"Get out, Ich bin ein bote des teufels! Ich bin die ausgebert des
bosen! Ich bin ein daemon!"
The deep voice slurred with a heavy german accent boomed throughout the cooridoors of the abandoned church, echoing off the tall walls, spooking all those who entered into thinking the place was haunted - by a dark demon. With puffs of sulfer-smelling blue smoke appearing here and there, the voice bouncing from floor to ceiling, it was easy to assume why. If one was lucky enough to catch a glance at the dissapearing creature, one would describe it as this: An indigo-blue monster with tall, pointed ears, piercing golden-yellow eyes, three deadly claws on each hand and foot, sharp fangs, and a long winding tail.
"Get out, Ich bi ein bote des teufels! Ich bin die ausgebert des bosen! Ich bin ein daemon!"
Fortunetly, the descriptions weren't exactly true. The creature was not a monster , but a mutant. His curse that he had been born with had forced him to hide in the shadows for most of his life, after being abandoned at birth, left by the gypsies, and abused by captives bent on using him for their sick ideas of mutant slaughter. His eyes were indeed golden-yellow, his ears pointed, tail and skin that deep blue color, but he had fingers and not claws - though it was only three on each hand. His teeth were not horrible fangs, but were indeed rather sharp.
"Ich bin ein daemon!"
Making a living from being secluded, the mutant known as Nightcrawler spent most of his time inside the old and forgotten chruch, praying. He knew that no matter what he was, how he looked, he was put onto the earth for a reason. Maybe someday he'd find out why.
SANCTUARY
"You are here, alone again, in your sveet insanity, all too calm, you hide yourself from reality. Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty? Vhen all zhe vorld turns avay to leave you lonely." Kurt Wagner was, indeed, singing lightly to himself. His voice was quiet, the strong accent of his German heritage flowing along smoothly, making every word from those blue lips seem melodious to any ear willing to listen.
"Zhe fields are filled mit desires, all voices crying for freedom. But all in vain zhey vill fade avay, zhere's only you to answer you, forever." The church walls gave the song an eerie echo, but somehow it floated along, adding to the beautiul sound.
"In blinded mind you are singing, a glorious hallelujah. Zhe distant flutter of angels, zhey're all too far, too far to reach for you." His mishapen hands were clutching to a silver cross tied around his neck, his long tail wrapped about one of the many rafters, keeping him still as he hung upside down. His coat had fallen up above his shoulders, eyes closed, ears perked, listening to make sure that none was to enter.
"I am here alone again, in mein sveet serenity, hoping you vill ever find me in any place. I vill call it solitude vhen all mein songs fade in vain, fly my voice, far avay to eternity."
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It was just past 10 o'clock at night, and the city of Manhattan was calming down from the days activity. There were no people walking the slow streets, trees swaying back and forth in the slight breeze, the stars shining out from behind the dark velvet cape that now draped the sky. There were little cars driving past, all eager people ready for a good nights rest. In a remote section of the city shadows gloomily decorated the area, and what little street lamps were there happened to be barely working. At the end of the road was the abandoned church, now grown over with weeds, the paint chipping. From the outside it looked as though a section of a wall had collasped.
Behind the doors, however, it was different.
Headlights flooded over the front as a navy blue car pulled up to the side, two men climbing out of the doors. They slammed them shut, a low thud in the night. Turning towards each other, they nodded towards the doors. They were dressed in dark colors, the taller of the two holding what seemed to be a gun in his gloved hands.
"Here's where they said the freak was. You go in and get him. I'll have the car ready." The shorter man seemed to be younger when comparing his voice to his male counterpart's.
"I don't think so. We have to do this rationally. If there is a mutie in there, I'm sure he won't be willing to come along."
"What the hell do you think the gun is for?"
"Shut up." The older man glanced towards the church, cocking his pistol. "We'll both go in." His dark brown eyes scanned the area, making sure that there wasn't anybody around in case things got bad. "Rumors say there's a demon in there, but it has to just be the mutant. Which means he's gotta be good at spooking. Do not fall for anything." Grinning, the two pushed open the doors.
