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chapter, because its really late and I need sleep, but just know I love ya!
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"AH CHOOOOOO!" Kurt sneezed loudly from where he was dusting the hallway lighting fixtures. "Dummer staub!" he muttered as he continued. He had told the Professor he was allergic to dust, but the Professor had simply reminded him the importance of following the rules. 'After all,' the Professor had said. 'A little sneezing won't kill you.
Kurt then began a sneezing fit that landed him on the floor below where he had been dusting. Thankfully he was almost done. It had been his punishment, for disobeying the Professor, to dust the entire mansion, top to bottom. But as allergic as he was and as much as he hated sneezing, the punishment did not stifle his curiosity for the girl.
He climbed back up to the ceiling and continued his dusting. A door opened down the hall and the Professor and Ororo stepped out. They didn't notice Kurt as they made their way to the elevator.
"Torey appears to be doing well," Ororo commented.
"Indeed," the Professor answered. "She seems to be trusting us more, as well as the institute. But, it has been a week, I had hoped at this point she would be more comfortable coming out of her room. All in good time, I suppose. I just hope to start working with her power soon, helping her to control it."
"Yes," Ororo pushed the button and the waited for the elevator. "And what of this new mutant sighting?"
"Yes, well, we're going to have to check into that. I would like you and Jean to accompany me. Logan can take us in the Blackbird."
"Do you think it wise to leave the children alone, Charles?" Ororo asked him.
"I'll place Scott in charge. It will only be a few hours, Ororo. I'm sure they'll be fine." They stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. Kurt smirked from the ceiling.
~&~
Kurt stood in front of the girls door nervously. He knew he wasn't supposed to be doing what he was about to do, but he couldn't help it. There was something about her, and he just knew that if she met someone kind, she would be able to really trust everyone. Everything would be fine. Kurt checked his image inducer one more time, and opened the door.
He peeked his head in. No one appeared to be home. He stepped in and looked around. Where could she be? As he stood there pondering this, he heard a toilet flush and the door across the room opened.
Torey stepped out of the bathroom and froze. The boy was back. She began to tremble. The Professor had told her that everything was safe here, he had told her that none of the other students would hurt her. And she trusted him. But years of maltreatment had caused her to immediately distrust everything. And she definitely didn't trust this boy.
"Uh, hi, again," Kurt said nervously.
Torey just stood there and stared at him. She didn't speak, mainly because she still was unable to. The boy shifted uneasily under her gaze.
"Um, I'm Kurt," he said to her. She just watched him, fearfully. "There's no need to be scared, fraulien. I'm not going to hurt you." She still watched him. "I'm one of the Professor's students. I live here." He shifted again. "I heard you're name is Torey?" She didn't answer. Kurt looked down at his foot, which was tracing circles in the carpet. "Torey's a nice name. Do you have a last name?" Still no answer. "Hmm, well, where are you from?" No answer. Why wasn't she speaking to him? "I'm from Germany, well, obviously." The girl still wouldn't open her mouth. Finally, Kurt just gave up. "Oh come on! What's wrong, Cat got your tongue?"
Torey did not appreciate that comment one bit. Her fearful expression turned into an angry scowl. She walked over to her bed and plopped down, crossing her arms and glaring at a confused Kurt.
Kurt sighed. "Uh, I'm sorry, I guess," he began to turn away from her, toward the door, sadly. "I guess I'll just go."
Torey watched as he walked toward the door dejectedly. She sighed. She kind of felt bad for the boy. After all, he was only trying to be nice. She cleared her throat loudly and the boy turned his head toward her. She patted her hand beside her on the bed, and he smiled and joined her.
The girl began to go through a series of elaborate hand gestures and signs. Kurt as slightly confused at first, but caught on quick. "You can't speak?" he asked her. She nodded. "Why not?" She shrugged. "Maybe it is a part of your mutation, ja?" She shrugged again. "So what is your mutation? The Professor had explained it, but I don't really understand. Can you show me?" She shook her head fearfully. "That's ok, you don't have to if you don't want." Then he smiled. "Would you like to see mine?" She smiled at him and nodded.
