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X: Men Evolution, X: Men and other related stuff don't belong to me!
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Halfdemon_gurl15-yup Kurt rocks!-I guess he's "hot" but I wouldn't say so in public cuz it sounds, a lil' gay, know what I mean? _
Nonya Bizness-Underdogs forever!
ManniElf18-well, I've never read any other fics that introduced Kurt's bamfing-'sides Jean says in the first movie that a mutant's powers emerge when they're in their teenage and during severe mental pressure (something like that anyway) so I decided to follow that train of thought
Raskolion Phoenix-ah, good to know somebody appreciated my poor attempt at humor (actually, I wrote the flexing incident for another character a year back for my first ever fic; it became so bad I stopped writing, for a year)
Ewkwrule-*doing poor imitation of Kurt* vhy doesn't Kurt haff hiz "funky accent"??? vell, he's speaking German-vhen he vill speak English, I'll include ze accent
Scrawler-sorry to disappoint you but this chp. does not include all the action of the circus and "Ze Incredible Nightcrawler" because there's one more incident in Kurt's life before it (at least in my opinion)
Well, here you are everyone *hands over Kurt plushies*
And onto the chp. I've been raring to write!!! :)
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Liebe Mutter (Dear Mother)
Chapter 7- Death & Discovery
The flames grow hotter and hotter Die Flammen wachsen heißer und heißer
The fires burn bright Die Feuer verbrennen hell
People carrying stakes and crosses Leute tragende Pfähle und Kreuze
Chaos in the night Chaos in der Nacht
I feel the ropes tighten around my hands Ich fühle die Seile herum meine Hände festziehen
Cutting in deeper and deeper Schneiden in tiefer und tiefer
All the while as the crowd comes closer and closer Die ganze Zeit, während die Menschenmenge näher und näher kommt
Intending to end my life Angehend zu beenden, mein Leben
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(AN-Kurt's still 14; just a few months after the last chp.)
Kurt awoke with a start.
The other night he had been up reading stories about mythical creatures such as vampires and werewolves and witches. Eric had brought it home as present for his son as something to keep him busy. He had spent the night reading the book and finished it. The book although filled with too much fantasy, had touched him. These "creatures" as the author had so callously referred to them, could just be other mutants like him. Just other teenage boys and girls unlucky not to have parents like his. The book had said that these beings were part of the forces of the Devil and should be burned at the stake to purify their souls. Many villages and towns had publicly burned people even suspected of using "dark magic". Kurt dismissed all this as a load of crap but one thought still lingered. He looked like a demon. What if somebody saw him? He would be burned at the stake along with witches and whatnot. Shivering a little, Kurt had turned out the lamp and went to bed.
And now here was, sweating like a stuck pig. Kurt ran his hand over his disheveled hair and was relieved. He was not being burned at the stake. Rowdy people were not throwing sharp stones at him and nobody was trying to kill him.
Wow, he thought, that was some graphic dream. He could swear he heard the angry mob shouting and the orange fire tickling his sensitive fur in an unpleasant manner. He rubbed his furry forearms that had been "tied together". Again wiping away the sweat from his brow, Kurt reached his neck and drew on the Cross around it. The feel of the cold metal brought him much-needed relief and he was glad to have it. In the dream, a zealous priest had ripped it away from his neck along with it some clumps of fur. The cold comfort the holy metal alleviated his frenzied mental state and calmed him down. Taking deep breaths, he glanced at the alarm clock with the fluorescent hands.
It was just two o' clock. In the two hours from midnight to one, he had given himself nightmares that had been enough for a week. Well, no use losing sleep over that anymore. Kurt yawned and lay down under the warm blankets again, this time the hard metal cross held tightly between his blue tridactyl fingers.
The next morning, he decided not to tell his parents about the hideous nightmare; why make them worry for something like that? There wasn't much of a chance of somebody seeing him anyway. Kurt hopped onto his chair and began feasting on the breakfast Margali had laid out.
Ever since Kurt had discovered teleporting or just "bamfing" as he called it, he seemed to eat more and more. Eric joked about him eating them out of house & home. Although he knew it was a joke, Kurt worked harder at cutting trees. Eric's hand injury hadn't healed very well which was the first reason why Kurt was working in the first place. Eric would tell Kurt that he needn't but Kurt always persisted and Eric had to let him do it. How else would they be able to pay for their food & accessories? Eric would watch his adopted son cut trees like there was no tomorrow. Eric looked at his reflection in a small puddle. What had he been reduced to? A man who couldn't work! A man who had to rely on his fourteen year old son to provide for the family! What kind of man did that? What kind of man allowed that? There had to be another way! Think, Eric think!
Yet all he could do was think as his son whacked away at the trees. When time came Kurt would cut them some more and load them onto the small little cart and Eric would plod off to town. His friends there would marvel at how many trees he had managed to cut even with his wounded hand. They would ask, do you have some kind of magical elf working there for you? Then they would laugh and drink beer. After sharing a few laughs, Eric would usually go home to his family.
