CHAPTER 2: THE CHANGES BEGIN
Kurt sat perched atop his small bed, grasping his rosary beads and cross, eyes closed reverently. He was saying a rapid prayer in German, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Finally he stopped in mid-sentence, his golden eyes opening. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. He couldn't concentrate at all, his mind just wouldn't calm itself. His vision was a little fuzzy as he looked around his room. The walls were adorned with his circus posters, and he'd hung a few crosses up. There was a lit candle on his desk, around which he usually placed his prayer beads. Besides that, the room was plain. Wooden floors, a large window looking out over the nearby forest. Suddenly everything seemed to tilt, and Kurt fell back against his wall as a wave of nasuea washed over him. He squeezed his eyes shut and disapeared with a small 'popping' sound, reappearing outside a second later. A cool breeze swept over his face, blowing away the feeling of vertigo. "Ahh...that is better." A rustle in the bushes to his left caused him to teleport onto a tree branch directly above him. He peered through the foliage, only to see Scott slowly walk into the clearing. Kurt nimbly lept down with a sigh of relief.
"Kurt! Geez, you scared me." Scott grumbled, looking through his red glasses. Kurt only smiled.
"You scared me too, my friend. Vhat brings you out here?" Kurt could guess what had brought Scott outside...He was still suffering his loss of Jean, though over the past few days he'd slowly been improving. Not that the improvements were much, but he was at least eatting his meals in the dinning hall again, rather than alone in his room. Scott heaved a large sigh.
"I just needed some fresh air, that's all. And you?" Kurt could tell from the way Scott was shifting uneasily from foot to foot that he really wanted to be alone, and was just being polite.
"The same. But I think I'll go to bed early tonight. Gute nacht." And with that, he disapeared. Scott sat down on the weather-beaten bench. Every day all he could see was her face, all he could hear was her voice. All he could feel was the place in his heart that she'd left empty. He put his hand to his chest and grasped his denim jacket. He missed her so much, and it hurt so much...wait. That wasn't just his grief, he could feel physical pain in his chest. Suddenly he was out of breath, and gasping slightly. The back of his neck began to burn, and everything became distorted. He rocked back and forth, his head spinning. What was happening? He couldn't see...he couldn't breathe...then suddenly everything went black.
At the same time, Kurt had just appeared on his bed again when he was swept with the same ill-feeling as earlier. He curled up on his bed, clutching his prayer beads as he struggled to breathe. His neck had a large purplish rash on it. Just as he was about to teleport away...somewhere else, he didn't know where, anywhere...everything went black.
~*~*~Oooohh...cliffhanger! Sorry it was so short, I'll post the next chapter tomorow, I promise it's better. PLEASE review. Thankies!!!!
Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! To the people who asked me to read their stories, I sure will (as soon as I get a bit of extra time) and I'll be sure to review! Ok, over the next two chapters the main plot will be revealed, so please read, review, and enjoy! ^_^
Kurt sat perched atop his small bed, grasping his rosary beads and cross, eyes closed reverently. He was saying a rapid prayer in German, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Finally he stopped in mid-sentence, his golden eyes opening. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. He couldn't concentrate at all, his mind just wouldn't calm itself. His vision was a little fuzzy as he looked around his room. The walls were adorned with his circus posters, and he'd hung a few crosses up. There was a lit candle on his desk, around which he usually placed his prayer beads. Besides that, the room was plain. Wooden floors, a large window looking out over the nearby forest. Suddenly everything seemed to tilt, and Kurt fell back against his wall as a wave of nasuea washed over him. He squeezed his eyes shut and disapeared with a small 'popping' sound, reappearing outside a second later. A cool breeze swept over his face, blowing away the feeling of vertigo. "Ahh...that is better." A rustle in the bushes to his left caused him to teleport onto a tree branch directly above him. He peered through the foliage, only to see Scott slowly walk into the clearing. Kurt nimbly lept down with a sigh of relief.
"Kurt! Geez, you scared me." Scott grumbled, looking through his red glasses. Kurt only smiled.
"You scared me too, my friend. Vhat brings you out here?" Kurt could guess what had brought Scott outside...He was still suffering his loss of Jean, though over the past few days he'd slowly been improving. Not that the improvements were much, but he was at least eatting his meals in the dinning hall again, rather than alone in his room. Scott heaved a large sigh.
"I just needed some fresh air, that's all. And you?" Kurt could tell from the way Scott was shifting uneasily from foot to foot that he really wanted to be alone, and was just being polite.
"The same. But I think I'll go to bed early tonight. Gute nacht." And with that, he disapeared. Scott sat down on the weather-beaten bench. Every day all he could see was her face, all he could hear was her voice. All he could feel was the place in his heart that she'd left empty. He put his hand to his chest and grasped his denim jacket. He missed her so much, and it hurt so much...wait. That wasn't just his grief, he could feel physical pain in his chest. Suddenly he was out of breath, and gasping slightly. The back of his neck began to burn, and everything became distorted. He rocked back and forth, his head spinning. What was happening? He couldn't see...he couldn't breathe...then suddenly everything went black.
At the same time, Kurt had just appeared on his bed again when he was swept with the same ill-feeling as earlier. He curled up on his bed, clutching his prayer beads as he struggled to breathe. His neck had a large purplish rash on it. Just as he was about to teleport away...somewhere else, he didn't know where, anywhere...everything went black.
~*~*~Oooohh...cliffhanger! Sorry it was so short, I'll post the next chapter tomorow, I promise it's better. PLEASE review. Thankies!!!!
Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! To the people who asked me to read their stories, I sure will (as soon as I get a bit of extra time) and I'll be sure to review! Ok, over the next two chapters the main plot will be revealed, so please read, review, and enjoy! ^_^