Ever the show off, Kurt stood up and began a series of stretches. The bobbed his head left and right, and cracked his back. Then, with a wink and a 'bamf!' he was gone. Torey looked around the room. He'd disappeared! Just like a week ago. As suddenly as he had gone, he was back, this time on the opposite side of her, holding a flower in his hand. "For you, fraulien," he said, handing her the flower. She blushed and took it from his hand. She noticed how he flinched slightly when she almost brushed against his fingers.
"You like, eh?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty cool, but it does have it's, er, drawbacks." He glanced at his wrist when he said this. Then he met her eyes and smiled at her. It made her smile as well. She was so happy, she'd made her first friend.
~&~
"Mutants are dangerous. Now, I'm not saying they are all bad, but how can we be sure? We need to capture them, catalog them, and keep them away from society," Senator Bradley told her.
"So you believe we should set up camps for these mutants? We should keep them in captivity?" The newspaper reporter asked him. She pushed her recorder closer to him.
Bradley chuckled. "You're putting words in my mouth. Of course I don't think they should be treated wrongly. But perhaps if we were to set up reservations for them? That way we can offer them a place to live as normal with their own kind, and at the same time keep society safe from them."
"Of course, Senator. Now, you have especially close ties to this issue. Your daughter died at the hands of a mutant. Would you like to speak about that?"
"I'd actually prefer not to, Miss Davidson. I just take consolation that my little Vi-vi is with the angels now, and she can't be hurt by these," Bradley paused, obviously battling with words in his head. "People." Suddenly, his secretary opened the door.
"Senator? There is a call for you," she told him.
"I am in an interview, Tracey. Tell them I'll call them back."
"It's a Mr. Trask, sir. He says it's urgent."
Bradley stopped. He nearly leapt out of his seat, but he took a second to compose himself, then looked to Miss Davidson. "I am so sorry to cut this short, but I must take this call." He stood up.
Miss Davidson stood as well. She extended her hand. "It's no trouble at all, Senator. Thank you for your time." She turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. Bradley watched and when the door was completely shut, he picked up the phone.
"I told you to never call me here, Trask," were the first words to leave his mouth.
"I understand, Senator, but we have some good news," Trask informed him.
"Do you have the girl?" Bradley asked him.
"Well, not quite, we-" Trask began.
"You don't even have her back? Are you joking Trask? It's been a week! Don't you understand the urgency of this matter?" Senator Bradley screamed into the phone.
"I do, Senator. We have her location, and are preparing troops to go in and get her."
"Be careful, Trask. Don't attract to much attention. That is not something any of us need right now."
"I understand. She is immobile right now. All we have to do is go and get her. It won't be difficult."
"Good. Once you have her, I want her disposed of like the mutant trash she is. I am sick of playing by the rules. She's too much of a liability at this point. Do I make myself clear?" Bradley was trying to keep his voice down, the last thing he needed was anyone knowing who or what he was talking about.
"Yes, sir, crystal." Trask replied.
"Good, now, next time you call, I hope it will be for a funeral!" Bradley hung up the phone angrily, as the Secretary entered the office.
"Senator? Your next interview is here."
Bradley checked himself over in his pocket mirror, fixed a few misplaced hairs, and practiced his smile. "Send them in."
~&~
Time sped by as Torey and Kurt hung out together. But neither really noticed. Torey was thrilled to have made a friend, and Kurt just loved making the girl laugh. Torey was so happy, happier than she'd ever been. She couldn't ever remember laughing or having as much fun as she was having with Kurt that day. Actually, she couldn't remember laughing or having fun ever. The two didn't notice as the hum of the Blackbird as it landed into the hanger.
