Chapter: 2/3
"Get out!" came a booming voice from above, no - around the ceiling in the rafters. She was instantly startled. She gasped, clutching her chest, her gaping mouth revealing a perfect set of ivory teeth inside those crimson full lips. "Get out!" the raspy agitated male's voice repeated harshly. He had a heavy German accent.
"I can't!" she shouted back, quite fearful. She glanced quickly around the perimeter of the building. There was no one in sight. The voice seemed to be traveling right past her. Why could she not see the man? How odd. "I can't get out!" she repeated. "I'm being chased," she added with a sob, afraid that this last resort might be worse than the fate following her.
There was utter silence, then finally a disgusted sigh. "Who is chasing you?" he bellowed, still invisible. It made her very uneasy.
"Some man from the government," she replied sadly to the wind, "a bunch of government agents." She pushed her hood off her face and head. Kurt again gasped softly. This woman was the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Her eyes were silver - big, round and wide. Her purple hair was parted in the middle. Her skin was pale and flawless. He could resist no longer. He had to reveal himself.
She shrieked, startled, as she stole first glimpse of the blue mutant up high before her, dangling from the rafters. Where had he been before? "You're a mutant too," she exclaimed gratefully, now less fearful. "Thank God for that."
"So you are then?" he inquired, still hanging freely by his feet. The girl nodded solemnly. "What is your name?" he ventured.
"You first," she replied somewhat defensively, leering up at his spectacular presence.
"I asked you first," he coaxed, now swinging gently as he dangled.
She rolled her eyes and emitted a soft giggle. "You're going to be an interesting sort to harbor this fugitive," she laughed nervously. "I'm Veronica."
Kurt chuckled with satisfaction and growing reverence. "Ah yes, like the one who wiped the face of the Lord when he carried the cross."
"Yes," Veronica affirmed. "Ironic you should mention that."
"How so, because we are in a church?" the blue man queried. He vanished for a second in a cloud of indigo smoke, then reappeared not ten feet from her upon the ground. She squealed, astonished.
"How do you do that?" she asked candidly.
"It is my mutation, Veronica. I teleport," he bragged with sweet charm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kurt Wagner, the Amazing Nightcrawler from the Munich Circus." He took a bow, grandstanding his identity. He was also quite smitten already.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt," Veronica greeted shyly. Her voice was so melodious, like some fairy's from a fantasy book.
"Likewise, um… Ronni," he teased sweetly, liking this nickname he'd chosen for her. "So what else do you call yourself? Do you also have a special name?" He moved slowly as he approached her. He certainly didn't want to scare her away.
"I call myself Halo," Ronni replied confidently. "My mutation… is why what you said before is so ironic," she chortled cryptically. Kurt nodded for her to continue. She smiled. Noticing a small stab wound upon the blue man's bare right shoulder, she pointed to it. "Allow me?" she broached, shortening their distance as she moved forward.
She reached out a gentle hand to touch the man's wound and he backed away slightly, wincing.
"This won't hurt," she assured. With that, she touched him and Kurt instantly felt a small tingling wave enter his body where he'd been stabbed. It was pure energy running through him. He gasped, looking into her eyes as she seemingly felt no discomfort whatsoever by exerting her precious power. She released her hand, and the wound was gone. She smiled wider in deep satisfaction. "That is why those men are looking for me. They wanted me to be part of an experiment on mutants. Any injuries they sustained, I would heal. But, I disagreed with their motive and means. It was cruel, so I ran away," she explained regretfully.
"That is quite sad, especially sad because a beautiful face like yours should never frown," he cooed, realizing that she may have been the answer to his tortured prayers.
So close to him now, Veronica spotted the intricate markings upon the man's upper torso. He was clothed from only the waist down and his bright yellow pinstripe circus pants were quite a contrast to his dark blue frame. He was also barefoot. He looked cold; he was shivering a bit. "What are those?" she asked curiously.
"They are Angelic Script, the language passed on from the Archangel Gabriel," Kurt answered in a soft hissing whisper.
"Where did you get them?" Ronni continued, quite interested. She reached out again to feel his skin. It was smooth, a bit chilled. Perhaps his body temperature was closer to an amphibian's. As she graced her delicate fingernails across his shoulder he shivered again, as though being tickled. "Something wrong?" Ronni asked.
"No my dear lady, nothing. Just that most people do not wish to touch me," he leveled sadly.
"I don't understand why not. These markings are beautiful. You put them on your body?" she inquired again.
He nodded. "I did… one for every sin. That is why there are so many."
"Oh," Veronica exclaimed empathetically. "Have a lot to atone for? I can relate." She was about to remove her hand but he reached up and pressed it closer against his skin. They smiled at each other, abashed for a moment. She felt tingles and shivers herself as he stroked her knuckles with his finger.
"Your skin is soft, and normal looking," he deadpanned, his yellow eyes probing, noninvasive, through her.
"Your skin is beautiful too," she murmured, "just different is all."
Kurt sighed deeply. "If only the rest of the world felt that way," he stated wishfully.
