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Liebe Mutter (Dear Mother)
Chapter 6- Bamf
Kurt was as happy as could be. He played outside while Margali cooked inside and Eric was busy in the forest cutting trees. Kurt was free to do whatever he wanted.
The energetic young mutant would spend most of his time walking in the forest. He would run after rabbits and try to spot deer. Since there were no wild animals at all, Eric and Margali let him have his fun. He was old enough to enjoy some independence.
The first winter came and went. The leaves fell and the animals hibernated. The nights were longer and the days colder. Kurt made snowmen with his father and mother. Sometimes he slept on the white ground and made snow angels (AN: is that right?). When the summer came, Kurt would walk around in shorts and a vest since his natural fur already provided quite a lot of warmth. He gradually began joining his father cutting trees. He would carry some of the tools and the two would walk deeper into the forest as Eric told his enraptured son about the world. I used to be a sailor before he met Margali and settled down, he explained.
"How big is the world, Papa?" asked the wide-eyed Kurt.
Grinning, Eric messed up Kurt's hair and laughed a little. "The world is a very large place my dear Kurt; one day you too will see all of it," continued Eric.
"Do you really think so father?" asked Kurt doubtfully. "What about my... the way I look?"
Without breaking the smile on his face, Eric replied, "I promise you my son, one day you will be able to walk among normal people too. And they will treat you as an equal, with respect even."
"But what if they don't?"
Stopping, Eric turned to Kurt. Putting on a grave look he said, "Worrying about tomorrow will only bring turmoil today Kurt. Just trust me. You will have a normal life and I will make sure you do!"
Hearing his serious voice made Kurt cringe a little but he was happy. His "Papa" would keep him safe. If anybody tried to do anything to Kurt, his father would stop them. Kurt felt an immense love spread through his heart for this man who life was being disrupted by his existence.
"Now that's enough serious talk for today," Eric said as he saw his son's brow darken, "right now you've got to help me cut this tree."
Kurt quickly smiled and complied.
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(fast-forward to fourteen year old Kurt)
The years had come and gone as fast as the seasons had. At the age of 47, Eric was still a strong man but nowadays he cut less trees and did not lift his son up very much. Margali at the age of 44 was as cheery as ever but the wrinkles around her face were all too evident. Kurt had grown up into a rather normal teenage boy albeit the obvious differences.
His fur had become darker so Kurt could easily hide in the shadows. His tail had become longer and more prehensile. After spending years practicing using it to pick up things of even hold him up, it enhanced his natural agility. His three fingered hands and feet stayed the same; there were no growth of nails as Kurt had hoped. If nails did form, he would look even more demonic. Yet you had to admit he look good, Kurt thought to himself looking in the mirror. His blue hair had grown long and he had combed them into long bangs onto either side of his face which was handsome although covered by blue fur. He also had developed a quite lean body and lifting wood exercised his muscles. He stood there for a minute bare-chested flexing his imaginary muscles in all sorts of poses, flashing a charming grin to imaginary fangirls not realizing that his mother was watching.
"Hahahahaha, oh Kurt that was too much," Margali broke into peals of laughter.
"MAMA!" Kurt shouted shocked.
"Hahahaha, your father's arrived. Come let's have lunch. Hahaha," Margali laughed uncontrollably.
Pouting Kurt led the way and sat down at the table where Eric was reading the weekly paper he had just brought from town. He looked up at the fuming Kurt and the laughing Margali and smiled. He thanked God for this blessing. What would he do without them?
"And what did little Kurt do today?" Eric asked, joining in the fun.
"He was... he was," Margali laughed heartily, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
"I was... just checking my body Papa," Kurt explained shooting a glare at his still-laughing mother, "That's not funny, is it?"
"You're right Kurt," Eric said in a grave voice, "Actually it's unspeakably funny!!!"
Kurt watched amazed as Eric fell down from his chair laughing.
"Okay, okay," said Kurt.
Eric and Margali calmed down and sat, but not before letting out a few chuckles of laughter at their growing up son.
Margali was thoughtful. Her baby Kurt was already 14-years old! He was checking out his body today. Tomorrow he would want to know about girls. The day after he would have a girl-friend and so on. Quickly wiping her tears away before anyone could see, she joined her husband and son and dug into the meal.
As the food disappeared under their forks, Eric asked Kurt in a playful manner, "So son, do you think those muscles of yours can help me?"
"Yes father, just let's forget about the thing today morning, okay?" Kurt replied blushing.
The two then packed their tools and set out onto the path that led into the forest.
It was spring and the forest was all green again. Rabbits and deer and birds and whatnot littered the woods and it was like a big zoo.
Kurt carried the tools as Eric had injured his left hand the other day and couldn't carry his axe.
Reaching the spot where they usually worked, Kurt stopped and set the tools down on the ground. Eric lumbered onto a stump and started directing his son.
Kurt worked mechanically, thinking nothing but to get the large tree on the floor before he got tired. His lean arms swung up and down in an arc as he hacked away at the bark of the thick tree. After enough trees were cut, he would come up here with their cart and horse and load up the wood for selling in town.
