A preview of this chapter: Jott, werewolf Scott, vampire Kurt. Yup, I had to turn him into a vampire.
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Back at the institute, Scott was resting. His wounds showed little signs of improvement. Jean stayed by his side, in case anything happened. She wasn't about to let him die alone. Scott sensed someone beside him. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Jean.
She was half asleep, so she didn't notice. She just sighed from waiting and exhaustion. Scott wanted to thank her for saving him, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Jean yawned and looked at him, surprised to see him awake. Scott smiled, looking into her eyes.
"Scott, are you all right??"
He gave a short nod.
Jean leaned down and hugged him, not aware of the pain she was inflicting to his arm and chest. He winced and let out a squeak.
She gasped and jumped up, letting go of him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Scott!"
"It's...a-alright." he managed to let out.
She sat down on a chair next to him and put her hand on his forehead. "So, how you doing, you gonna get better for me?"
He smiled up at her. "I'll do my best."
"You'd better, Mr. Summers, or I'll have to give you a beating," she said.
Scott smiled again. He was so happy to have Jean in his life, even if they were always just friends. But sometimes, he wished they were more than just that...
"Jean...What was that, you know that did this to me. Was it a mutant?" he asked.
Jean wanted to answer him with the truth though it was something she couldn't always give. "She WAS a mutant, like Rahne, but couldn't control her new power."
Scott felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He wasn't able to help her like a good person should have... and now she was dead.
Jean read his thoughts and tried to comfort him. "Scott, it's not your fault, and it wasn't hers! She didn't ask for it, and neither did you."
"Ask for what?"
"To be a mutant."
"You're right...I know it's not my fault really." He sighed, rolling over to his good arm to face Jean. "What about that man? What ever happened to him?"
"Well, I'm sure he's fine. We ran before he could do anything more to hurt you."
"That's what I was afraid of..." He trailed off. This man was dangerous; he nearly was able to finish Scott off that night.
"Let's not let that worry you though, you have school tomorrow!" she said enthusiastically, even though she was worried about the same thing.
"You think I'll be able to go back so soon?" He asked.
"Of course you can! You'll have to leave your arm in a cast though, but injuries have never stopped you before!"
He smiled again, "You know me. Always a fighter."
"And always a winner."
"Thanks Jean. You've always been there for me."
"Hey what are friends for?"
Scott laughed. He loved spending all this time with Jean. "So, when am I able to leave the hospital room?"
"As soon as Mr. McCoy checks your stats again. I'll give him a call," she said, calling him via mindlink.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before walking out of the infirmary.
Scott turned red as she left. [Maybe...she really does care for me,] he thought.
Mr. McCoy walked in with a smile on his face, seeing that Scott was awake and sitting up.
"Hey Mr. McCoy, how am I doing?" He greeted.
"Well, from the report Jean gave me, it seems you're doing great for someone who went through what you did."
"Tell me about it." He grunted looking at his bandaged arm.
"Well, your arm, half the skin is ripped off, and some blood vessels were severed. Your chest..." he began, going into detail, thinking Scott was serious.
Scott just silently chuckled to himself.
"Well, it seems you are well enough to leave. Here are your clothes."
"Thanks Beast," he said, grabbing then clothes with his still mobile arm.
Mr. McCoy left so Scott could change in private. After putting back on his clothes, he set out to see the professor. He walked through the halls and noticed the clock; it was 1 am! "Man I must have been out for a while..." He shook his head. Turning a corner, he looked up and almost had a heart attack; Kurt was hanging right in front of him!! He was asleep, just dangling by his feet, mouth open and fangs showing.
"God Kurt you scared the crap out of me." He said to the sleeping figure before him.
Kurt yawned and woke up at the sound of Scott's voice. "Was?"
"You startled me Kurt...After what just happened to me, I'm a little jumpy."
Kurt had no idea what had happened to Scott. "Vhat happened?"
He held up his bandaged arm. "This..." He sighed, "Some mutant attacked me."
