagner's eyes flew open, only to find himself staring at the far wall
of his room. He thought the wall looked rather odd-
That's when he realised he was hanging off the edge of his bed, upside down. Not really wanting to get up yet, he stared out his window, watching a pigeon lazily strut along the floor outside. Although it looked like the roof to the mutant also known as Nightcrawler.
He knew he was lucky. Not many people offer shelter to mutants, especially those that looked as strange as himself.
Nobody, that was, except for mutants as kind and rich as Professor Charles Xavier. Having being assisted by Xavier's team of mutant fighters for humanity, the X-Men, Nightcrawler decided to prove his worth and became another of these X-Men. In return, he was allowed free room and board. He was even considering becoming a teacher, maybe in self-defence or religion-
His thoughts of a better future were interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Yes? Who's there?" He called softly, his German accent quite crisp against the resonating silence. The oak door swung open and Ororo Munroe poked her head in.
"Good morning Nightcrawler. It looks like you had a good sleep." Storm chuckled as she observed her blue friend's confused look. Then, he realised what she meant and he grinned sheepishly.
"Guten morgan, Frauline Storm. I hope you were had a fine evening as well." Nightcrawler tumbled headfirst off the bed and rolled to the floor. "What brings you here?" He asked politely, standing from the floor and taking a step towards his guest.
"The Professor would like to meet all X-Men in his study. He says there's something very urgent, which needs attention. I was wondering if you'd want some company heading down that way?" Nightcrawler nodded his acknowledgment and said,
"That is very kind of you, Frauline Storm. I need only grab my coat." And he did so, BAMPH!ing across the room, taking his coat from the chair next to the door and saying, "Shall we?" Storm could only smile at the slack use of his talents, and she followed him out the door.
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The walk to the study was about a 5 minute one, given the size of the building. Rowdy teenagers were rushing around, cheering and making all sorts of noise. Breakfast was over, and children had a full day ahead of them, it being a Sunday. As Nightcrawler finally made it to a quiet and empty corridor, he heard something different. Not a scream of joy, but rather one of terror. Stopping, he looked around, trying to find the voice's owner. Storm noticed he was lagging and turned.
"Nightcrawler? Is everything alright?" He nodded and said,
"Just my ears playing tricks. I thought I heard someone screaming."
"Of course. Didn't you see what havok we just left behind?"
"No.I mean, a frightened scream." Storm's eyes narrowed in thought.
"Well, I didn't hear anything. Come on, the Professor is probably expecting us."
He agreed and kept walking. Sure, just his ears playing tricks.
But his ears had never been wrong before.
That's when he realised he was hanging off the edge of his bed, upside down. Not really wanting to get up yet, he stared out his window, watching a pigeon lazily strut along the floor outside. Although it looked like the roof to the mutant also known as Nightcrawler.
He knew he was lucky. Not many people offer shelter to mutants, especially those that looked as strange as himself.
Nobody, that was, except for mutants as kind and rich as Professor Charles Xavier. Having being assisted by Xavier's team of mutant fighters for humanity, the X-Men, Nightcrawler decided to prove his worth and became another of these X-Men. In return, he was allowed free room and board. He was even considering becoming a teacher, maybe in self-defence or religion-
His thoughts of a better future were interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Yes? Who's there?" He called softly, his German accent quite crisp against the resonating silence. The oak door swung open and Ororo Munroe poked her head in.
"Good morning Nightcrawler. It looks like you had a good sleep." Storm chuckled as she observed her blue friend's confused look. Then, he realised what she meant and he grinned sheepishly.
"Guten morgan, Frauline Storm. I hope you were had a fine evening as well." Nightcrawler tumbled headfirst off the bed and rolled to the floor. "What brings you here?" He asked politely, standing from the floor and taking a step towards his guest.
"The Professor would like to meet all X-Men in his study. He says there's something very urgent, which needs attention. I was wondering if you'd want some company heading down that way?" Nightcrawler nodded his acknowledgment and said,
"That is very kind of you, Frauline Storm. I need only grab my coat." And he did so, BAMPH!ing across the room, taking his coat from the chair next to the door and saying, "Shall we?" Storm could only smile at the slack use of his talents, and she followed him out the door.
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The walk to the study was about a 5 minute one, given the size of the building. Rowdy teenagers were rushing around, cheering and making all sorts of noise. Breakfast was over, and children had a full day ahead of them, it being a Sunday. As Nightcrawler finally made it to a quiet and empty corridor, he heard something different. Not a scream of joy, but rather one of terror. Stopping, he looked around, trying to find the voice's owner. Storm noticed he was lagging and turned.
"Nightcrawler? Is everything alright?" He nodded and said,
"Just my ears playing tricks. I thought I heard someone screaming."
"Of course. Didn't you see what havok we just left behind?"
"No.I mean, a frightened scream." Storm's eyes narrowed in thought.
"Well, I didn't hear anything. Come on, the Professor is probably expecting us."
He agreed and kept walking. Sure, just his ears playing tricks.
But his ears had never been wrong before.