When Nightcrawler reappeared in an alley, he walked out and looked
around quietly. He looked up at the top of the buildings and he narrowed
his eyes slightly, seeing black smoke rising from afar. Narrowing his eyes
a bit, he stepped back into the alley and he teleported closer towards the
smoke to see where it was coming from.
He appeared beside a building and when he looked to where the smoke was again, his eyes grew wide as he realized it was coming from a school for special people, not mutants but those who were a little slower than the "normal" people. Swiftly, he teleported to where the school was, and he found the source of the smoke.
"Burn baby!" Pyro laughed, making soldiers mounted of flaming horses ramming through the building and make the fire grow stronger every second. Swiftly, Nightcrawler turned off his image inducer and he ran to where Pyro was.
"Vhat are you doing?!" he screamed at him. "Stop it! Zhey are only children in zhere und have done nothing vrong to anyone!" Pyro gave him a mere insolent glance before he made the fire even stronger, laughing as he heard screams from inside grow more intense.
"You always were a party pooper, Nightcrawler!" he said simply. Snarling, Nightcrawler pounced on top of Pyro and stopped him from adding even more flames to the fire. The two fought wildly, Nightcrawler suffering slight burns here and there as he battled with Pyro on the floor. He raked his face with his claws and taking his head between his hands, he slammed it as hard as he could down on the concrete, knocking him out just as the police and firemen started to arrive to the scene.
"Stop where you are!" one of the officers shouted, aiming his gun at Nightcrawler. Panting, Nightcrawler looked up at the building where he could still hear screams and then back at the police. Without a word to them, he teleported inside the building.
Nightcrawler was always terrified of fire, ever since he was almost burned alive for looking different back in Winzledorf. Now, he found himself surrounded by intense flames that Pyro had made to be powerful and take hours to put out with fire hoses. Swallowing down his fear, Nightcrawler looked around to try and find the sources of the terrified screams that rang throughout the place.
He found the first group of students easily, their teacher trying to shield them from the flames. She was ready to fight with Nightcrawler but when he squatted down and held out his hands, she understood that he was only there to help them. Taking the children in his arms and with his tail, he teleported them outside and left them with the firemen before he went back inside just as fast.
He worked as fast as he could with the children, swallowing down his urge to throw up or pass out after each teleport. When he was finished, he was barely able to stand when he heard the piercing scream of a little girl still inside the school. He teleported without thinking and found that the school wasn't going to stay up much longer as a beam came crashing down and nearly crushed him.
"Young one!" he called, shielding his eyes with one hand. "Vhere are you, young one?! You must answer me!" As he dodged a crumbling piece of wall, he heard the girl scream again and he teleported blindly, risking death.
Nightcrawler was lucky enough not to find himself inside an object as he reappeared in an area he could only guess that Pyro hit first. Looking around, he spotted the little girl huddled up in a corner, flames almost taunting her as they got closer and closer by the minute. She looked up and called out something intangible when Nightcrawler watched in horror as beams fell on top of her.
"Nein!" he screamed, running to the pile, crushing his fear of fires at once as flashes of that night came back to him violently. He drove his hands into the flaming pile, smelling burned fur instantly as his feet also submerged themselves and were reunited with the lancing pains they had felt years ago.
He dug crazily, throwing flaming debris here and there as he begged God to let this little girl live through this and not be too badly burned. When he finally got to her, he thanked the Lord above that one of the beams had actually shielded her from most of the fire, only burning her arms a little bit.
Gently he picked her up in his ruined arms and he realized that he couldn't risk her life by trying to teleport in his condition so he simply hobbled as fast as he could to a large gaping hole amid the flames to freedom. Burnt flesh and fur came off as he moved, and when he finally came out of the building, it collapsed with a final scream of wood and metal alike.
Some of the rookie cops instantly drew their guns and were ready to order him to surrender when the chief cuffed a few ears, pointing out the valuable carriage Nightcrawler had. He fell to his knees with a moan and ambulance workers quickly ran up and took the child from him to care for her wounds.
"Do you need any help?" one of them asked. Nightcrawler looked up slightly and he narrowed his eyes a bit to get a better look at the worker. He took the medical kit he held with his tail and without a word, he teleported away from there at once.
The X-men arrived an hour later to clean up the mess and assess the damage down by Pyro's rampage. Scott looked around and he shook his head in disgust as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Why did Pyro and Nightcrawler do this?" he asked softly. Rogue and Piotr shared a look before they confronted Scott.
"Nightcrawler wouldn' do tha'. 'e 'ated fire." Rogue pointed out defensively.
"Da, and he would never hurt any child, even human children." Piotr added. Scott snorted, still skeptical about the new member's claims of reformnant and he was ready to argue with then when Logan came up and interrupted him.
"The cops say they saw Nightcrawler take out Pyro himself." He explained. "He also suffered a lot of damage saving most of the kids, including a little girl who says an Elf saved her. His wounds are really bad too." He added.
"How do you know he took such bad damage?" Scott asked. Logan held up a piece of burnt blue fur that made Rogue stifle a cry.
"I smelled this all over one area." He said calmly. "He dug that girl out of flaming debris and suffered massive burns to his hands and feet. The poor bastard can barely walk most likely." He turned to Rogue and Piotr. "Do you have an idea where he might have gone? He'll need Hank's help with those wounds."
