CHAPTER 3: THE POSSESSION
A gentle knocking sound woke Kurt up. He sat up slowly, squinting in the bright morning daylight. For a moment he didn't know where he was...his head felt funny. Then he remembered the night before, the strange attack he'd had. The knocking came again.
"Kurt?" A soft voice called from the hallway. "Are you awake? It's time to go, if we don't want to be late." Kurt teleported to the hallway, startling Storm. "Kurt! Here, this is for you. I wish you didn't need to wear it, but..."
"I don't mind. Danka schön." She handed him a bundle of folded clothes, including a very long black coat, pants long enough to cover his feet, and a wide-brimmed black hat.
" As for your face, I think that if you just keep the brim down, no one will notice" she said with a smile. Kurt's expression remained troubled, and Ororo placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kurt, is everything alright?" She seemed so concerned, and oh, he hated to see her upset. He quickly put on a small smile.
"No, everything is fine." What was the use of worrying her further? Besides, the rash was gone, and he felt fine. It was probably just a passing illness. "You look lovely today, Storm" he said in his German accent. She glanced down at her long black dress, which hung off her shoulders and drapped down her arms. She hadn't worn anything but black since Alkali Lake. She answered his compliment with a smile that made his knees weak.
"Let's get going, we'll take my car."
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Scott's eyes fluttered open behind his red glasses. He was sprawled out across the bench, and his neck was stiff from having it at an odd angle. He passed a hand to his forehead as a sensation not unlike a hangover washed over him. Birds were singing loudly in the branches overhead, and he could hear the comotion of students coming down to breakfast in the dinning hall behind him. He didn't remember much about what happened, only that he couldn't breathe. His hand wandered to the back of his neck, which seemed to be tingling and warm. He stood up shakily and wandered inside, deciding to worry about his strange episode after he got some food.
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The pilliars of the cathedral soared high above the two mutant's heads. Inwardly Strom was cringing. She really didn't like church, she never had. But the look of wonder on Kurt's face made it worthwhile. There were maybe a hundred humans filing up the granite steps through the huge oaken doors, all of them dressed in suits and dresses. She couldn't help but smile when two little girls ran by her, laughing and skipping. They waited untill everyone else was already seated before going in. Kurt unconscuiously pulled his hat lower over his face. They stood at the back of the church next to one of the pilliars and waited for priest to arrive. The people were talking quietly among themselves, and Ororo couldn't help but listen in curiosity.
"Well, all I did was ask him to clean his room before he left, and he just didn't listen!"
"Really? Oh, but your son was always such a good boy. I suppose now that he's a teenager things will change. Why, just the other day Julie came home, and you'll never believe what she'd done."
"What?"
"She'd gotten her hair dyed! Her beautiful brown hair, and she just went and dyed it bright red! I swear, I don't know what's gotten into her."
Storm shook her head in annoyance. These people were so set in their ways, so old-fashioned. It was no wonder most mutants tried to keep their powers a secret from their families. Poor Bobby Drake had just told his parents of his gifts, and they'd called the police. The police! On their own son! If only these people could understand....She was shaken out of her thoughts by the loud sound of an organ. The minister had walked in, and the entire congration stood up in one motion. When he got to his podium, they all sat down and the organ died away.
"We'll start out today's service with a hymn from your prayer books. If you'd please open up to page 172..."
Storm didn't sing, but she was surprised to hear Kurt singing along with the churchgoers under his breath in his heavy accent, even though he didn't have a book to look at. She glanced at his face hidden under the hat. He seemed so content, listening to the minister's words. His golden eyes were shinning like they did when she'd first met him, when he told them about the circus. Personally, she thought it was awful, how they put him on display like that. But Kurt obviously hadn't minded. If he had, they wouldn't have been able to stop him from leaving. Maybe he hadn't had anywhere else to go. Kurt was running his thumb absentmindly over his rosary while the minster spoke about God's eternal love and forgiving to all his creatures, large and small, good and bad. Ororo just sighed, deep in though.