Kurt looked at it, and smelled blood. "Kind of like vhat happened to me, somevun bit my neck."
Scott's eyes went wide. "Was it a shapeshifter?"
"I think so, ze guy vas a bat, den he turned normal, except for ze fangs..."
"What's with the sudden out break of 'shifters? Don't you think the Prof would have picked them up?"
Kurt just shrugged and jumped down from his overhead perch. "Not sure, but I'm not tired anymore. I'm going out."
Scott suddenly felt that he wasn't tired either. "Kurt wait up!" he called after him
Kurt stopped walking and turned. "Ja?"
"Mind if I walk with you?" He asked suddenly.
"Sure." They walked out into the night, Kurt knowing yet not caring about his inducer not being on. After a while of walking, Scott stopped suddenly. He realized his arm was no longer in pain. He started to unwrap some of his bandages to look at his arm, but when he did he was in shock. His arm was completely healed.
Kurt looked too. "Dude, if it wasn't hurt, why was it in a cast?"
Scott was baffled. "I...It was missing all it's skin before, I don't know how this happened."
Kurt cocked an eyebrow and looked at Scott's torn shirt and the bandages underneath. "And them?"
He unwrapped them too, seeing that they were healed as well. "This is really weird..."
Kurt felt his neck; the bite marks were still there, along with dry blood. For some reason he didn't know, he tasted it. And enjoyed it...
Scott looked over to Kurt and coked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He questioned.
Kurt removed his finger from his mouth and wiped the blood off quickly. "Nothing."
This night was seeming pretty strange to Scott, and something told him, things would only be getting weirder.
Kurt looked up at the moon and back at Scott, who seemed... hairier.
Scott looked down at his hands, seeing that they were growing fur. He screamed in surprise. "What's going on?" He looked to Kurt for any form of help.
Kurt looked at him helplessly. "I don't know!"
Pain ripped through his body and he began to change further.
"Scott! Vait here! I'm going to get help!" Kurt ported into the mansion.
Scott heard a loud crack as his kneecaps changed direction. "What's happening to me!" he managed to cough out before a muzzle bulged out of his face. His glasses fell off, and a thin ray of light escaped before his powers ceased working. His spine stretched, and a tail popped out of his back with a rip.
Kurt reappeared with Jean and Beast. He watched his friend drop to his hands and feet as paws grew.
Jean clasped her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, what's happening to him?"
Nobody was sure, but Kurt said one word: "Werewolf."
Beast looked at Kurt skeptically. "Kurt, you and I both know that werewolves aren't real-" But he was suddenly cut off by a now fully changed Scott, lunging for him.
Blue fur mixed with brown rolled across the lawn as Hank tried to get free. "Scott, off!!"
Scott just snarled, fighting to gain control of Beast. Beast brought a fist down on the wolf's head, stunning it.
Beast looked up at Jean "Quick, Jean! See if you can't knock him out, brute force can only do so much. Use your powers!"
She held him up in the air, and could see blood on Hank's blue fur. Luckily, it was only from claws and not teeth.
The now wolven Scott thrashed around in the air.
Kurt, seeing the blood on Hank, smiled and began to walk towards him. Each step brought him closer to food... Hank was too busy looking at Scott to even see Kurt drawing closer, but Hank felt the warm tongue licking his leg.
He jumped seeing Kurt was behind it. "Kurt, what ARE you doing?" He demanded
Kurt didn't answer, just went for the blood again.
Hank backed up, scared by Kurt's actions.
Kurt blinked before looking up at the scared face of Hank. "What happened?" he asked, not remembering the blood episode.
"You were just licking the blood off my leg!" He said shaking.
"No I..." Kurt began before he tasted blood. He yelped and tried to get the taste out.
Hank looked up to the sky. "Something is very...very wrong in Bayville..."
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If you liked this chapter, next chapter is MUCH more... graphic. I'm changing the rating to R...