Upon hearing the grunt of the wood, Nightcrawer immedietly released his necklace and dissapeared with his usual 'Bamf!', leaving behind the smoky blue substance. He reappeared high in the rafters, gazing down at the doorway with his golden hues. Locking upon the two, he narrowed his eyes. More people to cause mischief?
"Hey! Why don't you come out, little mutie freak! We know you're here." Deep blue orbs glanced about as the young man called out, determined to find the creature before the other.
"Get out, Ich bin ein bote des teufels!" His voice echoed, and he made the noise even more confusing as he teleported to a new location, continuing the chant from the other side of the church. "Ich bin die ausegebert des boren!" 'Bamf!' He now clinged to the ceiling, right above the doorway. "Ich bin ein daemon!"
The older man shook his head, grinning. He raised the pistol above his head and fired it, creating an echo to match the chant as the bullet barely missed Kurt. The mutant cried out slightly and dissapeared, re- appearing far in the back of the building. "Did you hear that, Chris? I toldja he could be hurt. I think I got him."
Christopher laughed, and cupped his gloved hands about his mouth. "Come on out! We wont hurt you if you do as we say. Otherwise, we may have to kill you." Looking over towards his partner, he grinned. "We just want to make you an offer, to help you with your problem."
Kurt shook his head, perched comfortably on his toes in the rafters. He wasn't stupid. He watched them from the short distance, debating. They obviously weren't afraid of the demon act. Now what?
The older man, Jared, pulled out his cell phone and brought it to his ear. "He's a troublemaker. I'm sure if he really felt the need, he could get out of this building. I'm calling a few others to surround us." Chris smiled. "Yes, back up near the old church. Yeah, outside. Of course we've found him. Alright."
Blinking his golden-colored hues in confusion, Kurt cocked his head. Now he wouldn't be able to teleport outside either.
Chris had narrowed his eyes, searching about. Finally, he spotted the mutant. "Hey, Jared, I found him." Jared turned and spotted him as well, cocking his gun again and firing off a few shots near where Nightcrawler was perched. The blue teleporter ducked and jumped from the rafters landing with ease upon the floor, raising his hands to his head. "You give up?" Chris questioned, blue eyes stared the creature in front of them. He could understand why mutants were wanted dead now, after seeing this thing.
Jared's deep voice broke the sudden silence. "Come here." He motioned for Nightcrawler to come closer, waving his gun rather than a friendly hand. The mutant didn't move though, only stood, watching them with his yellow eyes. "I said come here. You wouldn't want me to shoot again, would you?" No response. The man narrowed his eyes. "Damn freak." He shot, the bullent headed right for Nightcrawler's chest. Only... 'Bamf!'
"The hell?" Chris blinked, looking at the smoke. Suddenly a tail wrapped about his neck, and a pair of strong hands to hold his own down. The tail was tightening around his throat, cutting off his air supply. Chris gagged, trying to make a sound. Unfortunetly he was very unsuccessful. He lashed about randomly, but none of his kicks hit. Jared turned, pointing his pistol. The blonde man's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. If Jared fired, he would deffinetly be hit.
"Move, Chris!" He tried to bring his aim around the man, but Kurt turned with it. Finally the older man shrugged. "You've been a good partner, Chris."
He shot.
Nightcrawler released the man in his grip, watching as he fell to the floor in a puddle of blood. He took a step backwards - he hadn't meant for the man to die. Returning his gaze to the one with the gun, he felt the peircing pain before he had heard the shattering sound. He brought his hands up to the newly inflicted wound and again teleported, appearing in the back of the church once more.
When he did, the doors in the front nearly fell off their hinges when the other three men trampled in. The first thing they saw was their partner lying face first on the floor, pressumably dead. Right away they suspected that the mutant they were called to get was responsible for the damage, and immedietly thought of him as the enemy. Not like that changed much when they had already thought that he was evil, as most humans do to all mutants.
He saw them running near, guns cocked and ready for fire. The words comming from their mouths were not good ones, and the looks on their faces matched. Kurt didn't bother running again, in doing so he would probably cause more blood loss. He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, watching as they came up behind him and bound his hands together. His yellow eyes glared at Jared as he watched from a short distance, his lips curled into an evil grin. When he saw the butt of the gun come near, everything went black.
