Chapter Two
"God has abandoned you, voman! God has abandoned you all!"
Dressed in head to toe in a sleek black and red outfit, complete with horns and a demon's pick, Nightcrawler was playing his usual part in the beloved Munich circus. The Devil. The only way that he could have a part without scaring the audience too much. They assumed his indigo-blue skin and long winding tail was part of the costume. He enjoyed it, though, because he got to use his awesome agility and acrobatic skills to his maximum.
"No! It cannot be true!" Cried a young teenager with shoulder length red hair, dressed in her own costume. She was pretending to be a monk. She wore all white robes, hood pulled over her head, and a wooden cross necklace around her neck. She was Amanda, Kurt's 'sister'.
"But it is true, voman!" With that, the Nightcrawler swept her off her feet and took off into the rafters, much to the awe of the audience. He reached the trapeze high in the air, swinging on it casually, tail helping in keeping his balance.
"Oh God. You take my breath away every time you do that." Amanda gasped. There was no use in having the crowds hear what wasn't written in the practiced script.
"I live to take your breazh avay, Amanda." Was the quiet reply. He raised his three-fingered hand up, wielding the pick. "God shall not have you, oh beauteous one! Not zhis night - nor any ozher!" The audience 'Oohed' and 'Aahed'. "Tonight, you belong to zhe Devil!" He laughed, and it echoed throughout the large, rounded tent.
Amanda shook her head and continued to go along with the script. She reached out a small hand towards the men that were waiting for her swing out. They were all dressed in angel's costumes, complete with large, white wings. "Help me, oh Lord! Send me an angel!"
But just like that, she had moved wrong. Her bare feet were slipping off the rung. She screamed as she fell. The audience gasped, they thought it was part of the script. It was holding them to their chairs, anyway. Kurt cried out, "Amanda!"
Werner, the lead angel, quickly swung out in an attempt to catch her. "I can't reach her!" He yelled, hands barely grazing fingers as she continued her plunge. There were no nets set up in this act.
Kurt watched, mouth agape, as Werner fumbled the catch. "He missed her!" In the blink of an eye and a 'Bamf!' to follow, he was gone, only a puff of blue smoke left in his wake.
Cries from the surprised crowd arose. "That demon just vanished!" Even more were from the rest of the cast in the act. "Quick, catch her!" They scrambled around aimlessly trying to figure out what to do. By now the crowd knew this was a mess-up.
'Bamf!' again, and Nightcrawler had re-appeared, with Amanda tight in his grip. His arms and tail wrapped around her. "I've got you, Amanda."
There were more screams, cries and calls. "It re-appeared!" Fingers and eyes shifted towards the creature.
Unfortunately, Kurt had no time to teleport again; they were too close to the ground by now. His back hit hard, but Amanda had landed on him as if he was her own personal pillow.
"I-I don't think that was part of the show. . ." Audience members stood to get a better look; some were rushing their children out of the tent. "Somebody call an ambulance!" Cried one being. Cast members stood around the fallen duo, shaken and scared.
It turned out that Kurt had indeed broken a few ribs, but Amanda was fine. When his 'mother', Margali, had asked him what the hell he was thinking, he answered simply.
"Zhe Devil made me do it."
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Those were the good days, when he could work at the circus without a care in the world. But now, in this prison-like place, he didn't know what to expect. Again, Kurt Wagner was on his knees before his cot, head bowed in prayer. His eyes were closed, blue-black hair falling into and around his face, and when the doors were opened and two soldiers walked in, he didn't even flinch.
"And vhile you're at it, please bless zhese soldiers, for zhey know not vhat zhey do."
Jared and another soldier, Norris, had what seemed to be another mutant under their arms, but it was void of all hair and clothing. Skin was marked and cut, but healing. Norris spoke blandly. "Put this other mutant on the cot." Turning, he saw Kurt on his knees. Arching a brow, he stepped towards him. "What the hell are you doing, mutie?" He blinked those deep brown eyes of his. "Are you praying?!" Jared turned to watch the commotion after setting the plain mutant on the other cot. "No, you don't! You don't pray! God doesn't listen to prayers from animals!!"
Kurt ignored him, pitching an attitude again. "And please bless Tiny Tim here, most of all. . ."
Jared couldn't help but laugh slightly. Seemed his views had changed since he knew what they were bringing Nightcrawler here for, so he wasn't so beat-'em-'till-they're-down anymore. Norris, on the other hand, pulled out his billy club. "That's it, demon, that was a mistake! You're a mistake! One of God's mistakes!" He raised the club above his head.
Jared gawked momentarily. "Norris, no. . ."