"We'll go an' git 'im." Rogue said, sharing a look with Piotr. They knew exactly where Nightcrawler had gone.
He appeared beside a building and when he looked to where the smoke was again, his eyes grew wide as he realized it was coming from a school for special people, not mutants but those who were a little slower than the "normal" people. Swiftly, he teleported to where the school was, and he found the source of the smoke.
"Burn baby!" Pyro laughed, making soldiers mounted of flaming horses ramming through the building and make the fire grow stronger every second. Swiftly, Nightcrawler turned off his image inducer and he ran to where Pyro was.
"Vhat are you doing?!" he screamed at him. "Stop it! Zhey are only children in zhere und have done nothing vrong to anyone!" Pyro gave him a mere insolent glance before he made the fire even stronger, laughing as he heard screams from inside grow more intense.
"You always were a party pooper, Nightcrawler!" he said simply. Snarling, Nightcrawler pounced on top of Pyro and stopped him from adding even more flames to the fire. The two fought wildly, Nightcrawler suffering slight burns here and there as he battled with Pyro on the floor. He raked his face with his claws and taking his head between his hands, he slammed it as hard as he could down on the concrete, knocking him out just as the police and firemen started to arrive to the scene.
"Stop where you are!" one of the officers shouted, aiming his gun at Nightcrawler. Panting, Nightcrawler looked up at the building where he could still hear screams and then back at the police. Without a word to them, he teleported inside the building.
Nightcrawler was always terrified of fire, ever since he was almost burned alive for looking different back in Winzledorf. Now, he found himself surrounded by intense flames that Pyro had made to be powerful and take hours to put out with fire hoses. Swallowing down his fear, Nightcrawler looked around to try and find the sources of the terrified screams that rang throughout the place.
He found the first group of students easily, their teacher trying to shield them from the flames. She was ready to fight with Nightcrawler but when he squatted down and held out his hands, she understood that he was only there to help them. Taking the children in his arms and with his tail, he teleported them outside and left them with the firemen before he went back inside just as fast.
He worked as fast as he could with the children, swallowing down his urge to throw up or pass out after each teleport. When he was finished, he was barely able to stand when he heard the piercing scream of a little girl still inside the school. He teleported without thinking and found that the school wasn't going to stay up much longer as a beam came crashing down and nearly crushed him.
"Young one!" he called, shielding his eyes with one hand. "Vhere are you, young one?! You must answer me!" As he dodged a crumbling piece of wall, he heard the girl scream again and he teleported blindly, risking death.
Nightcrawler was lucky enough not to find himself inside an object as he reappeared in an area he could only guess that Pyro hit first. Looking around, he spotted the little girl huddled up in a corner, flames almost taunting her as they got closer and closer by the minute. She looked up and called out something intangible when Nightcrawler watched in horror as beams fell on top of her.
"Nein!" he screamed, running to the pile, crushing his fear of fires at once as flashes of that night came back to him violently. He drove his hands into the flaming pile, smelling burned fur instantly as his feet also submerged themselves and were reunited with the lancing pains they had felt years ago.
He dug crazily, throwing flaming debris here and there as he begged God to let this little girl live through this and not be too badly burned. When he finally got to her, he thanked the Lord above that one of the beams had actually shielded her from most of the fire, only burning her arms a little bit.
Gently he picked her up in his ruined arms and he realized that he couldn't risk her life by trying to teleport in his condition so he simply hobbled as fast as he could to a large gaping hole amid the flames to freedom. Burnt flesh and fur came off as he moved, and when he finally came out of the building, it collapsed with a final scream of wood and metal alike.
Some of the rookie cops instantly drew their guns and were ready to order him to surrender when the chief cuffed a few ears, pointing out the valuable carriage Nightcrawler had. He fell to his knees with a moan and ambulance workers quickly ran up and took the child from him to care for her wounds.
"Do you need any help?" one of them asked. Nightcrawler looked up slightly and he narrowed his eyes a bit to get a better look at the worker. He took the medical kit he held with his tail and without a word, he teleported away from there at once.
The X-men arrived an hour later to clean up the mess and assess the damage down by Pyro's rampage. Scott looked around and he shook his head in disgust as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Why did Pyro and Nightcrawler do this?" he asked softly. Rogue and Piotr shared a look before they confronted Scott.
"Nightcrawler wouldn' do tha'. 'e 'ated fire." Rogue pointed out defensively.
"Da, and he would never hurt any child, even human children." Piotr added. Scott snorted, still skeptical about the new member's claims of reformnant and he was ready to argue with then when Logan came up and interrupted him.
"The cops say they saw Nightcrawler take out Pyro himself." He explained. "He also suffered a lot of damage saving most of the kids, including a little girl who says an Elf saved her. His wounds are really bad too." He added.
"How do you know he took such bad damage?" Scott asked. Logan held up a piece of burnt blue fur that made Rogue stifle a cry.
"I smelled this all over one area." He said calmly. "He dug that girl out of flaming debris and suffered massive burns to his hands and feet. The poor bastard can barely walk most likely." He turned to Rogue and Piotr. "Do you have an idea where he might have gone? He'll need Hank's help with those wounds."
"We'll go an' git 'im." Rogue said, sharing a look with Piotr. They knew exactly where Nightcrawler had gone.