Updating! I would have posted this early Friday afternoon (10/31), but I
pulled a Pietro. I was asleep for 16 hours (11:30 pm to 3:45 pm) but no
Nyquil or drugs of any kind were involved. And I won't scream to review
anymore, just ask.
Kaylessa: Anita Fahls is an OC character of mine. There may be another metal girl around, but Anita belongs to me. ***
Kurt
***
She was so beautiful. Tall, strong, blue...yes...blue was good. 'And she has no fear of being seen for what she is. If only I had that courage.' Kurt glanced at his image inducer, his savior, his cop-out. What was the point of using it anymore when everyone knew about mutants? Kurt wasn't a demon, just a freak.
'But...it's different now.' The world thought he was normal and his friends weird. It was the exact opposite from the mansion, where he was the scapegoat: the freak among freaks. That feeling of normalcy was all Kurt really wanted, and he guarded it with his life. But there she was, all alone. How cruel was it to make her bear the weight alone?
"Hey Kurt! Are you going to eat that? It's going, like, lukewarm."
The elf pushed the pizza towards Kitty, who had forgotten her lunch money in her room. The group of kids around him stared. The last time Kurt was asked to give up pizza, all parties involved swore it was World War Three and then some.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Jean asked. "Ja, I'm just not hungry."
"Give me your cross, Kitty. Quick!" The sophomore tossed it to Evan, who promptly laid it on the Nightcrawler's skin.
"No prob, Guys, false alarm. Kurt's just insane."
Kurt snatched up the crucifix. It felt heavy in his hand. "That's real funny, Spyke. Can't a guy just have a small appetite just once?"
"NO." The collective voice hit him like a battering ram. At least they cared underneath that barrage, unlike...who? All that popped into his head was Beauty and the Beast, the villages knocking down the door to find it empty...and a castle.
'Why does that pop up in my head? Maybe, I dreamed it? Velleicht...aber ich glaube nicht.[1] Mutti dropped me by a castle, but there was no battering ram. Ah well.'
"So, like, who is she? The Brotherhood hasn't recruited forever, and it was a member's sister last time."
"That's not necessarily the case, Kitty," Jean interjected. "This Anita could be an acolyte."
Rogue shook her head. "What's the difference? I mean, they both work with Magneto. We're goin' to hafta fight her anyway, so who cares?"
Scott looked at her and explained, "The difference is that if she's in the Brotherhood, she won't be much of a fighter and there's a possibility she'll switch to our side. An Acolyte and we have a problem. Four of them, not including Magneto, is enough to bring us to the ground. I don't want a quintet. I don't think she could be one of the Magneto's chosen few though. They're all older, out of high school. Anita is a sophomore, sixteen but still a sophomore. I know because she drove to school and takes sophomore Health. You should have heard the other students coming out of that class."
Kurt winced at the conversation. Of course she was with the Master of Metal. She obviously wasn't at the mansion.
"Whatever she is, the girl ist sehr brave. I wish I had half her courage."
Rogue laid her gloved hand awkwardly on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Kurt. This girl, she's only been like that fer a year or two. You had ta deal with it yer whole life. You had ta hide fer years, and it takes time ta come out." She smiled and gave a comforting squeeze. "One mornin' you'll wake up, look at th' inducer, and leave it on the nightstand."
"Danke Rogue, but I don't feel as you do."
Kurt got up and walked away. Anita, chewing a green apple at a table all alone, followed him. The X-Men didn't notice, their attention directed at a passing student complaining about a Freak infestation.
.
In a deserted corner of campus, Kurt rounded on Miss Fahls. "You are following me. Warum?"
"Wer bist du?"
"Was sagst du?"
"Du bist der Nightcrawler im Fernsehen, nichts?"
'Nein, wie kennt sie das? Niemand kennen ich bin der Nightcrawler, das Monster.'
"Wie blendest du aus?'
"Was?"
"Ich möchte zu auch ausblenden. Ich will ein normaler Leben. Ihre Blicke, ihre Angst...ich hasse es. Ich hasse sie! Aber sie nicht vorwerfen sind, Niemand ist."
"Xavier kann dich helfen. Er gibst du ein Hologrammgerät können, zu verheimlichst du."