"You Don't Pray!!" With a harsh swing of his weapon, he had hit Kurt across the face. Hard. Kurt hit the ground instantly, lip busted open and bleeding, the warm liquid was running down the side of his face. "I'd better not catch you on your knees again, you hear me?! Not praying to my God!"
Jared stood and began shoving Norris out the door. "Get out of here, Norris! What the hell is wrong with you?"
As the door was closing behind them, Norris could still be heard. "Not my God!!"
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Just as he was praying for other people's safety, they were doing the very same for the blue fuzzy elf. The exact thought kept repeating itself through all of their minds - There are just so many people out in the world that hate mutants . . . and Kurt is as mutant as they come.
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The other mutant that Jared and Norris had brought in had grabbed Kurt's attention. He had risen from the floor and was now seated at the edge of her bed, looking down upon her pale figure. He held her hand in his own, and he spoke reassuring words to her. His lip was bleeding, as was his nose. He had that metallic taste in his mouth as well. Not fun.
"Hang in zhere. . . you've survived zhe vorst of it." A low moan escaped the other figures lips. "You'll be alright. I'm right here." He repeatedly told her, as if his words could heal her; somehow put a stop to her pain. He shook his head. "Lord . . . you need to be in a hospital, not rotting in a cell like zhis." She again cried out, and when Kurt focused on her hand, long claws began extending themselves from her fingertips. He watched in horror, golden eyes wide. "God in heaven. . ." Before he could say anymore, that same billy club was pressed against his throat. They pulled him away from the bedside.
"Watch out for those claws in her fingers. Those things are nasty sharp." One of the soldiers pointed out. Kurt figured that his favorite, Norris, was behind him even before he spoke.
"I thought they were going to remove those damn things."
The other shook his head, eyes glued to the mutant. "No, I think they put them in."
Norris tossed Kurt to the floor. "You're kidding me." With a smirk, he added, "Done any praying lately, Creepy Kurt?"
Golden orbs glanced upwards. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe away some of the blood off his lips. A small grin crossed them after that. "Yeah, vell. . . once. I couldn't help myself. But it obviously didn't get zhrough. . . because you're still ugly." His gaze then shifted towards the club being raised yet again. He shook his head and prepared for the beating. "I have got to learn to keep my mouzh shut."
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I found out what Kurt is saying! XD It's "I am a messenger of the Devil! I am the bringer of darkness! I am a demon!" Wahahahah. Anyone know what Unglaublich means? O_O Even my German speakin' pals don't know. *Shruggage* R&R!
"God has abandoned you, voman! God has abandoned you all!"
Dressed in head to toe in a sleek black and red outfit, complete with horns and a demon's pick, Nightcrawler was playing his usual part in the beloved Munich circus. The Devil. The only way that he could have a part without scaring the audience too much. They assumed his indigo-blue skin and long winding tail was part of the costume. He enjoyed it, though, because he got to use his awesome agility and acrobatic skills to his maximum.
"No! It cannot be true!" Cried a young teenager with shoulder length red hair, dressed in her own costume. She was pretending to be a monk. She wore all white robes, hood pulled over her head, and a wooden cross necklace around her neck. She was Amanda, Kurt's 'sister'.
"But it is true, voman!" With that, the Nightcrawler swept her off her feet and took off into the rafters, much to the awe of the audience. He reached the trapeze high in the air, swinging on it casually, tail helping in keeping his balance.
"Oh God. You take my breath away every time you do that." Amanda gasped. There was no use in having the crowds hear what wasn't written in the practiced script.
"I live to take your breazh avay, Amanda." Was the quiet reply. He raised his three-fingered hand up, wielding the pick. "God shall not have you, oh beauteous one! Not zhis night - nor any ozher!" The audience 'Oohed' and 'Aahed'. "Tonight, you belong to zhe Devil!" He laughed, and it echoed throughout the large, rounded tent.
Amanda shook her head and continued to go along with the script. She reached out a small hand towards the men that were waiting for her swing out. They were all dressed in angel's costumes, complete with large, white wings. "Help me, oh Lord! Send me an angel!"
But just like that, she had moved wrong. Her bare feet were slipping off the rung. She screamed as she fell. The audience gasped, they thought it was part of the script. It was holding them to their chairs, anyway. Kurt cried out, "Amanda!"
Werner, the lead angel, quickly swung out in an attempt to catch her. "I can't reach her!" He yelled, hands barely grazing fingers as she continued her plunge. There were no nets set up in this act.
Kurt watched, mouth agape, as Werner fumbled the catch. "He missed her!" In the blink of an eye and a 'Bamf!' to follow, he was gone, only a puff of blue smoke left in his wake.
Cries from the surprised crowd arose. "That demon just vanished!" Even more were from the rest of the cast in the act. "Quick, catch her!" They scrambled around aimlessly trying to figure out what to do. By now the crowd knew this was a mess-up.