Scott kills, Kurt feeds... And one of the X-Men die...
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Back at the institute, Scott was resting. His wounds showed little signs of improvement. Jean stayed by his side, in case anything happened. She wasn't about to let him die alone. Scott sensed someone beside him. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Jean.
She was half asleep, so she didn't notice. She just sighed from waiting and exhaustion. Scott wanted to thank her for saving him, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak.
Jean yawned and looked at him, surprised to see him awake. Scott smiled, looking into her eyes.
"Scott, are you all right??"
He gave a short nod.
Jean leaned down and hugged him, not aware of the pain she was inflicting to his arm and chest. He winced and let out a squeak.
She gasped and jumped up, letting go of him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Scott!"
"It's...a-alright." he managed to let out.
She sat down on a chair next to him and put her hand on his forehead. "So, how you doing, you gonna get better for me?"
He smiled up at her. "I'll do my best."
"You'd better, Mr. Summers, or I'll have to give you a beating," she said.
Scott smiled again. He was so happy to have Jean in his life, even if they were always just friends. But sometimes, he wished they were more than just that...
"Jean...What was that, you know that did this to me. Was it a mutant?" he asked.
Jean wanted to answer him with the truth though it was something she couldn't always give. "She WAS a mutant, like Rahne, but couldn't control her new power."
Scott felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He wasn't able to help her like a good person should have... and now she was dead.
Jean read his thoughts and tried to comfort him. "Scott, it's not your fault, and it wasn't hers! She didn't ask for it, and neither did you."
"Ask for what?"
"To be a mutant."
"You're right...I know it's not my fault really." He sighed, rolling over to his good arm to face Jean. "What about that man? What ever happened to him?"
"Well, I'm sure he's fine. We ran before he could do anything more to hurt you."
"That's what I was afraid of..." He trailed off. This man was dangerous; he nearly was able to finish Scott off that night.
"Let's not let that worry you though, you have school tomorrow!" she said enthusiastically, even though she was worried about the same thing.
"You think I'll be able to go back so soon?" He asked.
"Of course you can! You'll have to leave your arm in a cast though, but injuries have never stopped you before!"
He smiled again, "You know me. Always a fighter."
"And always a winner."
"Thanks Jean. You've always been there for me."
"Hey what are friends for?"
Scott laughed. He loved spending all this time with Jean. "So, when am I able to leave the hospital room?"
"As soon as Mr. McCoy checks your stats again. I'll give him a call," she said, calling him via mindlink.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before walking out of the infirmary.
Scott turned red as she left. [Maybe...she really does care for me,] he thought.
Mr. McCoy walked in with a smile on his face, seeing that Scott was awake and sitting up.
"Hey Mr. McCoy, how am I doing?" He greeted.
"Well, from the report Jean gave me, it seems you're doing great for someone who went through what you did."
"Tell me about it." He grunted looking at his bandaged arm.
"Well, your arm, half the skin is ripped off, and some blood vessels were severed. Your chest..." he began, going into detail, thinking Scott was serious.
Scott just silently chuckled to himself.
"Well, it seems you are well enough to leave. Here are your clothes."
"Thanks Beast," he said, grabbing then clothes with his still mobile arm.
Mr. McCoy left so Scott could change in private. After putting back on his clothes, he set out to see the professor. He walked through the halls and noticed the clock; it was 1 am! "Man I must have been out for a while..." He shook his head. Turning a corner, he looked up and almost had a heart attack; Kurt was hanging right in front of him!! He was asleep, just dangling by his feet, mouth open and fangs showing.
"God Kurt you scared the crap out of me." He said to the sleeping figure before him.
Kurt yawned and woke up at the sound of Scott's voice. "Was?"
"You startled me Kurt...After what just happened to me, I'm a little jumpy."
Kurt had no idea what had happened to Scott. "Vhat happened?"
He held up his bandaged arm. "This..." He sighed, "Some mutant attacked me."