"I am glad to see you enjoying yourself. You see? I told you you would like it here!" Kurt said to her. "But I have to go, I still have some homework to do."
Torey shook her head and pouted. Kurt just sighed. "I can't stay here all night!" Torey gave him puppy-dog eyes. "Oh, no, that's not going to work, mien friend. Seriously, I have to go. But I'll visit again. Or maybe you can come out and visit me, ja?"
Torey shook her head again, a bit of fear in her face. "I told you, there's nothing to be afraid of here. Everyone's very nice, and they'll love you. You just have to give them a chance. Now, I'm off! I will see you later!" He stood up and began to make his way out of the room. Torey smiled mischievously and caught him by the wrist, accidentally knocking her hand against his watch. Suddenly, the Kurt that Torey knew dissolved, and what was left was a fuzzy blue demon. Torey let go of him quickly and backed away. She knew it, she knew this place was too good to be true. This was no safe haven, it was no 'school for mutants'. It was hell, and here was one of hell's demon's trying to lure her into a false sense of security. God, how could she be so stupid! The demon looked at her shocked, then down at himself. He opened his mouth to speak, stepping closer to her. "Torey, I-" he started. "I mean, well, I-" he came a bit closer. Torey backed herself as far away as she could. She could feel it again, the bad thing was happening. He took one step closer to her and she couldn't stop it. She began to scream.
Kurt tried to explain to Torey, but found that he couldn't. He felt this intense draining sensation in his body and fell to the floor in pain. It was the worst pain he had ever felt. He looked up at his new friend and watched as her hands began to glow and spark with electricity. He had no idea what was going on, but he was finding it harder and harder to do anything. So he just lay, as Torey sat beside him, screaming and sobbing.
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Oh no! What will happen to Kurt! Well, ya gonna have to be patient! Anywho, please please review. And I'll see you in chapter 6!
* Dummer staub: stupid dust (according to babelfish)
Disclaimer: Here are your messages. You have 30 minutes to move your car. You have ten minutes. Your car has been impounded. Your car has been crushed into a cube. You have 30 minutes to move your cube.
~&~
"AH CHOOOOOO!" Kurt sneezed loudly from where he was dusting the hallway lighting fixtures. "Dummer staub!" he muttered as he continued. He had told the Professor he was allergic to dust, but the Professor had simply reminded him the importance of following the rules. 'After all,' the Professor had said. 'A little sneezing won't kill you.
Kurt then began a sneezing fit that landed him on the floor below where he had been dusting. Thankfully he was almost done. It had been his punishment, for disobeying the Professor, to dust the entire mansion, top to bottom. But as allergic as he was and as much as he hated sneezing, the punishment did not stifle his curiosity for the girl.
He climbed back up to the ceiling and continued his dusting. A door opened down the hall and the Professor and Ororo stepped out. They didn't notice Kurt as they made their way to the elevator.
"Torey appears to be doing well," Ororo commented.
"Indeed," the Professor answered. "She seems to be trusting us more, as well as the institute. But, it has been a week, I had hoped at this point she would be more comfortable coming out of her room. All in good time, I suppose. I just hope to start working with her power soon, helping her to control it."
"Yes," Ororo pushed the button and the waited for the elevator. "And what of this new mutant sighting?"
"Yes, well, we're going to have to check into that. I would like you and Jean to accompany me. Logan can take us in the Blackbird."
"Do you think it wise to leave the children alone, Charles?" Ororo asked him.
"I'll place Scott in charge. It will only be a few hours, Ororo. I'm sure they'll be fine." They stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. Kurt smirked from the ceiling.
~&~
Kurt stood in front of the girls door nervously. He knew he wasn't supposed to be doing what he was about to do, but he couldn't help it. There was something about her, and he just knew that if she met someone kind, she would be able to really trust everyone. Everything would be fine. Kurt checked his image inducer one more time, and opened the door.
