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Chapter 2: A Note on the Bed
Kurt had been staring ahead for more than five minutes now. His yellow eyes unblinking, his body rigid and cold. So this was death? It couldn't be that bad as long as he didn't spend it in this cupboard. He wondered how long it would take for somebody to find him, to free him from his binds. Sure he could teleport, but it would be no use. If he used his ability, Kurt Wagner would be no more.
The rustling of glasses in the cupboard next to Kurt's signaled the presence of another human being. Kurt's muscles tensed. It would soon be all over.
Scott opened the cupboard door innocently searching for the box of Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookies. Instead of giant cookies, Scott was greeted with a loud shriek that he returned. It took Scott a few seconds to realize that Kurt was curled up inside the snack cabinet. Scott had dropped the can of soda he was holding, but didn't hear it hit the ground. "Kurt, what are you doing in there?!" He nearly shouted.
Kurt's eyes widened and he held a hand out. "Shhh...not so loud. She might hear me..."
"Get out of there." Scott continued in a harsh whisper.
"Nien." Kurt replied in a frustrated tone.
"Then at least tell me why you're in the snack cabinet." Scott was suddenly curious. This was indeed a strange situation, even strange for the fuzzy elf hiding out inside the cabinet.
"Vell...it all started ven Kitty took zat cooking class. Now she thinks zat I am her taste tester."
Scott was further confused. "I thought you loved food."
"Ja, but her muffins bounce!" That truth ended the argument.
Scott's bewildered face betrayed his calm act. "Well...erm...I'm heading up to my room. Come on." As Kurt hopped from the cabinet, Scott cleaned up and threw away his now gutless soda can. He grabbed two sodas from the fridge and two Mrs. Fields cookies from Kurt's hiding spot. Scott and Kurt then snuck upstairs to Scott's bedroom.
The bedroom door shut slowly, and a gentle click told Scott that his door was safely locked. Kurt shook himself once in a manner similar to a dog after it emerges from a swimming pool. "Thanks, Scott. I don't think Kitty vill find me here..."
"Let's hope not." Scott tossed Kurt a soda, which the elf caught in his right hand. The flying cookie was caught squarely in Kurt's mouth. "Fank you." Kurt mumbled around the giant cookie.
Scott's eyebrow arched. "No problem..." He still had his bag slung over his shoulder. Scott proceeded to his bed, where he tossed his bag onto the plushy white comforter. Just as Scott was about to turn, something on the bed caught his eye. "Wha...hello." Scott reached down to the small piece of paper folded up into a tiny football sitting on his bed. Tiny black scratchings spelled "Summers" on the small paper football.
Kurt drifted over to the mutant with the note and took another bite out of his cookie. "Vas is das?" He motioned to the note with his tail while he downed a gulp of soda.
Scott shrugged. "I dunno." He opened it slowly.
Kurt grinned. "Maybe it is a love note from Jean, ja?"
Scott smiled slightly but tried to hide it. "As much as I wish it were, I'm pretty sure it's not." He unfolded the little football and read the hastily scrawled note. Summers,
Brotherhood. X-Men. Abandoned warehouse down the street from school. 3:30 Friday. Be there. Prepare for a battle of Truth or Dare.
Lance Scott blinked. Kurt snatched the note and read it himself. The German boy chuckled. "Mien gott. What losers. Are we really going to go through with this?" "Of course. You think I'm going to back down to Alvers? Think again, Kurt. We'll beat them at their little game." "Scott...I really don't like that gleam in your shades." "What gleam?" "That gleam you get when you're thinking something evil that involves a plan I never want to be a part of." "Kurt...that's the light reflecting off my glasses." "Oh. Well, it always foretells that you're thinking something evil that involves a plan I never want to be a part of." Scott sighed. "Thanks, Kurt. Thanks." Kurt grinned. "No problem."
Author's Note: Thank you SO much for the comments! ^-^ I feel all special now...hehe
Chapter 2: A Note on the Bed
Kurt had been staring ahead for more than five minutes now. His yellow eyes unblinking, his body rigid and cold. So this was death? It couldn't be that bad as long as he didn't spend it in this cupboard. He wondered how long it would take for somebody to find him, to free him from his binds. Sure he could teleport, but it would be no use. If he used his ability, Kurt Wagner would be no more.
The rustling of glasses in the cupboard next to Kurt's signaled the presence of another human being. Kurt's muscles tensed. It would soon be all over.
Scott opened the cupboard door innocently searching for the box of Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookies. Instead of giant cookies, Scott was greeted with a loud shriek that he returned. It took Scott a few seconds to realize that Kurt was curled up inside the snack cabinet. Scott had dropped the can of soda he was holding, but didn't hear it hit the ground. "Kurt, what are you doing in there?!" He nearly shouted.
Kurt's eyes widened and he held a hand out. "Shhh...not so loud. She might hear me..."
"Get out of there." Scott continued in a harsh whisper.
"Nien." Kurt replied in a frustrated tone.
"Then at least tell me why you're in the snack cabinet." Scott was suddenly curious. This was indeed a strange situation, even strange for the fuzzy elf hiding out inside the cabinet.
"Vell...it all started ven Kitty took zat cooking class. Now she thinks zat I am her taste tester."
Scott was further confused. "I thought you loved food."
"Ja, but her muffins bounce!" That truth ended the argument.
Scott's bewildered face betrayed his calm act. "Well...erm...I'm heading up to my room. Come on." As Kurt hopped from the cabinet, Scott cleaned up and threw away his now gutless soda can. He grabbed two sodas from the fridge and two Mrs. Fields cookies from Kurt's hiding spot. Scott and Kurt then snuck upstairs to Scott's bedroom.
The bedroom door shut slowly, and a gentle click told Scott that his door was safely locked. Kurt shook himself once in a manner similar to a dog after it emerges from a swimming pool. "Thanks, Scott. I don't think Kitty vill find me here..."
"Let's hope not." Scott tossed Kurt a soda, which the elf caught in his right hand. The flying cookie was caught squarely in Kurt's mouth. "Fank you." Kurt mumbled around the giant cookie.
Scott's eyebrow arched. "No problem..." He still had his bag slung over his shoulder. Scott proceeded to his bed, where he tossed his bag onto the plushy white comforter. Just as Scott was about to turn, something on the bed caught his eye. "Wha...hello." Scott reached down to the small piece of paper folded up into a tiny football sitting on his bed. Tiny black scratchings spelled "Summers" on the small paper football.
Kurt drifted over to the mutant with the note and took another bite out of his cookie. "Vas is das?" He motioned to the note with his tail while he downed a gulp of soda.
Scott shrugged. "I dunno." He opened it slowly.
Kurt grinned. "Maybe it is a love note from Jean, ja?"
Scott smiled slightly but tried to hide it. "As much as I wish it were, I'm pretty sure it's not." He unfolded the little football and read the hastily scrawled note. Summers,
Brotherhood. X-Men. Abandoned warehouse down the street from school. 3:30 Friday. Be there. Prepare for a battle of Truth or Dare.
Lance Scott blinked. Kurt snatched the note and read it himself. The German boy chuckled. "Mien gott. What losers. Are we really going to go through with this?" "Of course. You think I'm going to back down to Alvers? Think again, Kurt. We'll beat them at their little game." "Scott...I really don't like that gleam in your shades." "What gleam?" "That gleam you get when you're thinking something evil that involves a plan I never want to be a part of." "Kurt...that's the light reflecting off my glasses." "Oh. Well, it always foretells that you're thinking something evil that involves a plan I never want to be a part of." Scott sighed. "Thanks, Kurt. Thanks." Kurt grinned. "No problem."