Every day that passed, Eric thought brought him closer & closer to his family. There was no time for drinking and laughing and sharing jokes with boisterous men. He was not a young man anymore. And anyway, when he would be dying who would be there? His wife & son of course!
That evening was not as usual as the rest. Eric did go home yes but two men watched him from the darkened windows of the pub and talked of discovering how he actually kept bringing in those logs when his hand was close to useless.
They found out the location of his house the same night, from a drunk who spoke too much. They slept in sleeping bags and kept a watch on the Wagner house.
When morning came, they followed Eric and the heavily clothed person who carried the tools.
Eric always made Kurt wear lots of clothes before they set out just in case somebody did come.
He was a little taller than Eric and though did not seem very muscular was obviously strong as he held various axes and equipment in his equally covered hands.
They watched the two walk over into the forest and followed, eyes sharp & ears alert, waling warily into the forest, careful not to step on any twigs or make any kind of noise.
Kurt's sensitive ears had picked up some noise but he had dismissed it as some rabbits looking for something to eat.
After about ten minutes, they stopped. The mysterious person looked all around him and took his clothes.
"Mein Gott..."
Heinrich and Peter, the two snoops watched at first in amazement then growing horror as the person removed his clothing to reveal... a strange-looking beast with blue fur all over. It stooped a little and seemed at home with its digitigrade stance than the normal one they'd seen before. The beast looked around again and the two hid from view. Slowly recovering from their shock, they peeped over the log they been hiding behind. The beast swung its axe back and brought it forth, breaking the tree's skin. Again and again he swung, Heinrich being stronger than Peter grabbed the petrified man and quietly told him to get up. They had to get out of here and fast. Who knew what the demon could do?
"Was war das...?"
Slightly swearing the two interlopers ran away from the scene before the demon could find out that they were there. They jogged back to town where they told their story breathlessly.
"I knew it," claimed one man, "he uses demons to work for him! How else could ever bring in so much wood?!" The others roared their approval. "Call Father Tom! He will know how to purify our souls from the demon's touch."
"What about Eric & his wife?" asked a simpleton.
"They may just under the demon's spell so they just have to be bound until the demon is dead. Bring everything that you require for tonight, tonight, we shall burn him at the stake!!!" The whole bar roared along with him. They pumped their fists up high and gripped their crosses. (AN-and grabbed some beer!)
"If we can burn this killer tonight, we shall find a place in Heaven for anyone who slays a demon in the name of God will be granted that wish. So what are going to do?"
"Verbrennen Sie den Dämon!" The bar's very walls shook with their raucous shouts and threatened to give way. (AN-if only eh?)
"We shall go to the demon's home and bring it back here where it will be powerless against us, the men of God. And we shall kill it, for Fate had deigned us to that act!"
The rest of the day was spent chanting "Verbrennen Sie den Dämon! Verbrennen Sie den Dämon!" over & over again.
Meanwhile, Kurt and Eric kept on working unmindful of the "wild party" in store for them in the evening. When it was finally six o' clock, they returned home. Kurt who was thoroughly exhausted looked forward to his soft bed & warm food.
But not this...
Swarms of men emptied out of the snowy white landscape all the while screaming "Verbrennen Sie den Dämon!" and ran towards him. Kurt was transfixed, his legs couldn't move. Eric pushed him to the opposite side, towards the forest and Kurt finally began to run. Since he was able to run faster on four feet, he shifted down and started running, like an animal. The men behind him bound & gagged his father and brought out his equally helpless mother put to watch the hunt. Yes it was a hunt. And he was the prey. Kurt could've easily left the men eating his dust but he was tired. He needed a warm bath and lots of food. They also had his parents. Who knows what they would do to them if he kept on runnng?
He stopped and faced the approaching men. He lifted his hands trying to tell them to stop, instead they jumped and evade some imaginary magical beam emanating from his hands.
"Seien Sie vorsichtig," they shouted back & forth, "Es weiß Zauberei!"
So that was it eh? He was just an animal, reduced to nothing more than a flea-bitten furry "it" who knew magic.
He gripped his cross and removed it slowly and showed it to the men.
"Ich bin kein Dämon."
"Ich bin ein Mann...Gleich wie Sie."
Just as he uttered the last word somebody shot him in the chest.
The world turned dark as Kurt's limp body slumped down onto the cold snow. His red blood spread all about the white ground. (AN-he's not dead, just badly wounded)
"Come, let's take his carcass back to town and we can burn it there." (AN-they think he's dead)
The mob who had collected around his comatose body picked it up and threw it on a cart. They walked back to town with the bound Eric & Margali and the "dead" Kurt. Margali wept at the sight of her son's bleeding body and threw herself on Eric's chest. Eric himself could not hold his tears back as his pious & good-hearted son was tied to the stake right in front of him for a public burning. His child whom he had groomed for fourteen years. And these men, these arrogant men who had hunt him down walked around with their heads held high. For days they would talk of nothing except the demon they had caught "at the cost of their own lives" and whatnot. These blowhards who called themselves the "men of God". Silently he prayed for salvation. If only he could be free of these ropes then maybe he could do something. But Kurt was in bad shape. He could already be dead. No! He berated himself for thinking so. Kurt had the heart of a lion. He would not give up if there was an alternative. He would never hang his face in defeat.