Kurt looked at it, and smelled blood. "Kind of like vhat happened to me, somevun bit my neck."
Scott's eyes went wide. "Was it a shapeshifter?"
"I think so, ze guy vas a bat, den he turned normal, except for ze fangs..."
"What's with the sudden out break of 'shifters? Don't you think the Prof would have picked them up?"
Kurt just shrugged and jumped down from his overhead perch. "Not sure, but I'm not tired anymore. I'm going out."
Scott suddenly felt that he wasn't tired either. "Kurt wait up!" he called after him
Kurt stopped walking and turned. "Ja?"
"Mind if I walk with you?" He asked suddenly.
"Sure." They walked out into the night, Kurt knowing yet not caring about his inducer not being on. After a while of walking, Scott stopped suddenly. He realized his arm was no longer in pain. He started to unwrap some of his bandages to look at his arm, but when he did he was in shock. His arm was completely healed.
Kurt looked too. "Dude, if it wasn't hurt, why was it in a cast?"
Scott was baffled. "I...It was missing all it's skin before, I don't know how this happened."
Kurt cocked an eyebrow and looked at Scott's torn shirt and the bandages underneath. "And them?"
He unwrapped them too, seeing that they were healed as well. "This is really weird..."
Kurt felt his neck; the bite marks were still there, along with dry blood. For some reason he didn't know, he tasted it. And enjoyed it...
Scott looked over to Kurt and coked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He questioned.
Kurt removed his finger from his mouth and wiped the blood off quickly. "Nothing."
This night was seeming pretty strange to Scott, and something told him, things would only be getting weirder.
Kurt looked up at the moon and back at Scott, who seemed... hairier.
Scott looked down at his hands, seeing that they were growing fur. He screamed in surprise. "What's going on?" He looked to Kurt for any form of help.
Kurt looked at him helplessly. "I don't know!"
Pain ripped through his body and he began to change further.
"Scott! Vait here! I'm going to get help!" Kurt ported into the mansion.
Scott heard a loud crack as his kneecaps changed direction. "What's happening to me!" he managed to cough out before a muzzle bulged out of his face. His glasses fell off, and a thin ray of light escaped before his powers ceased working. His spine stretched, and a tail popped out of his back with a rip.
Kurt reappeared with Jean and Beast. He watched his friend drop to his hands and feet as paws grew.
Jean clasped her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, what's happening to him?"
Nobody was sure, but Kurt said one word: "Werewolf."
Beast looked at Kurt skeptically. "Kurt, you and I both know that werewolves aren't real-" But he was suddenly cut off by a now fully changed Scott, lunging for him.
Blue fur mixed with brown rolled across the lawn as Hank tried to get free. "Scott, off!!"
Scott just snarled, fighting to gain control of Beast. Beast brought a fist down on the wolf's head, stunning it.
Beast looked up at Jean "Quick, Jean! See if you can't knock him out, brute force can only do so much. Use your powers!"
She held him up in the air, and could see blood on Hank's blue fur. Luckily, it was only from claws and not teeth.
The now wolven Scott thrashed around in the air.
Kurt, seeing the blood on Hank, smiled and began to walk towards him. Each step brought him closer to food... Hank was too busy looking at Scott to even see Kurt drawing closer, but Hank felt the warm tongue licking his leg.
He jumped seeing Kurt was behind it. "Kurt, what ARE you doing?" He demanded
Kurt didn't answer, just went for the blood again.
Hank backed up, scared by Kurt's actions.
Kurt blinked before looking up at the scared face of Hank. "What happened?" he asked, not remembering the blood episode.
"You were just licking the blood off my leg!" He said shaking.
"No I..." Kurt began before he tasted blood. He yelped and tried to get the taste out.
Hank looked up to the sky. "Something is very...very wrong in Bayville..."
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If you liked this chapter, next chapter is MUCH more... graphic. I'm changing the rating to R...
Scott kills, Kurt feeds... And one of the X-Men die...