"Meinst du? Ich habe es war deine Mutation gedacht. Ist es mühevoll?
"Nein, es ist nur eine Armbanduhr. Ich werde du eins angedeihen."
"Wirklich? Danke sehr."[2] (AN: Ja...ich bin einer Deutsche Schulerin...I'm a German student. I'll translate the entire conversation down below.)
Kurt stopped to look at Anita. 'We were speaking in Deutsch, in perfect, unaccented German. I was beginning to forget it, to think only in Englisch all the time.'
"Where are you from...Anita is it?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm from Germany, of course."
"Ja, ich kenne das, aber wo in Deutschland?"3
"A small village in the country. You would never have heard of it."
"Try me."
"Der Riesefuss, Giant's Foot."
"Nein..." Kurts face went pale as images bombarded him. He heard the crash of a battering ram, Mutti's scream; he smelled sulfur. He saw a stream, the water rushing around him as he cried in terror. He smelled blood.
"Nein!" He ported away. Anywhere, he didn't care. Just not by her, the child of Silke's killers.
.
.
.
.
.
.
***
1: Perhaps...but I think not.
.
2: "Who are you?"
"What are you saying?"
"You are the Nightcrawler on TV, no?"
'No, how does she know that? No one knows I am the Nightcrawler, the monster.'
"How do you blend in?"
"What?"
"I would like to blend in as well. I want a normal life. Their looks, their fear, I hate it. I hate them! But they are not to blame, no one is."
"Xavier can help you. He can give you a hologram machine, to conceal you."
"Do you mean it? I had thought it was your mutation. Is it painful?"
"No, it is only a watch. I will give you one."
"Really? Thank you."
.
3: Yes, I know that, but where in Germany?
.
That was sort of fun. I'm a freak when it comes to foreign languages. If you find it annoying, I'll do the translation blips instead: *Yes, I am speaking in German now. It has just been translated to English text.* Ah well, "Please! x 1000" reviewer, are you happy now?
One more thing...this is a fic about Anita Fahls. Not all of the sub- stories I stick in here are going to be continued. If you really like one (ex: Pietro's Sleeping Disorder), tell me and I'll consider writing a separate fic on it.
BYE, and Thank You for Reading!
Kaylessa: Anita Fahls is an OC character of mine. There may be another metal girl around, but Anita belongs to me. ***
Kurt
***
She was so beautiful. Tall, strong, blue...yes...blue was good. 'And she has no fear of being seen for what she is. If only I had that courage.' Kurt glanced at his image inducer, his savior, his cop-out. What was the point of using it anymore when everyone knew about mutants? Kurt wasn't a demon, just a freak.
'But...it's different now.' The world thought he was normal and his friends weird. It was the exact opposite from the mansion, where he was the scapegoat: the freak among freaks. That feeling of normalcy was all Kurt really wanted, and he guarded it with his life. But there she was, all alone. How cruel was it to make her bear the weight alone?
"Hey Kurt! Are you going to eat that? It's going, like, lukewarm."
The elf pushed the pizza towards Kitty, who had forgotten her lunch money in her room. The group of kids around him stared. The last time Kurt was asked to give up pizza, all parties involved swore it was World War Three and then some.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Jean asked. "Ja, I'm just not hungry."
"Give me your cross, Kitty. Quick!" The sophomore tossed it to Evan, who promptly laid it on the Nightcrawler's skin.
"No prob, Guys, false alarm. Kurt's just insane."
Kurt snatched up the crucifix. It felt heavy in his hand. "That's real funny, Spyke. Can't a guy just have a small appetite just once?"
"NO." The collective voice hit him like a battering ram. At least they cared underneath that barrage, unlike...who? All that popped into his head was Beauty and the Beast, the villages knocking down the door to find it empty...and a castle.
'Why does that pop up in my head? Maybe, I dreamed it? Velleicht...aber ich glaube nicht.[1] Mutti dropped me by a castle, but there was no battering ram. Ah well.'
"So, like, who is she? The Brotherhood hasn't recruited forever, and it was a member's sister last time."
"That's not necessarily the case, Kitty," Jean interjected. "This Anita could be an acolyte."
