"Ya sure this is the right place?" Logan asked, looking up at the
library. It was an old decrepit looking building with the smashed in
windows boarded up. The door had one large board across it, making it
impossible to simply slip into the door, or to even try and break through.
"It is." Raven assured him. "Go and give the password."
"How do we know anyone is listening?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow. Rolling his eyes, Kurt stepped up to the door.
"King Graydon Creed is a son of a bitch." He said. They waited for a moment in silence. When it started to take longer, Logan snorted.
"I knew this wasn.."
"Take my hand!" a girl's voice said, as a hand suddenly came through the door. It waited there calmly, its palm up waiting for someone to take it.
Raven walked up and took the hand, becoming invisible to the others and slipping inside. The hand came out once more and one by one, they took it and phased through the door.
When everyone was inside, they found themselves standing in front of a young woman with long chestnut curls and amber eyes. Smiling, she looked them over and headed down the dark hallway.
"Follow me if you want to meet Hank." She said over her shoulder. Sharing a confused look, they followed after her.
"I don't suppose you have a name?" Kurt asked, walking up beside her.
"My name's Kitty." She said simply. She looked over at him and smiled. "You must be those Gifted thieves we hear so much about in here." Laughing, Kurt bowed slightly.
"Guilty as charged I am afraid." He said. Behind him, Logan and Scott shared a look and Logan rolled his eyes.
"She's much to young for ya, Elf." He said. Confused, Kurt stopped and placed his hands on his hips.
"Vhat are you talking about?" he asked.
"She's only sixteen." Logan explained.
"Ach, how do you know zhat?" he demanded.
"He's right." Kitty piped in. Startled, Kurt looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I look older right? Besides, I have a boyfriend all ready named Piotr." Kurt tried his best to keep a straight face, despite Logan and Scott's barely suppressed snickers. Kitty looked at them with raised eyebrows and she shrugged, turning the corner, and leading them down a hallway.
"What do you want to talk to Hank about anyway?" she asked.
"We wish to talk to him about why the King is after both him and myself along with a few other Gifted people." Raven explained.
"Oh that. He doesn't know either, but I'm sure you both could think of something." She said. She stopped at a large door and she opened it, stepping to one side with a smile. "Go on in." she said.
Stepping inside, they found themselves inside a large and vast library filled wall to wall with books of all shapes and sizes. The topics ranged from simple child books to books of various philosophy's and doctrines. They heard two people talking behind a large shelf with child books.
"My dear friend, you're going to have to learn how to write in English if you want to make it in this country!" an educated voice said. A snort was its answer.
"I don't need to learn how to write in English! My words are made in my paintings." a voice with a Russian accent said.
"Yes, but unfortunately no one can understand what your art is trying to say." the educated voice reasoned. Walking around the shelf, they saw the two people talking and Logan couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Looks like Kurt's not the only one with blue fur!" The owner of the educated voice looked up and smiled, standing up and walking up to them.
"Why hello there. My name is Hank McCoy."
"It is." Raven assured him. "Go and give the password."
"How do we know anyone is listening?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow. Rolling his eyes, Kurt stepped up to the door.
"King Graydon Creed is a son of a bitch." He said. They waited for a moment in silence. When it started to take longer, Logan snorted.
"I knew this wasn.."
"Take my hand!" a girl's voice said, as a hand suddenly came through the door. It waited there calmly, its palm up waiting for someone to take it.
Raven walked up and took the hand, becoming invisible to the others and slipping inside. The hand came out once more and one by one, they took it and phased through the door.
When everyone was inside, they found themselves standing in front of a young woman with long chestnut curls and amber eyes. Smiling, she looked them over and headed down the dark hallway.
"Follow me if you want to meet Hank." She said over her shoulder. Sharing a confused look, they followed after her.
"I don't suppose you have a name?" Kurt asked, walking up beside her.
"My name's Kitty." She said simply. She looked over at him and smiled. "You must be those Gifted thieves we hear so much about in here." Laughing, Kurt bowed slightly.
"Guilty as charged I am afraid." He said. Behind him, Logan and Scott shared a look and Logan rolled his eyes.
"She's much to young for ya, Elf." He said. Confused, Kurt stopped and placed his hands on his hips.
"Vhat are you talking about?" he asked.
"She's only sixteen." Logan explained.
"Ach, how do you know zhat?" he demanded.
"He's right." Kitty piped in. Startled, Kurt looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I look older right? Besides, I have a boyfriend all ready named Piotr." Kurt tried his best to keep a straight face, despite Logan and Scott's barely suppressed snickers. Kitty looked at them with raised eyebrows and she shrugged, turning the corner, and leading them down a hallway.
"What do you want to talk to Hank about anyway?" she asked.
"We wish to talk to him about why the King is after both him and myself along with a few other Gifted people." Raven explained.
"Oh that. He doesn't know either, but I'm sure you both could think of something." She said. She stopped at a large door and she opened it, stepping to one side with a smile. "Go on in." she said.
Stepping inside, they found themselves inside a large and vast library filled wall to wall with books of all shapes and sizes. The topics ranged from simple child books to books of various philosophy's and doctrines. They heard two people talking behind a large shelf with child books.
"My dear friend, you're going to have to learn how to write in English if you want to make it in this country!" an educated voice said. A snort was its answer.
"I don't need to learn how to write in English! My words are made in my paintings." a voice with a Russian accent said.
"Yes, but unfortunately no one can understand what your art is trying to say." the educated voice reasoned. Walking around the shelf, they saw the two people talking and Logan couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Looks like Kurt's not the only one with blue fur!" The owner of the educated voice looked up and smiled, standing up and walking up to them.
"Why hello there. My name is Hank McCoy."