The choir began to sing a beautiful prayer, and Kurt couldn't help but smile. His bright white fangs gleamed against his dark blue face. Storm's face softened. It'd been a long time since she'd seen someone so happy, and no one deserved it more than Kurt. The voices of the choir rose up to the rafters, shining and clear in their praise. Kurt heaved a deep sigh, drinking it all in.
Suddenly he wobbled, and reached out to the pilliar for support.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" Ororo whispered urgently. She watched he began to tremble violently. "Kurt?" She reached out and hand to steady him, and he colasped to his knees. The choir stopped their singing at the sound of his fall, and every face turned around to look at them. Storm flashed a nervous smile before bending over Kurt. "What's happening?" she whispered urgently. She tried to place herself between the prying eyes of the church and Nightcrawler, so that they wouldn't see his misshappen hands clutching at his head. He looked at her from under his hat with a panicked expression on his face.
"I...I don't know..." he whispered. Something strange was happening, there was a red rim around his normally golden eyes. His trembling became violent, and he gasped for air. "I can't...control...wir mussen gehe..." Suddenly he screamed out, a horrible rage-filled roar. The people in the church began to scream, and the ones sitting in the pews nearest to them quickly scrambled to get away. He jumped off the ground, suddenly full of energy. His hat fell off, allowing everyone a good look at his face. Storm looked wildly around the room of screaming people, not sure what to do. Kurt bared his fangs and bellowed another deafening animal-like screech before turning and practically throwing himself outside. Storm ran afterhim, ignoring the panicked cries of the congragation. Out on the pavement, he stumbled and struggled to get up. She grabbed him by the shoulders and half-ran with him leaning on her towards the car. He colapsed onto the back seat, sweating and panting. His face was abnormally pale under his blue skin, and cold to the touch. Ororo jumped in to the drivers seat, ignorning the speed limit.
"Kurt, can you hear me?" she asked, glancing at him every second or so in the rearview miror. He nodded weakly and continued to shake.
"Sorry...I am...sorry...can't....see.." he managed to get out between shuddering breaths. He began to convulse, like he was having seizures. Storm quickly switched on the cell phone connected to the school
"Professor? Professor it's me, are you there?" For a moment, nothing was heard. Then a young girls voice came over the small speaker.
"Storm? Is that you? You've got to get here fast, Scott's lost control!" Rouge said panicked. "The professor just want to stop him, he's just firing at everything!"
"Rogue, there's something wrong with Kurt too. I'm bringing him back as fast as I can, make sure someone's at the door to get him. " She ordered, trying to sound calm. Rogue agreed and hung up to find someone. Storm kept one eye on Kurt the whole time, as his shaking and gasps of breath continued. Oily blue smoke began to steam around his form, and it was almost as if he were a picture on a fuzzy television, flicking in and out of clarity. "Kurt? Kurt, try to hang on..."
"I can't...I can't..." he whispered. He was having trouble keeping his body in one place, and she knew his teleporting abilities were begining to go haywire. But she told him to hang on over and over, hoping the sound of her voice would help him concentrate. If he teleported, there was no way to tell where he'd end up. She felt numb with fear; everything was going wrong. As she tried to control her panic it began to hail lightly. She mentally slapped herself. This was no time to lose her head, she had to focus and get Kurt back to the safety of the mansion. The hail stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and she sped on towards the school.
~*~*~*~*~ What will happen?!?! I hope everyone liked this chapter! Wir mussen gehe means 'we must go'. Oh, and I really don't know anything about religious rituials, I'm not sure if the religion that Kurt follows uses prayer books or choirs, so please no flames about that. I tried not to write any really conterversal religious things, and if I somehow inadvertantly upset someone with something I wrote, I'm very sorry. Just covering all the bases here! Please please PLEASE review, and thanks so much for reading! Next chapter to come soon! Sometime today!