Eric watched his young son work. Kurt was already 14. The years had passed so quickly. Eric could still remember the small quivering form under the blankets inside the basket. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and removed his a ring from his index finger. The golden ring was a family heirloom worn by generations of men of the Wagner family. He had inherited it from his father when he was fourteen and he sought to do the same with Kurt. He examined it carefully one last time before he had to give it to its new wearer.
The gold ring was supposed to be more than two hundred years old, worn by about twenty men. He was the twenty-first once and his son Kurt would be the twenty-second ring-bearer. It had been made of pure 24-karat gold and was very durable. Eric used to polish it daily so it still glowed in the sun but Kurt would have to do that now. He looked up to where Kurt was resting for a while.
"Hey Kurt! Come here, I want to give you something," shouted Eric.
Kurt came closer and noticed the ring held between his father's fingers. Eric then proceeded to tell his successor about its history. Kurtfelt honored and said so.
"Thank you father. I will not fail you," Kurt replied.
Eric gently threw the ring towards his son. The golden ring glimmered in the sun's ray as it went up and then came down. Kurt stood with open plams as the ring began its destination towards him.
Suddenly a black bird shot of out nowhere and grabbed the ring, and flew up.
Kurt and Eric were stunned; the family heirloom had been stolen, by a bird at that! Eric jumped up and Kurt snapped out of his reverie and they chased the bird. The black flew for sometime before finally settling on a nest on a branch in the higher parts of a tall tree. It looked down at the two humans and cawed as if mocking them.
"Stupid magpie! What do we do now?" Eric exclaimed.
"I climb the tree," Kurt stated simply.
"But that's too high son, you'll fall down and-" Eric said.
"Just trust me Papa," Kurt replied firmly.
First Kurt stripped off his shirt which was wet with sweat then he removed his shoes and jumped onto the tree. Straddling it he began climbing slowly at first then rather fast afterwards, grabbing branches where there were any. Eric watched from below with horror if Kurt should fall as the magpie still caw-cawed at them.
Grimacing Kurt pushed his body higher and higher. Just when he was about to reach the nest, the branch under his foot snapped and he almost fell.
"Kurt!" Eric shouted from below.
"I'm okay!" Kurt shouted back before continuing.
He soon reached the nest. The magpie had flown away by now, bored with the humans and left the ring in it's home. Kurt gingerly felt for the ring with one hand as he held onto a higher branch for dear life. Aha, there it was! He grabbed the ring and stuffed tightly into the pocket of his shorts and started descending.
"I've got it Papa," Kurt shouted once he was a little lower.
"Great! Just come down safely now," Eric breathed a sigh of relief.
"No problem!" came back Kurt's jolly reply.
Feeling tired he stepped onto a longer branch and stretched his arms.
*CRACK*
"What the-" Kurt exclaimed. Suddenly he was falling down headfirst. He looked below him and a chilling fear ran down his spine as the ground came up to meet him.
"KUUURTTT!!!" Eric shouted, unable to do anything else as his son came hurtling down like a comet.
"NOOO!!!" Kurt screamed when he was about ten feet away from being a roadside pizza.
*BAMF*
Eric opened his eyes to see nothing. Where was Kurt? Where was his mangled body? Oh God where was he??? Frantically he looked hither and thither.
"Up here Papa," came the shaken shout from Kurt.
Eric looked up to see Kurt tightly holding onto a branch.
"What happened?" both asked at the same time.
"I don't know, I just... I just came here," Kurt said shivering with fear.
"There was also a funny kind of noise if I remember, something like a balloon being burst yet also not like it." Eric observed.
"I'm going try it again, Papa," Kurt said bravely and let go of the branch.
"No Kurt!"
Kurt fell down some more and suddenly another sound.
*BAMF*
This time Eric had been watching. Kurt had just disappeared leaving behind a sound a some kind of dark smoke in the air where he used to be. Somebody tapped him on the shoulder. Eric whirled around to see Kurt alive.
"I think it's a part of mutation Kurt," Eric explained," You can disappear and reappear at will, somehow."
"Wow! Cooool!" Kurt said. "Come one, let's tell Mom."
"One thing Kurt, don't tell her that you fell down. Just tell her that it just happened. Okay?"
"Of course Papa. Let's not worry her."
The day ended with the Wagner's buzzing about Kurt's newfound powers as a magpie with yellow eyes watched through the open window.
Kurt was growing up to be a very fine young man. Mystique silently thanked God that such good people like Eric and Margali had found Kurt. Then she was off. Her son was in good hands. Eric had proven that he could and would protect Kurt from the world and Margali, well she had been the mother to Kurt Mystique could never have been.
Yes her son was in good hands. There was no use looking after him anymore.
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AN-
-changed Eric & Margali's ages so they aren't TOO old (33 and 30 at the beginning; 47 & 44 now after 14 years)
-put the "ring thing" as an excuse for Kurt to climb the tree so don't say it doesn't exist
-Kurt ain't so lil' now is he?
-I can finally write the next chp now!!! :D
-incidentally, this chp was supposed to chp. 5 but you know what happened...
-was the prev. chp okay?
-if you don't get the reference to Nepal check out my profile for some pretty interesting (or strange) things 'bout me
RnR if you support underdogs and I'll give ya a virtual Kurt plushie!!!
-7th October, '03