The deep voice slurred with a heavy german accent boomed throughout the cooridoors of the abandoned church, echoing off the tall walls, spooking all those who entered into thinking the place was haunted - by a dark demon. With puffs of sulfer-smelling blue smoke appearing here and there, the voice bouncing from floor to ceiling, it was easy to assume why. If one was lucky enough to catch a glance at the dissapearing creature, one would describe it as this: An indigo-blue monster with tall, pointed ears, piercing golden-yellow eyes, three deadly claws on each hand and foot, sharp fangs, and a long winding tail.
"Get out, Ich bi ein bote des teufels! Ich bin die ausgebert des bosen! Ich bin ein daemon!"
Fortunetly, the descriptions weren't exactly true. The creature was not a monster , but a mutant. His curse that he had been born with had forced him to hide in the shadows for most of his life, after being abandoned at birth, left by the gypsies, and abused by captives bent on using him for their sick ideas of mutant slaughter. His eyes were indeed golden-yellow, his ears pointed, tail and skin that deep blue color, but he had fingers and not claws - though it was only three on each hand. His teeth were not horrible fangs, but were indeed rather sharp.
"Ich bin ein daemon!"
Making a living from being secluded, the mutant known as Nightcrawler spent most of his time inside the old and forgotten chruch, praying. He knew that no matter what he was, how he looked, he was put onto the earth for a reason. Maybe someday he'd find out why.
SANCTUARY
"You are here, alone again, in your sveet insanity, all too calm, you hide yourself from reality. Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty? Vhen all zhe vorld turns avay to leave you lonely." Kurt Wagner was, indeed, singing lightly to himself. His voice was quiet, the strong accent of his German heritage flowing along smoothly, making every word from those blue lips seem melodious to any ear willing to listen.
"Zhe fields are filled mit desires, all voices crying for freedom. But all in vain zhey vill fade avay, zhere's only you to answer you, forever." The church walls gave the song an eerie echo, but somehow it floated along, adding to the beautiul sound.
"In blinded mind you are singing, a glorious hallelujah. Zhe distant flutter of angels, zhey're all too far, too far to reach for you." His mishapen hands were clutching to a silver cross tied around his neck, his long tail wrapped about one of the many rafters, keeping him still as he hung upside down. His coat had fallen up above his shoulders, eyes closed, ears perked, listening to make sure that none was to enter.
"I am here alone again, in mein sveet serenity, hoping you vill ever find me in any place. I vill call it solitude vhen all mein songs fade in vain, fly my voice, far avay to eternity."
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It was just past 10 o'clock at night, and the city of Manhattan was calming down from the days activity. There were no people walking the slow streets, trees swaying back and forth in the slight breeze, the stars shining out from behind the dark velvet cape that now draped the sky. There were little cars driving past, all eager people ready for a good nights rest. In a remote section of the city shadows gloomily decorated the area, and what little street lamps were there happened to be barely working. At the end of the road was the abandoned church, now grown over with weeds, the paint chipping. From the outside it looked as though a section of a wall had collasped.
Behind the doors, however, it was different.
Headlights flooded over the front as a navy blue car pulled up to the side, two men climbing out of the doors. They slammed them shut, a low thud in the night. Turning towards each other, they nodded towards the doors. They were dressed in dark colors, the taller of the two holding what seemed to be a gun in his gloved hands.
"Here's where they said the freak was. You go in and get him. I'll have the car ready." The shorter man seemed to be younger when comparing his voice to his male counterpart's.
"I don't think so. We have to do this rationally. If there is a mutie in there, I'm sure he won't be willing to come along."
"What the hell do you think the gun is for?"
"Shut up." The older man glanced towards the church, cocking his pistol. "We'll both go in." His dark brown eyes scanned the area, making sure that there wasn't anybody around in case things got bad. "Rumors say there's a demon in there, but it has to just be the mutant. Which means he's gotta be good at spooking. Do not fall for anything." Grinning, the two pushed open the doors.