He peeked his head in. No one appeared to be home. He stepped in and looked around. Where could she be? As he stood there pondering this, he heard a toilet flush and the door across the room opened.
Torey stepped out of the bathroom and froze. The boy was back. She began to tremble. The Professor had told her that everything was safe here, he had told her that none of the other students would hurt her. And she trusted him. But years of maltreatment had caused her to immediately distrust everything. And she definitely didn't trust this boy.
"Uh, hi, again," Kurt said nervously.
Torey just stood there and stared at him. She didn't speak, mainly because she still was unable to. The boy shifted uneasily under her gaze.
"Um, I'm Kurt," he said to her. She just watched him, fearfully. "There's no need to be scared, fraulien. I'm not going to hurt you." She still watched him. "I'm one of the Professor's students. I live here." He shifted again. "I heard you're name is Torey?" She didn't answer. Kurt looked down at his foot, which was tracing circles in the carpet. "Torey's a nice name. Do you have a last name?" Still no answer. "Hmm, well, where are you from?" No answer. Why wasn't she speaking to him? "I'm from Germany, well, obviously." The girl still wouldn't open her mouth. Finally, Kurt just gave up. "Oh come on! What's wrong, Cat got your tongue?"
Torey did not appreciate that comment one bit. Her fearful expression turned into an angry scowl. She walked over to her bed and plopped down, crossing her arms and glaring at a confused Kurt.
Kurt sighed. "Uh, I'm sorry, I guess," he began to turn away from her, toward the door, sadly. "I guess I'll just go."
Torey watched as he walked toward the door dejectedly. She sighed. She kind of felt bad for the boy. After all, he was only trying to be nice. She cleared her throat loudly and the boy turned his head toward her. She patted her hand beside her on the bed, and he smiled and joined her.
The girl began to go through a series of elaborate hand gestures and signs. Kurt as slightly confused at first, but caught on quick. "You can't speak?" he asked her. She nodded. "Why not?" She shrugged. "Maybe it is a part of your mutation, ja?" She shrugged again. "So what is your mutation? The Professor had explained it, but I don't really understand. Can you show me?" She shook her head fearfully. "That's ok, you don't have to if you don't want." Then he smiled. "Would you like to see mine?" She smiled at him and nodded.
Ever the show off, Kurt stood up and began a series of stretches. The bobbed his head left and right, and cracked his back. Then, with a wink and a 'bamf!' he was gone. Torey looked around the room. He'd disappeared! Just like a week ago. As suddenly as he had gone, he was back, this time on the opposite side of her, holding a flower in his hand. "For you, fraulien," he said, handing her the flower. She blushed and took it from his hand. She noticed how he flinched slightly when she almost brushed against his fingers.
"You like, eh?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty cool, but it does have it's, er, drawbacks." He glanced at his wrist when he said this. Then he met her eyes and smiled at her. It made her smile as well. She was so happy, she'd made her first friend.
~&~
"Mutants are dangerous. Now, I'm not saying they are all bad, but how can we be sure? We need to capture them, catalog them, and keep them away from society," Senator Bradley told her.
"So you believe we should set up camps for these mutants? We should keep them in captivity?" The newspaper reporter asked him. She pushed her recorder closer to him.
Bradley chuckled. "You're putting words in my mouth. Of course I don't think they should be treated wrongly. But perhaps if we were to set up reservations for them? That way we can offer them a place to live as normal with their own kind, and at the same time keep society safe from them."
"Of course, Senator. Now, you have especially close ties to this issue. Your daughter died at the hands of a mutant. Would you like to speak about that?"
"I'd actually prefer not to, Miss Davidson. I just take consolation that my little Vi-vi is with the angels now, and she can't be hurt by these," Bradley paused, obviously battling with words in his head. "People." Suddenly, his secretary opened the door.
"Senator? There is a call for you," she told him.
"I am in an interview, Tracey. Tell them I'll call them back."