Poor Kurt. This is all my fault. If only I hadn't injured my hands then maybe he would be alive. If only, if only, if only... There were so many if only's but no solutions in sight.
Slowly the night got darker and darker. The priest came to the front and tore off the cross from Kurt's neck. Kurt suddenly woke up at the jolt. His vision was hazy. All he could see was the priest chanting, no more like shouting prayers to his face. An angry crowd had formed a circle around him. He looked down to see that his feet ha been tightly bound. Groggily he tried to tell the people he was not a demon but his voice was lost in the soud of the priest praying and the people shouting.
When the priest finished, he motioned to one man. The man grinned evilly and lit a torch and brought it closer & closer. The crowd suddenly quieted.
"Ich bin kein Dämon!!!" Kurt yelled with his all his strength to no avail.
"Mutter, es redet wie ein Mann," whispered one small child.
"Hush, now don't look or else you will be scarred for life," the protective mother warned.
"No! Kurt!" Eric shouted and jumped off the cart towards his son.
"Stop the man!" yelled the priest but nobody could hold back Eric. He jumped up and down and reached the stake.
"Stop him!" yelled the priest again. This time, somebody took out a gun and shot Eric right behind his heart.
For a moment Kurt was forgotten and all focused on Eric. He faltered a little then fell down with his hands still tied behind his back.
With a growl, Kurt used his remaining strength to teleport to his father. Not waiting a minute as he couldn't waste time, he also teleported to his mother and finally teleported to the forest.
He slowly laid Eric on the ground and looked over his wounds. It was a fatal wound. Margali just wept on her husband's chest.
Eric told Kurt to stop and gently told his wife & son that he loved them. But now was not the time to stand here in the forest. They had to go away.
"Margali, do you remember your sister? Well they are performing in the next town. Take the cart and go!" Eric said with dying breath (AN-VERY long breath eh?)
Kurt gently pulled his mother off and hobbled to their home. There, they were able to patch up his wound. Margali was better and had gotten over the shock of her husband's death. Besides her son was wounded and she had to be brave for him.
Putting him underneath lots of blankets, she cooed, "Sleep now Kurt. I'll take care of everything. We'll reach the camp in three hours so don't worry."
"But Mama-" he dozed off.
Margali smiled, he was still her baby no matter what. Wiping her tears way, she set a grim face and marched the horses. They galloped into the dark night. The shrieking wind tugged at Margali's face, trying to remove her scarf. It was a cold and long night for her.
Behind underneath all the blankets, Kurt still shivered. One hand absently reached for the cross but it was not there. He shuddered and shook as the demons invaded his minds.
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They shout at me Sie schreien an mir
Jeering, screaming and taunting Verhöhnen, Schreien und Verspotten
They throw stones at me Sie werfen Steine an mich
Flinging, hurling and pelting Schleudern, Schleudern und Bewerfen
I look around only to see Ich schaue um nur an zu sehen
Anger, madness and fright Ärger, Wahnsinn und Entsetzen
Amidst the thick air and arid smoke Unter der dicken Luft und dem trockenen Rauch
Fires burning off in the dark night Feuer, ab im dunkeln Nacht zu verbrennen
I stand alone against these demons Ich stehe allein gegen diese Dämonen
Defying them all Trotzen sie alle
But how much can I take before I fall Aber wieviel, Dose die ich nehme, bevor ich falle
How long will I be able to stand Wie langer Wille ich stehen kann
How long will they accuse me of not being a man Wie langer Wille sie mich von nicht Werden eines Mannes beschuldigen
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AN (more like rants n raves :p)-
Verbrennen Sie den Dämon-Burn the demon
Was war das-What was that
Seien Sie vorsichtig-be careful
Es weiß Zauberei-It knows magic
Ich bin kein Dämon-I am not a demon
Ich bin ein Mann...Gleich wie Sie-I am a man... just like you
Mutter, es redet wie ein Mann-Mama, it talks like a man
-digitigrade means standing with the weight on the toes like Kurt/dogs/cats/etc stand/walk
-sorry for the delay but I've been busy reading Internutter's stories (they're really great!)
-the magical elf thingie-I got the idea from the "The Shoemaker & The Elves" (is that the correct title?)
-anyway, how are the poems? (be frank!)
-WOW, 7 chp. already!!! ^_^
-this story's also coming to an end because I'm gonna end with Kurt settling in Bayville (maybe about 2-3 chp. left) :(
-I'm thinking of starting a sequel; like continuing Kurt's life from teen to adult; anyway, I will be writing another story (preferable Kurtty)
-the question for today is, why d'you think Kurt's cool? (or is that too obvious?) :)
RnR if you think Lance's got the worst "uniform" and wish that Kurt'd kick his ass in one of the future episodes!!!
-10th October, '03 (5:30 AM might I add)