Rogue shook her head. "What's the difference? I mean, they both work with Magneto. We're goin' to hafta fight her anyway, so who cares?"
Scott looked at her and explained, "The difference is that if she's in the Brotherhood, she won't be much of a fighter and there's a possibility she'll switch to our side. An Acolyte and we have a problem. Four of them, not including Magneto, is enough to bring us to the ground. I don't want a quintet. I don't think she could be one of the Magneto's chosen few though. They're all older, out of high school. Anita is a sophomore, sixteen but still a sophomore. I know because she drove to school and takes sophomore Health. You should have heard the other students coming out of that class."
Kurt winced at the conversation. Of course she was with the Master of Metal. She obviously wasn't at the mansion.
"Whatever she is, the girl ist sehr brave. I wish I had half her courage."
Rogue laid her gloved hand awkwardly on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Kurt. This girl, she's only been like that fer a year or two. You had ta deal with it yer whole life. You had ta hide fer years, and it takes time ta come out." She smiled and gave a comforting squeeze. "One mornin' you'll wake up, look at th' inducer, and leave it on the nightstand."
"Danke Rogue, but I don't feel as you do."
Kurt got up and walked away. Anita, chewing a green apple at a table all alone, followed him. The X-Men didn't notice, their attention directed at a passing student complaining about a Freak infestation.
.
In a deserted corner of campus, Kurt rounded on Miss Fahls. "You are following me. Warum?"
"Wer bist du?"
"Was sagst du?"
"Du bist der Nightcrawler im Fernsehen, nichts?"
'Nein, wie kennt sie das? Niemand kennen ich bin der Nightcrawler, das Monster.'
"Wie blendest du aus?'
"Was?"
"Ich möchte zu auch ausblenden. Ich will ein normaler Leben. Ihre Blicke, ihre Angst...ich hasse es. Ich hasse sie! Aber sie nicht vorwerfen sind, Niemand ist."
"Xavier kann dich helfen. Er gibst du ein Hologrammgerät können, zu verheimlichst du."
"Meinst du? Ich habe es war deine Mutation gedacht. Ist es mühevoll?
"Nein, es ist nur eine Armbanduhr. Ich werde du eins angedeihen."
"Wirklich? Danke sehr."[2] (AN: Ja...ich bin einer Deutsche Schulerin...I'm a German student. I'll translate the entire conversation down below.)
Kurt stopped to look at Anita. 'We were speaking in Deutsch, in perfect, unaccented German. I was beginning to forget it, to think only in Englisch all the time.'
"Where are you from...Anita is it?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm from Germany, of course."
"Ja, ich kenne das, aber wo in Deutschland?"3
"A small village in the country. You would never have heard of it."
"Try me."
"Der Riesefuss, Giant's Foot."
"Nein..." Kurts face went pale as images bombarded him. He heard the crash of a battering ram, Mutti's scream; he smelled sulfur. He saw a stream, the water rushing around him as he cried in terror. He smelled blood.
"Nein!" He ported away. Anywhere, he didn't care. Just not by her, the child of Silke's killers.
.
.
.
.
.
.
***
1: Perhaps...but I think not.
.
2: "Who are you?"
"What are you saying?"
"You are the Nightcrawler on TV, no?"
'No, how does she know that? No one knows I am the Nightcrawler, the monster.'
"How do you blend in?"
"What?"
"I would like to blend in as well. I want a normal life. Their looks, their fear, I hate it. I hate them! But they are not to blame, no one is."
"Xavier can help you. He can give you a hologram machine, to conceal you."
"Do you mean it? I had thought it was your mutation. Is it painful?"
"No, it is only a watch. I will give you one."
"Really? Thank you."
.
3: Yes, I know that, but where in Germany?
.
That was sort of fun. I'm a freak when it comes to foreign languages. If you find it annoying, I'll do the translation blips instead: *Yes, I am speaking in German now. It has just been translated to English text.* Ah well, "Please! x 1000" reviewer, are you happy now?
One more thing...this is a fic about Anita Fahls. Not all of the sub- stories I stick in here are going to be continued. If you really like one (ex: Pietro's Sleeping Disorder), tell me and I'll consider writing a separate fic on it.
BYE, and Thank You for Reading!