A gentle knocking sound woke Kurt up. He sat up slowly, squinting in the bright morning daylight. For a moment he didn't know where he was...his head felt funny. Then he remembered the night before, the strange attack he'd had. The knocking came again.
"Kurt?" A soft voice called from the hallway. "Are you awake? It's time to go, if we don't want to be late." Kurt teleported to the hallway, startling Storm. "Kurt! Here, this is for you. I wish you didn't need to wear it, but..."
"I don't mind. Danka schön." She handed him a bundle of folded clothes, including a very long black coat, pants long enough to cover his feet, and a wide-brimmed black hat.
" As for your face, I think that if you just keep the brim down, no one will notice" she said with a smile. Kurt's expression remained troubled, and Ororo placed a hand on his shoulder. "Kurt, is everything alright?" She seemed so concerned, and oh, he hated to see her upset. He quickly put on a small smile.
"No, everything is fine." What was the use of worrying her further? Besides, the rash was gone, and he felt fine. It was probably just a passing illness. "You look lovely today, Storm" he said in his German accent. She glanced down at her long black dress, which hung off her shoulders and drapped down her arms. She hadn't worn anything but black since Alkali Lake. She answered his compliment with a smile that made his knees weak.
"Let's get going, we'll take my car."
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Scott's eyes fluttered open behind his red glasses. He was sprawled out across the bench, and his neck was stiff from having it at an odd angle. He passed a hand to his forehead as a sensation not unlike a hangover washed over him. Birds were singing loudly in the branches overhead, and he could hear the comotion of students coming down to breakfast in the dinning hall behind him. He didn't remember much about what happened, only that he couldn't breathe. His hand wandered to the back of his neck, which seemed to be tingling and warm. He stood up shakily and wandered inside, deciding to worry about his strange episode after he got some food.
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The pilliars of the cathedral soared high above the two mutant's heads. Inwardly Strom was cringing. She really didn't like church, she never had. But the look of wonder on Kurt's face made it worthwhile. There were maybe a hundred humans filing up the granite steps through the huge oaken doors, all of them dressed in suits and dresses. She couldn't help but smile when two little girls ran by her, laughing and skipping. They waited untill everyone else was already seated before going in. Kurt unconscuiously pulled his hat lower over his face. They stood at the back of the church next to one of the pilliars and waited for priest to arrive. The people were talking quietly among themselves, and Ororo couldn't help but listen in curiosity.
"Well, all I did was ask him to clean his room before he left, and he just didn't listen!"
"Really? Oh, but your son was always such a good boy. I suppose now that he's a teenager things will change. Why, just the other day Julie came home, and you'll never believe what she'd done."
"What?"
"She'd gotten her hair dyed! Her beautiful brown hair, and she just went and dyed it bright red! I swear, I don't know what's gotten into her."
Storm shook her head in annoyance. These people were so set in their ways, so old-fashioned. It was no wonder most mutants tried to keep their powers a secret from their families. Poor Bobby Drake had just told his parents of his gifts, and they'd called the police. The police! On their own son! If only these people could understand....She was shaken out of her thoughts by the loud sound of an organ. The minister had walked in, and the entire congration stood up in one motion. When he got to his podium, they all sat down and the organ died away.
"We'll start out today's service with a hymn from your prayer books. If you'd please open up to page 172..."
Storm didn't sing, but she was surprised to hear Kurt singing along with the churchgoers under his breath in his heavy accent, even though he didn't have a book to look at. She glanced at his face hidden under the hat. He seemed so content, listening to the minister's words. His golden eyes were shinning like they did when she'd first met him, when he told them about the circus. Personally, she thought it was awful, how they put him on display like that. But Kurt obviously hadn't minded. If he had, they wouldn't have been able to stop him from leaving. Maybe he hadn't had anywhere else to go. Kurt was running his thumb absentmindly over his rosary while the minster spoke about God's eternal love and forgiving to all his creatures, large and small, good and bad. Ororo just sighed, deep in though.
