Kurt's eyes grew wide as he looked at Graydon's smiling face. He
shook his head slowly, ignoring how tired he was starting to feel in his
entire body. He slowly tried to sit up, but he promptly fell back down with
a painful smack to the back of his head, the pain seeming to ripple all
around his head and brain.
"Nein, you are lying." He said softly, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue to keep the feeling going in his mouth. Looking Kurt over, Graydon snorted and flicked his blade away, nicking Kurt's skin and leaving a thin trail of blood behind. Kurt flinched weakly, sucking his breath between his teeth.
"I wish I was lying!" he spat, his eyes narrowed. "Haven't you ever wondered what our beloved mother was doing for four whole years when she only needed one night to kill my father? Hasn't that question ever entered your mind?" he asked. He kicked Kurt in the side, making him cry out and make a feeble attempt at curling up into the ball, his muscles so loose and unresponsive.
"I'll tell you why! It's because she got herself knocked up with me! My father offered her power and she took it, she didn't even care about you or Rogue back then. All she wanted was money. When she had me her second year as queen, she stayed around for two more years before she got bored and slew my father." Graydon's eyes became dangerous as he spoke, his teeth showing more and more with each sentence. Taking his foot, he placed it over Kurt's throat and he slowly started to press down on it.
"Do you know what it's like to be king of a great empire, and learn that the scum you hate and kill are part of your own blood line?!" he shouted down at him, pressing down harder and harder very slowly. Kurt gagged and tried to push his foot away, his head feeling woozy.
"Does it hurt?" Graydon asked, slowly leaning down so close their faces were inches apart. "Does it feel like your head is going to explode? Good, because I'm going to make you suffer before I finally hang you outside with the rest of my little garden! Maybe I'll put our adopted sister beside you? How would that sound?" he asked. Kurt wheezed, gritting his teeth weakly. Removing his foot, Graydon kicked the side of his head hard.
Groaning, Kurt was thrown a few inches from where he had lain, now laying on his face. Slowly, he tried to make his arms lift himself up, and he made it a few inches, his arms trembling with the amount of effort it took for him to stay up. He spit out some blood and he turned his head to look up at Graydon.
"You vill not touch my family." He whispered hoarsely, coughing up some more blood. "I. . . vill not let you touch any of zhem!" he growled, his bloody teeth bared at him. Slowly, he turned into his demon form and he found he could move a little bit easier in this form. His tail flicked back and forth slowly, as if he was in water.
Getting up on all fours, Kurt looked like a cornered animal as he slowly backed up and glared up at Graydon with his yellow eyes, his fangs bared. He pressed his back up against the wall before he finally stopped and waited for Graydon to do something.
Laughing, Graydon picked up Kurt's rapier and swished it about, making the air hiss like a serpent of some kind. He slowly started to walk up to Kurt, laughing harder when he hissed and arched his back slowly like a cat does when threatened.
"Yes, I knew you would do something like this eventually! Turn into the monster you really are! When I kill you, I'm going to skin your hide and use it for a carpet!" he snarled, his eyes narrowed. Before Kurt could react, Graydon lashed out with the rapier and struck his back with the flat of the blade, making him howl and stumble as he tried to get away on all fours. Graydon continued to laugh, following after Kurt, the rapier swishing in the air.
"Keep running, monster! I'll just beat you harder when I catch you!" Taking three long strides, he reached Kurt and struck him across the shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Before Kurt could get up, he kicked his chest as hard as he could, sending him slamming against the wall.
Kurt lay prone on the ground, his body trembling. He looked up at Graydon and he quickly covered his head with his arms as he was whipped across his back and shoulders with his own rapier blade. When Graydon finally stopped and backed away, Kurt stayed curled up in a ball, his body trembling.
"Oh come on!" Graydon said, throwing the rapier away. "Try and fight me! I was hoping I would get more of a fight from you than this. Who would have thought that someone who claims to be brave and a warrior is just a coward and a weakling who weeps in a ball of blue fur!" he spat. Kicking Kurt in the side once more, he backed up and looked down at him with pure disgust.
"You know what? Maybe I should let you live for a while longer; don't you think so? Then, when I kill our mother and adopted sister, I'll be able to force you to watch and listen to every scream they make!" he taunted. "What's the matter? Don't you want to say anything?" he asked. He leaned in close to Kurt's face. "What is it?"
With a blood-curdling howl, Kurt leapt on top of Graydon and ran his claws into his cheeks, ripping into his flesh. Both of them rolled on the ground, Graydon screaming in pain and Kurt in rage. Graydon kicked Kurt off with both of his feet, and Kurt landed in a crouch, his tail lashing back and forth wildly.
"You vill not touch mein family!" he snarled, standing up slowly. He swayed slowly from side to side, but he still kept footing and he kept his gaze locked with Graydon's. "I don't care vhether or not you are mein brother, I vill not hesitate to kill you to protect mein mutter und mein schwester! Gott help me, I am going to kill you!" With that said, Kurt teleported to the table and took his other rapier, leaping away from Graydon as he scooped up his other one, crouching down with each one in one hand.