Upon hearing the grunt of the wood, Nightcrawer immedietly released his necklace and dissapeared with his usual 'Bamf!', leaving behind the smoky blue substance. He reappeared high in the rafters, gazing down at the doorway with his golden hues. Locking upon the two, he narrowed his eyes. More people to cause mischief?
"Hey! Why don't you come out, little mutie freak! We know you're here." Deep blue orbs glanced about as the young man called out, determined to find the creature before the other.
"Get out, Ich bin ein bote des teufels!" His voice echoed, and he made the noise even more confusing as he teleported to a new location, continuing the chant from the other side of the church. "Ich bin die ausegebert des boren!" 'Bamf!' He now clinged to the ceiling, right above the doorway. "Ich bin ein daemon!"
The older man shook his head, grinning. He raised the pistol above his head and fired it, creating an echo to match the chant as the bullet barely missed Kurt. The mutant cried out slightly and dissapeared, re- appearing far in the back of the building. "Did you hear that, Chris? I toldja he could be hurt. I think I got him."
Christopher laughed, and cupped his gloved hands about his mouth. "Come on out! We wont hurt you if you do as we say. Otherwise, we may have to kill you." Looking over towards his partner, he grinned. "We just want to make you an offer, to help you with your problem."
Kurt shook his head, perched comfortably on his toes in the rafters. He wasn't stupid. He watched them from the short distance, debating. They obviously weren't afraid of the demon act. Now what?
The older man, Jared, pulled out his cell phone and brought it to his ear. "He's a troublemaker. I'm sure if he really felt the need, he could get out of this building. I'm calling a few others to surround us." Chris smiled. "Yes, back up near the old church. Yeah, outside. Of course we've found him. Alright."
Blinking his golden-colored hues in confusion, Kurt cocked his head. Now he wouldn't be able to teleport outside either.
Chris had narrowed his eyes, searching about. Finally, he spotted the mutant. "Hey, Jared, I found him." Jared turned and spotted him as well, cocking his gun again and firing off a few shots near where Nightcrawler was perched. The blue teleporter ducked and jumped from the rafters landing with ease upon the floor, raising his hands to his head. "You give up?" Chris questioned, blue eyes stared the creature in front of them. He could understand why mutants were wanted dead now, after seeing this thing.
Jared's deep voice broke the sudden silence. "Come here." He motioned for Nightcrawler to come closer, waving his gun rather than a friendly hand. The mutant didn't move though, only stood, watching them with his yellow eyes. "I said come here. You wouldn't want me to shoot again, would you?" No response. The man narrowed his eyes. "Damn freak." He shot, the bullent headed right for Nightcrawler's chest. Only... 'Bamf!'
"The hell?" Chris blinked, looking at the smoke. Suddenly a tail wrapped about his neck, and a pair of strong hands to hold his own down. The tail was tightening around his throat, cutting off his air supply. Chris gagged, trying to make a sound. Unfortunetly he was very unsuccessful. He lashed about randomly, but none of his kicks hit. Jared turned, pointing his pistol. The blonde man's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. If Jared fired, he would deffinetly be hit.
"Move, Chris!" He tried to bring his aim around the man, but Kurt turned with it. Finally the older man shrugged. "You've been a good partner, Chris."
He shot.
Nightcrawler released the man in his grip, watching as he fell to the floor in a puddle of blood. He took a step backwards - he hadn't meant for the man to die. Returning his gaze to the one with the gun, he felt the peircing pain before he had heard the shattering sound. He brought his hands up to the newly inflicted wound and again teleported, appearing in the back of the church once more.
When he did, the doors in the front nearly fell off their hinges when the other three men trampled in. The first thing they saw was their partner lying face first on the floor, pressumably dead. Right away they suspected that the mutant they were called to get was responsible for the damage, and immedietly thought of him as the enemy. Not like that changed much when they had already thought that he was evil, as most humans do to all mutants.
He saw them running near, guns cocked and ready for fire. The words comming from their mouths were not good ones, and the looks on their faces matched. Kurt didn't bother running again, in doing so he would probably cause more blood loss. He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, watching as they came up behind him and bound his hands together. His yellow eyes glared at Jared as he watched from a short distance, his lips curled into an evil grin. When he saw the butt of the gun come near, everything went black.