Hauptmann Englande's broken hands threat wasn't just a threat, it was
pretty much a promise.
As soon as Kurt was put in his cell, the man came in with a club and smashed both of his hands until every bone was broken, making Kurt howl like an animal. He then proceeded to savagely take him, twisting his body in ways that almost left him with a snapped spine.
Kurt's hands healed over time of course, but they did not heal properly. They were crooked and useless to him, causing him pain whenever he tried to pick something up, reducing him to having to bend down(with his hands held tightly to his chest) and eat his scraps of food like an animal.
Hauptmann Englande must have been selling tickets for people who wanted to have a go with him like he was a whore or something. Every night people were coming in and reducing Kurt to a plaything. The women weren't so bad, there were a few who brought in mace or a shocker to torment him first, but most of them just wanted to see what he could do with his tail.
He didn't want to think about the men who came in.
And he really didn't want to think about the things that happened when Hauptmann Englande came in. *** [i]Three Years Later[/i]
Kurt was getting too frail to even eat anymore. His muscles were all gone, and his once sleek and velvety fur was ruffled and filthy from the things that were constantly being splashed onto him. His ribs were completely visible, as was the bones in his face as his cheeks sunk in more and more as days passed by. His teeth were wasting away, cracking from the harsh blows dealt to his face, and growing mossy from his inability to brush them properly. The claws on his feet and fingers were long and twisted, cracking in places and giving his mangled hands pain all the time.
Even the bones in his tail were starting to show.
When the door to his cell was opened one morning, he flinched and moved his arms slowly to cover his eyes. He tried to press himself into the corner, but he could only manage to tremble and make a pitiful whimpering noise instead.
"Kurt, it's me."
Kurt lowered his arms and he smiled faintly as Meggan sat down in front of him, setting down the bowl of soup in her hands.
"Meg..." he croaked, his tail making a pitiful attempt at a wag. Meggan slowly held up and spoon full, and most of it dribbled down the corners of Kurt's lips as he tried to open his mouth enough to let it in.
"Don't try to talk." She said softly, wiping his mouth carefully. "I have something important to tell you."
"Wha..?"
"Hush now and eat." Meggan said, holding out the next spoonful. "They've been working on a new portal traveling machine for a while now. They're almost done too. Hauptmann Englande says it will be one more week before it's finished.
"Do you know what my plan? I plan on taking the form of one of the workers and getting out of here like you wanted to." Kurt shook his head, moaning softly.
"No... Trap..."
"I won't get caught, Kurt." Meggan assured him. "You're the only one I'm telling this to. I'm taking you with me and we're going to find Kitty and live with her." Kurt shook his head slowly, tears falling down his cheeks slowly.
"Can't..."
"You know what?" Meggan asked, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I don't care what you say or think, Kurt! You and I are both getting out of here, and we're going to live happily on Earth 616! So hush up and finish this soup up!" Kurt didn't really have a good argument about that, so he closed his mouth and did what he had learned to do a lot over the years; he submitted, bowing his head and letting Meggan feed him. *** [i]One Week Later[/i]
When his cell door was opened, Kurt expected Meggan and he lifted his head with a smile.
Seeing another soldier standing in the doorway, he whimpered and shrank away as the man stepped into the room and crouched down to look at him.
"Kurt," Meggan said, smiling at him kindly. "It's just me!" Kurt calmed down slowly, and he tilted his head to one side, smiling faintly at her.
"Meg!" he whispered softly, his tail flopping once in greeting. "Go...now?" he asked, tilting his head to one side. Nodding, Meggan gently picked him up, cradling him in her arms.
"That's right, Kurt!" she nodded. "We're getting the hell out of here!" With that, she started off, walking by the guards and soldiers she had killed on her way there.
Who said blondes were airheads?
As soon as Kurt was put in his cell, the man came in with a club and smashed both of his hands until every bone was broken, making Kurt howl like an animal. He then proceeded to savagely take him, twisting his body in ways that almost left him with a snapped spine.
Kurt's hands healed over time of course, but they did not heal properly. They were crooked and useless to him, causing him pain whenever he tried to pick something up, reducing him to having to bend down(with his hands held tightly to his chest) and eat his scraps of food like an animal.
Hauptmann Englande must have been selling tickets for people who wanted to have a go with him like he was a whore or something. Every night people were coming in and reducing Kurt to a plaything. The women weren't so bad, there were a few who brought in mace or a shocker to torment him first, but most of them just wanted to see what he could do with his tail.
He didn't want to think about the men who came in.
And he really didn't want to think about the things that happened when Hauptmann Englande came in. *** [i]Three Years Later[/i]
Kurt was getting too frail to even eat anymore. His muscles were all gone, and his once sleek and velvety fur was ruffled and filthy from the things that were constantly being splashed onto him. His ribs were completely visible, as was the bones in his face as his cheeks sunk in more and more as days passed by. His teeth were wasting away, cracking from the harsh blows dealt to his face, and growing mossy from his inability to brush them properly. The claws on his feet and fingers were long and twisted, cracking in places and giving his mangled hands pain all the time.
Even the bones in his tail were starting to show.
When the door to his cell was opened one morning, he flinched and moved his arms slowly to cover his eyes. He tried to press himself into the corner, but he could only manage to tremble and make a pitiful whimpering noise instead.
"Kurt, it's me."
Kurt lowered his arms and he smiled faintly as Meggan sat down in front of him, setting down the bowl of soup in her hands.
"Meg..." he croaked, his tail making a pitiful attempt at a wag. Meggan slowly held up and spoon full, and most of it dribbled down the corners of Kurt's lips as he tried to open his mouth enough to let it in.
"Don't try to talk." She said softly, wiping his mouth carefully. "I have something important to tell you."
"Wha..?"
"Hush now and eat." Meggan said, holding out the next spoonful. "They've been working on a new portal traveling machine for a while now. They're almost done too. Hauptmann Englande says it will be one more week before it's finished.
"Do you know what my plan? I plan on taking the form of one of the workers and getting out of here like you wanted to." Kurt shook his head, moaning softly.
"No... Trap..."
"I won't get caught, Kurt." Meggan assured him. "You're the only one I'm telling this to. I'm taking you with me and we're going to find Kitty and live with her." Kurt shook his head slowly, tears falling down his cheeks slowly.
"Can't..."
"You know what?" Meggan asked, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I don't care what you say or think, Kurt! You and I are both getting out of here, and we're going to live happily on Earth 616! So hush up and finish this soup up!" Kurt didn't really have a good argument about that, so he closed his mouth and did what he had learned to do a lot over the years; he submitted, bowing his head and letting Meggan feed him. *** [i]One Week Later[/i]
When his cell door was opened, Kurt expected Meggan and he lifted his head with a smile.
Seeing another soldier standing in the doorway, he whimpered and shrank away as the man stepped into the room and crouched down to look at him.
"Kurt," Meggan said, smiling at him kindly. "It's just me!" Kurt calmed down slowly, and he tilted his head to one side, smiling faintly at her.
"Meg!" he whispered softly, his tail flopping once in greeting. "Go...now?" he asked, tilting his head to one side. Nodding, Meggan gently picked him up, cradling him in her arms.
"That's right, Kurt!" she nodded. "We're getting the hell out of here!" With that, she started off, walking by the guards and soldiers she had killed on her way there.
Who said blondes were airheads?