'Bamf!' again, and Nightcrawler had re-appeared, with Amanda tight in his grip. His arms and tail wrapped around her. "I've got you, Amanda."
There were more screams, cries and calls. "It re-appeared!" Fingers and eyes shifted towards the creature.
Unfortunately, Kurt had no time to teleport again; they were too close to the ground by now. His back hit hard, but Amanda had landed on him as if he was her own personal pillow.
"I-I don't think that was part of the show. . ." Audience members stood to get a better look; some were rushing their children out of the tent. "Somebody call an ambulance!" Cried one being. Cast members stood around the fallen duo, shaken and scared.
It turned out that Kurt had indeed broken a few ribs, but Amanda was fine. When his 'mother', Margali, had asked him what the hell he was thinking, he answered simply.
"Zhe Devil made me do it."
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Those were the good days, when he could work at the circus without a care in the world. But now, in this prison-like place, he didn't know what to expect. Again, Kurt Wagner was on his knees before his cot, head bowed in prayer. His eyes were closed, blue-black hair falling into and around his face, and when the doors were opened and two soldiers walked in, he didn't even flinch.
"And vhile you're at it, please bless zhese soldiers, for zhey know not vhat zhey do."
Jared and another soldier, Norris, had what seemed to be another mutant under their arms, but it was void of all hair and clothing. Skin was marked and cut, but healing. Norris spoke blandly. "Put this other mutant on the cot." Turning, he saw Kurt on his knees. Arching a brow, he stepped towards him. "What the hell are you doing, mutie?" He blinked those deep brown eyes of his. "Are you praying?!" Jared turned to watch the commotion after setting the plain mutant on the other cot. "No, you don't! You don't pray! God doesn't listen to prayers from animals!!"
Kurt ignored him, pitching an attitude again. "And please bless Tiny Tim here, most of all. . ."
Jared couldn't help but laugh slightly. Seemed his views had changed since he knew what they were bringing Nightcrawler here for, so he wasn't so beat-'em-'till-they're-down anymore. Norris, on the other hand, pulled out his billy club. "That's it, demon, that was a mistake! You're a mistake! One of God's mistakes!" He raised the club above his head.
Jared gawked momentarily. "Norris, no. . ."
"You Don't Pray!!" With a harsh swing of his weapon, he had hit Kurt across the face. Hard. Kurt hit the ground instantly, lip busted open and bleeding, the warm liquid was running down the side of his face. "I'd better not catch you on your knees again, you hear me?! Not praying to my God!"
Jared stood and began shoving Norris out the door. "Get out of here, Norris! What the hell is wrong with you?"
As the door was closing behind them, Norris could still be heard. "Not my God!!"
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Just as he was praying for other people's safety, they were doing the very same for the blue fuzzy elf. The exact thought kept repeating itself through all of their minds - There are just so many people out in the world that hate mutants . . . and Kurt is as mutant as they come.
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The other mutant that Jared and Norris had brought in had grabbed Kurt's attention. He had risen from the floor and was now seated at the edge of her bed, looking down upon her pale figure. He held her hand in his own, and he spoke reassuring words to her. His lip was bleeding, as was his nose. He had that metallic taste in his mouth as well. Not fun.
"Hang in zhere. . . you've survived zhe vorst of it." A low moan escaped the other figures lips. "You'll be alright. I'm right here." He repeatedly told her, as if his words could heal her; somehow put a stop to her pain. He shook his head. "Lord . . . you need to be in a hospital, not rotting in a cell like zhis." She again cried out, and when Kurt focused on her hand, long claws began extending themselves from her fingertips. He watched in horror, golden eyes wide. "God in heaven. . ." Before he could say anymore, that same billy club was pressed against his throat. They pulled him away from the bedside.
"Watch out for those claws in her fingers. Those things are nasty sharp." One of the soldiers pointed out. Kurt figured that his favorite, Norris, was behind him even before he spoke.
"I thought they were going to remove those damn things."
The other shook his head, eyes glued to the mutant. "No, I think they put them in."
Norris tossed Kurt to the floor. "You're kidding me." With a smirk, he added, "Done any praying lately, Creepy Kurt?"
Golden orbs glanced upwards. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe away some of the blood off his lips. A small grin crossed them after that. "Yeah, vell. . . once. I couldn't help myself. But it obviously didn't get zhrough. . . because you're still ugly." His gaze then shifted towards the club being raised yet again. He shook his head and prepared for the beating. "I have got to learn to keep my mouzh shut."
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I found out what Kurt is saying! XD It's "I am a messenger of the Devil! I am the bringer of darkness! I am a demon!" Wahahahah. Anyone know what Unglaublich means? O_O Even my German speakin' pals don't know. *Shruggage* R&R!