Author: I just like to say, I love Kurt so don't go complaining to me that
I'm an anti Nightcrawler person 'cos' I'm NOT. I just thought of this fic
and because the original Kurt was a man of God, I ended up thinking of
this. I don't have any thing agents Christianity neither because my dad's a
Christian. I'd also like to say that I don't own any of the X-Men:
Evolution Characters so pleas don't sue. Stace if you read this, please
don't hate me!
By the way the song is TOURNIQUET by EVANESCENCE^_^
Kurt's Crimson Ending
A cloud of smoke filled one of the rooms in the Xavier mansion, then a pair of blue furred feet landed neatly on the ground.
'I hate this!' Shouted the body to whom feet belonged. It was Kurt's. He had ported home from school that day, after his halo-watch malfunctioned, a few people saw and got scared as usual.
As he sat down on his bed, he pulled out a small crucifix that hung around his neck. 'Why am I like this. . .' he said to it, 'Why did you make me the way I am?' Yet silence filled the room.
Though no one would think it, Kurt was relay depressed and hated being different from the rest, and today had pushed him over the edge.
Whilst murmuring to him self he turned on his CD player and music echoed out of the speakers loudly .
The intro began, and with the music Kurt followed the words.
Pulling out a small blade he had hidden in his bag, he slit open his small tender wrist, and although he cried out in doing so, the music drowned him out.
"I tried to kill the pain"
"But only brought more"
"I lay dying"
"And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal"
His body felt numb, as if nothing relay mattered any more, and he sat on the floor watching as his own blood seeped out of him.
"I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming"
"Am I too lost to be saved?"
"Am I too lost?"
During the recent time that where hardest to get through, Kurt had turned to Christianity. Reason being he needed something to turn to, to give him strength, and even hope. But would God answer him now? Or would he have to answer to God for taking the life in which He had given him?
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
As he felt him self fad slightly, he murmured a prayer, or perhaps a confession, though he couldn't relay tell due to the music.
"Do you remember me?"
"Lost for so long"
"Will you be on the other side"
"or will you forget me?"
Just then with out warning, his survival instinct kicked in, causing him to try and prevent any more bleeding.
"I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming"
"Am I too lost to be saved?"
"Am I too lost?"
Nothing was relay working inside his head, and he tried to use a near by belt, as a noose around his wrist to slow or even stop the bleeding.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
However that proved useless, as he was too weak now to tighten it.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet
"Return to me salvation"
"(Return to me salvation)"
"(I want to die!)"
In the end, he laid back down on the now crimson floor. Hoping for release from the pain, freedom from the torment and peace from all the fighting.
He hoped that God would come for him, come for him soon.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
Now Kurt could feel nothing, nothing at all, his eyes dazed and open, bilking, focussing on the light above.
Then a face, angelic and loving, tried to speak to him through the defining music that seemed silent to him now.
"My wounds cry for the grave"
"My soul cries for deliverance"
"Will I be denied Christ?"
"Tourniquet"
"My suicide"
Her hair was brown, he face pale, eyes blue, the light above her halo.
'An angel. . .' Kurt whispered 'An angel. . .' and then he faded away. . .
Author: Weather he went up to heaven or down to hell is up to you. I'd like to think he went up to heaven. What do you think R&R^_-
PS: Sorry to any one who was offended by this fic, please don't be mad. _
By the way the song is TOURNIQUET by EVANESCENCE^_^
Kurt's Crimson Ending
A cloud of smoke filled one of the rooms in the Xavier mansion, then a pair of blue furred feet landed neatly on the ground.
'I hate this!' Shouted the body to whom feet belonged. It was Kurt's. He had ported home from school that day, after his halo-watch malfunctioned, a few people saw and got scared as usual.
As he sat down on his bed, he pulled out a small crucifix that hung around his neck. 'Why am I like this. . .' he said to it, 'Why did you make me the way I am?' Yet silence filled the room.
Though no one would think it, Kurt was relay depressed and hated being different from the rest, and today had pushed him over the edge.
Whilst murmuring to him self he turned on his CD player and music echoed out of the speakers loudly .
The intro began, and with the music Kurt followed the words.
Pulling out a small blade he had hidden in his bag, he slit open his small tender wrist, and although he cried out in doing so, the music drowned him out.
"I tried to kill the pain"
"But only brought more"
"I lay dying"
"And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal"
His body felt numb, as if nothing relay mattered any more, and he sat on the floor watching as his own blood seeped out of him.
"I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming"
"Am I too lost to be saved?"
"Am I too lost?"
During the recent time that where hardest to get through, Kurt had turned to Christianity. Reason being he needed something to turn to, to give him strength, and even hope. But would God answer him now? Or would he have to answer to God for taking the life in which He had given him?
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
As he felt him self fad slightly, he murmured a prayer, or perhaps a confession, though he couldn't relay tell due to the music.
"Do you remember me?"
"Lost for so long"
"Will you be on the other side"
"or will you forget me?"
Just then with out warning, his survival instinct kicked in, causing him to try and prevent any more bleeding.
"I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming"
"Am I too lost to be saved?"
"Am I too lost?"
Nothing was relay working inside his head, and he tried to use a near by belt, as a noose around his wrist to slow or even stop the bleeding.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
However that proved useless, as he was too weak now to tighten it.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet
"Return to me salvation"
"(Return to me salvation)"
"(I want to die!)"
In the end, he laid back down on the now crimson floor. Hoping for release from the pain, freedom from the torment and peace from all the fighting.
He hoped that God would come for him, come for him soon.
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
"My God, my tourniquet"
"Return to me salvation"
Now Kurt could feel nothing, nothing at all, his eyes dazed and open, bilking, focussing on the light above.
Then a face, angelic and loving, tried to speak to him through the defining music that seemed silent to him now.
"My wounds cry for the grave"
"My soul cries for deliverance"
"Will I be denied Christ?"
"Tourniquet"
"My suicide"
Her hair was brown, he face pale, eyes blue, the light above her halo.
'An angel. . .' Kurt whispered 'An angel. . .' and then he faded away. . .
Author: Weather he went up to heaven or down to hell is up to you. I'd like to think he went up to heaven. What do you think R&R^_-
PS: Sorry to any one who was offended by this fic, please don't be mad. _