"Get out!" came a booming voice from above, no - around the ceiling in the rafters. She was instantly startled. She gasped, clutching her chest, her gaping mouth revealing a perfect set of ivory teeth inside those crimson full lips. "Get out!" the raspy agitated male's voice repeated harshly. He had a heavy German accent.
"I can't!" she shouted back, quite fearful. She glanced quickly around the perimeter of the building. There was no one in sight. The voice seemed to be traveling right past her. Why could she not see the man? How odd. "I can't get out!" she repeated. "I'm being chased," she added with a sob, afraid that this last resort might be worse than the fate following her.
There was utter silence, then finally a disgusted sigh. "Who is chasing you?" he bellowed, still invisible. It made her very uneasy.
"Some man from the government," she replied sadly to the wind, "a bunch of government agents." She pushed her hood off her face and head. Kurt again gasped softly. This woman was the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Her eyes were silver - big, round and wide. Her purple hair was parted in the middle. Her skin was pale and flawless. He could resist no longer. He had to reveal himself.
She shrieked, startled, as she stole first glimpse of the blue mutant up high before her, dangling from the rafters. Where had he been before? "You're a mutant too," she exclaimed gratefully, now less fearful. "Thank God for that."
"So you are then?" he inquired, still hanging freely by his feet. The girl nodded solemnly. "What is your name?" he ventured.
"You first," she replied somewhat defensively, leering up at his spectacular presence.
"I asked you first," he coaxed, now swinging gently as he dangled.
She rolled her eyes and emitted a soft giggle. "You're going to be an interesting sort to harbor this fugitive," she laughed nervously. "I'm Veronica."
Kurt chuckled with satisfaction and growing reverence. "Ah yes, like the one who wiped the face of the Lord when he carried the cross."
"Yes," Veronica affirmed. "Ironic you should mention that."
"How so, because we are in a church?" the blue man queried. He vanished for a second in a cloud of indigo smoke, then reappeared not ten feet from her upon the ground. She squealed, astonished.
"How do you do that?" she asked candidly.
"It is my mutation, Veronica. I teleport," he bragged with sweet charm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kurt Wagner, the Amazing Nightcrawler from the Munich Circus." He took a bow, grandstanding his identity. He was also quite smitten already.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt," Veronica greeted shyly. Her voice was so melodious, like some fairy's from a fantasy book.
"Likewise, um… Ronni," he teased sweetly, liking this nickname he'd chosen for her. "So what else do you call yourself? Do you also have a special name?" He moved slowly as he approached her. He certainly didn't want to scare her away.
"I call myself Halo," Ronni replied confidently. "My mutation… is why what you said before is so ironic," she chortled cryptically. Kurt nodded for her to continue. She smiled. Noticing a small stab wound upon the blue man's bare right shoulder, she pointed to it. "Allow me?" she broached, shortening their distance as she moved forward.
She reached out a gentle hand to touch the man's wound and he backed away slightly, wincing.
"This won't hurt," she assured. With that, she touched him and Kurt instantly felt a small tingling wave enter his body where he'd been stabbed. It was pure energy running through him. He gasped, looking into her eyes as she seemingly felt no discomfort whatsoever by exerting her precious power. She released her hand, and the wound was gone. She smiled wider in deep satisfaction. "That is why those men are looking for me. They wanted me to be part of an experiment on mutants. Any injuries they sustained, I would heal. But, I disagreed with their motive and means. It was cruel, so I ran away," she explained regretfully.
"That is quite sad, especially sad because a beautiful face like yours should never frown," he cooed, realizing that she may have been the answer to his tortured prayers.
So close to him now, Veronica spotted the intricate markings upon the man's upper torso. He was clothed from only the waist down and his bright yellow pinstripe circus pants were quite a contrast to his dark blue frame. He was also barefoot. He looked cold; he was shivering a bit. "What are those?" she asked curiously.
"They are Angelic Script, the language passed on from the Archangel Gabriel," Kurt answered in a soft hissing whisper.
"Where did you get them?" Ronni continued, quite interested. She reached out again to feel his skin. It was smooth, a bit chilled. Perhaps his body temperature was closer to an amphibian's. As she graced her delicate fingernails across his shoulder he shivered again, as though being tickled. "Something wrong?" Ronni asked.
"No my dear lady, nothing. Just that most people do not wish to touch me," he leveled sadly.
"I don't understand why not. These markings are beautiful. You put them on your body?" she inquired again.
He nodded. "I did… one for every sin. That is why there are so many."
"Oh," Veronica exclaimed empathetically. "Have a lot to atone for? I can relate." She was about to remove her hand but he reached up and pressed it closer against his skin. They smiled at each other, abashed for a moment. She felt tingles and shivers herself as he stroked her knuckles with his finger.
"Your skin is soft, and normal looking," he deadpanned, his yellow eyes probing, noninvasive, through her.
"Your skin is beautiful too," she murmured, "just different is all."
Kurt sighed deeply. "If only the rest of the world felt that way," he stated wishfully.