The choir began to sing a beautiful prayer, and Kurt couldn't help but smile. His bright white fangs gleamed against his dark blue face. Storm's face softened. It'd been a long time since she'd seen someone so happy, and no one deserved it more than Kurt. The voices of the choir rose up to the rafters, shining and clear in their praise. Kurt heaved a deep sigh, drinking it all in.
Suddenly he wobbled, and reached out to the pilliar for support.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" Ororo whispered urgently. She watched he began to tremble violently. "Kurt?" She reached out and hand to steady him, and he colasped to his knees. The choir stopped their singing at the sound of his fall, and every face turned around to look at them. Storm flashed a nervous smile before bending over Kurt. "What's happening?" she whispered urgently. She tried to place herself between the prying eyes of the church and Nightcrawler, so that they wouldn't see his misshappen hands clutching at his head. He looked at her from under his hat with a panicked expression on his face.
"I...I don't know..." he whispered. Something strange was happening, there was a red rim around his normally golden eyes. His trembling became violent, and he gasped for air. "I can't...control...wir mussen gehe..." Suddenly he screamed out, a horrible rage-filled roar. The people in the church began to scream, and the ones sitting in the pews nearest to them quickly scrambled to get away. He jumped off the ground, suddenly full of energy. His hat fell off, allowing everyone a good look at his face. Storm looked wildly around the room of screaming people, not sure what to do. Kurt bared his fangs and bellowed another deafening animal-like screech before turning and practically throwing himself outside. Storm ran afterhim, ignoring the panicked cries of the congragation. Out on the pavement, he stumbled and struggled to get up. She grabbed him by the shoulders and half-ran with him leaning on her towards the car. He colapsed onto the back seat, sweating and panting. His face was abnormally pale under his blue skin, and cold to the touch. Ororo jumped in to the drivers seat, ignorning the speed limit.
"Kurt, can you hear me?" she asked, glancing at him every second or so in the rearview miror. He nodded weakly and continued to shake.
"Sorry...I am...sorry...can't....see.." he managed to get out between shuddering breaths. He began to convulse, like he was having seizures. Storm quickly switched on the cell phone connected to the school
"Professor? Professor it's me, are you there?" For a moment, nothing was heard. Then a young girls voice came over the small speaker.
"Storm? Is that you? You've got to get here fast, Scott's lost control!" Rouge said panicked. "The professor just want to stop him, he's just firing at everything!"
"Rogue, there's something wrong with Kurt too. I'm bringing him back as fast as I can, make sure someone's at the door to get him. " She ordered, trying to sound calm. Rogue agreed and hung up to find someone. Storm kept one eye on Kurt the whole time, as his shaking and gasps of breath continued. Oily blue smoke began to steam around his form, and it was almost as if he were a picture on a fuzzy television, flicking in and out of clarity. "Kurt? Kurt, try to hang on..."
"I can't...I can't..." he whispered. He was having trouble keeping his body in one place, and she knew his teleporting abilities were begining to go haywire. But she told him to hang on over and over, hoping the sound of her voice would help him concentrate. If he teleported, there was no way to tell where he'd end up. She felt numb with fear; everything was going wrong. As she tried to control her panic it began to hail lightly. She mentally slapped herself. This was no time to lose her head, she had to focus and get Kurt back to the safety of the mansion. The hail stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and she sped on towards the school.
~*~*~*~*~ What will happen?!?! I hope everyone liked this chapter! Wir mussen gehe means 'we must go'. Oh, and I really don't know anything about religious rituials, I'm not sure if the religion that Kurt follows uses prayer books or choirs, so please no flames about that. I tried not to write any really conterversal religious things, and if I somehow inadvertantly upset someone with something I wrote, I'm very sorry. Just covering all the bases here! Please please PLEASE review, and thanks so much for reading! Next chapter to come soon! Sometime today!