"Say your prayers, mein brother!" he snarled, baring his fangs. "Tonight, you go to Hell!"
"Nein, you are lying." He said softly, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue to keep the feeling going in his mouth. Looking Kurt over, Graydon snorted and flicked his blade away, nicking Kurt's skin and leaving a thin trail of blood behind. Kurt flinched weakly, sucking his breath between his teeth.
"I wish I was lying!" he spat, his eyes narrowed. "Haven't you ever wondered what our beloved mother was doing for four whole years when she only needed one night to kill my father? Hasn't that question ever entered your mind?" he asked. He kicked Kurt in the side, making him cry out and make a feeble attempt at curling up into the ball, his muscles so loose and unresponsive.
"I'll tell you why! It's because she got herself knocked up with me! My father offered her power and she took it, she didn't even care about you or Rogue back then. All she wanted was money. When she had me her second year as queen, she stayed around for two more years before she got bored and slew my father." Graydon's eyes became dangerous as he spoke, his teeth showing more and more with each sentence. Taking his foot, he placed it over Kurt's throat and he slowly started to press down on it.
"Do you know what it's like to be king of a great empire, and learn that the scum you hate and kill are part of your own blood line?!" he shouted down at him, pressing down harder and harder very slowly. Kurt gagged and tried to push his foot away, his head feeling woozy.
"Does it hurt?" Graydon asked, slowly leaning down so close their faces were inches apart. "Does it feel like your head is going to explode? Good, because I'm going to make you suffer before I finally hang you outside with the rest of my little garden! Maybe I'll put our adopted sister beside you? How would that sound?" he asked. Kurt wheezed, gritting his teeth weakly. Removing his foot, Graydon kicked the side of his head hard.
Groaning, Kurt was thrown a few inches from where he had lain, now laying on his face. Slowly, he tried to make his arms lift himself up, and he made it a few inches, his arms trembling with the amount of effort it took for him to stay up. He spit out some blood and he turned his head to look up at Graydon.
"You vill not touch my family." He whispered hoarsely, coughing up some more blood. "I. . . vill not let you touch any of zhem!" he growled, his bloody teeth bared at him. Slowly, he turned into his demon form and he found he could move a little bit easier in this form. His tail flicked back and forth slowly, as if he was in water.
Getting up on all fours, Kurt looked like a cornered animal as he slowly backed up and glared up at Graydon with his yellow eyes, his fangs bared. He pressed his back up against the wall before he finally stopped and waited for Graydon to do something.
Laughing, Graydon picked up Kurt's rapier and swished it about, making the air hiss like a serpent of some kind. He slowly started to walk up to Kurt, laughing harder when he hissed and arched his back slowly like a cat does when threatened.
"Yes, I knew you would do something like this eventually! Turn into the monster you really are! When I kill you, I'm going to skin your hide and use it for a carpet!" he snarled, his eyes narrowed. Before Kurt could react, Graydon lashed out with the rapier and struck his back with the flat of the blade, making him howl and stumble as he tried to get away on all fours. Graydon continued to laugh, following after Kurt, the rapier swishing in the air.
"Keep running, monster! I'll just beat you harder when I catch you!" Taking three long strides, he reached Kurt and struck him across the shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Before Kurt could get up, he kicked his chest as hard as he could, sending him slamming against the wall.
Kurt lay prone on the ground, his body trembling. He looked up at Graydon and he quickly covered his head with his arms as he was whipped across his back and shoulders with his own rapier blade. When Graydon finally stopped and backed away, Kurt stayed curled up in a ball, his body trembling.
"Oh come on!" Graydon said, throwing the rapier away. "Try and fight me! I was hoping I would get more of a fight from you than this. Who would have thought that someone who claims to be brave and a warrior is just a coward and a weakling who weeps in a ball of blue fur!" he spat. Kicking Kurt in the side once more, he backed up and looked down at him with pure disgust.
"You know what? Maybe I should let you live for a while longer; don't you think so? Then, when I kill our mother and adopted sister, I'll be able to force you to watch and listen to every scream they make!" he taunted. "What's the matter? Don't you want to say anything?" he asked. He leaned in close to Kurt's face. "What is it?"
With a blood-curdling howl, Kurt leapt on top of Graydon and ran his claws into his cheeks, ripping into his flesh. Both of them rolled on the ground, Graydon screaming in pain and Kurt in rage. Graydon kicked Kurt off with both of his feet, and Kurt landed in a crouch, his tail lashing back and forth wildly.
"You vill not touch mein family!" he snarled, standing up slowly. He swayed slowly from side to side, but he still kept footing and he kept his gaze locked with Graydon's. "I don't care vhether or not you are mein brother, I vill not hesitate to kill you to protect mein mutter und mein schwester! Gott help me, I am going to kill you!" With that said, Kurt teleported to the table and took his other rapier, leaping away from Graydon as he scooped up his other one, crouching down with each one in one hand.
"Say your prayers, mein brother!" he snarled, baring his fangs. "Tonight, you go to Hell!"