"It's a Mr. Trask, sir. He says it's urgent."
Bradley stopped. He nearly leapt out of his seat, but he took a second to compose himself, then looked to Miss Davidson. "I am so sorry to cut this short, but I must take this call." He stood up.
Miss Davidson stood as well. She extended her hand. "It's no trouble at all, Senator. Thank you for your time." She turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. Bradley watched and when the door was completely shut, he picked up the phone.
"I told you to never call me here, Trask," were the first words to leave his mouth.
"I understand, Senator, but we have some good news," Trask informed him.
"Do you have the girl?" Bradley asked him.
"Well, not quite, we-" Trask began.
"You don't even have her back? Are you joking Trask? It's been a week! Don't you understand the urgency of this matter?" Senator Bradley screamed into the phone.
"I do, Senator. We have her location, and are preparing troops to go in and get her."
"Be careful, Trask. Don't attract to much attention. That is not something any of us need right now."
"I understand. She is immobile right now. All we have to do is go and get her. It won't be difficult."
"Good. Once you have her, I want her disposed of like the mutant trash she is. I am sick of playing by the rules. She's too much of a liability at this point. Do I make myself clear?" Bradley was trying to keep his voice down, the last thing he needed was anyone knowing who or what he was talking about.
"Yes, sir, crystal." Trask replied.
"Good, now, next time you call, I hope it will be for a funeral!" Bradley hung up the phone angrily, as the Secretary entered the office.
"Senator? Your next interview is here."
Bradley checked himself over in his pocket mirror, fixed a few misplaced hairs, and practiced his smile. "Send them in."
~&~
Time sped by as Torey and Kurt hung out together. But neither really noticed. Torey was thrilled to have made a friend, and Kurt just loved making the girl laugh. Torey was so happy, happier than she'd ever been. She couldn't ever remember laughing or having as much fun as she was having with Kurt that day. Actually, she couldn't remember laughing or having fun ever. The two didn't notice as the hum of the Blackbird as it landed into the hanger.
"I am glad to see you enjoying yourself. You see? I told you you would like it here!" Kurt said to her. "But I have to go, I still have some homework to do."
Torey shook her head and pouted. Kurt just sighed. "I can't stay here all night!" Torey gave him puppy-dog eyes. "Oh, no, that's not going to work, mien friend. Seriously, I have to go. But I'll visit again. Or maybe you can come out and visit me, ja?"
Torey shook her head again, a bit of fear in her face. "I told you, there's nothing to be afraid of here. Everyone's very nice, and they'll love you. You just have to give them a chance. Now, I'm off! I will see you later!" He stood up and began to make his way out of the room. Torey smiled mischievously and caught him by the wrist, accidentally knocking her hand against his watch. Suddenly, the Kurt that Torey knew dissolved, and what was left was a fuzzy blue demon. Torey let go of him quickly and backed away. She knew it, she knew this place was too good to be true. This was no safe haven, it was no 'school for mutants'. It was hell, and here was one of hell's demon's trying to lure her into a false sense of security. God, how could she be so stupid! The demon looked at her shocked, then down at himself. He opened his mouth to speak, stepping closer to her. "Torey, I-" he started. "I mean, well, I-" he came a bit closer. Torey backed herself as far away as she could. She could feel it again, the bad thing was happening. He took one step closer to her and she couldn't stop it. She began to scream.
Kurt tried to explain to Torey, but found that he couldn't. He felt this intense draining sensation in his body and fell to the floor in pain. It was the worst pain he had ever felt. He looked up at his new friend and watched as her hands began to glow and spark with electricity. He had no idea what was going on, but he was finding it harder and harder to do anything. So he just lay, as Torey sat beside him, screaming and sobbing.
~&~
Oh no! What will happen to Kurt! Well, ya gonna have to be patient! Anywho, please please review. And I'll see you in chapter 6!
* Dummer staub: stupid dust (according to babelfish)