Kurt screamed, arching his back in pain, hot tears coursing down his
cheeks. He didn't remember anything, let alone how he was in this
predicament. All he knew was that he was bound between two poles, and he
was getting beat with something that was tearing into his skin painfully.
Someone was shouting at him, saying that he should have been able to subdue W.H.O.'s commander without getting caught. He didn't understand any of this, and when the whip suddenly struck him again, he screamed louder, leaning forward violently, the ropes cutting into his wrists.
When the whipping finally ended, someone untied him from behind and he fell to the ground roughly. He didn't even realize that he was outside in the rain until he finally felt the raindrops falling onto his sore back.
He was looking into a puddle, and what he saw confused him into silence. His skin was covered in a darker shade of blue fur, and his hair was in a weird looking cowlick style. Before he could even think about this further, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto his feet.
"Come on, Nightcrawler!" Kurt stared at the man dragging him roughly towards a building in surprise. He looked like Captain Britain but... He wasn't in a way. Before he could think more about this, he suddenly felt someone shaking him roughly, calling his name over and over again. ***
"Kurt! Kurt, wake up! Kurt! You're screaming in your sleep again, brother!"
Kurt woke with a start, grabbing the person's arms tightly. Panting softly, he looked into his sister Johanna's eyes and he slowly relaxed, letting go of her.
"What did you see this time?" she asked, shifting so that she was sitting on the edge of his bed. Sitting up, Kurt hugged his knees, looking down at his normal blue skinned feet.
"I was being whipped this time." He said softly. "Some strange looking woman with short hair was yelling at me about subduing a woman or something."
"Did she look like someone we know again?" Johanna asked. Kurt nodded, frowning slightly.
"She looked like Moira, but she was so nasty and evil..." he said. "I also saw a man who looked like Brian, but his hair was short, and he was in a uniform with a headband with the Nazi symbol on it."
"You've been getting these Nazi dreams a lot, Kurt." Johanna said; flicking her head a bit to keep her blue striped chestnut hair out of her eyes. "Maybe you should ask mother and Fay what it means." Kurt shook his head, slowly stretching out his legs.
"They won't answer my questions." He said. "Every time we ask for answers to questions like these, they always tell us that they'll tell us when we're eighteen. It's like they're afraid of telling us anything until then!"
"Remember when we asked mother who our dad was?" Johanna asked. "She just told us that he was a great man and a hero and that she would tell us the rest when we were eighteen." Closing his eyes, Kurt rubbed his eyes lightly.
"Well, we've only got a week to go before they tell us everything." He said. He twirled a finger in the air, smiling the same exact way his father used to. "Hurray for us." Giggling, Johanna nodded, getting up and smoothing out her pajamas.
"Yeah. We finally get to know everything we've ever wanted to know! Like why mother looks like Aunt Kitty, why Aunt Fay looks like Meggan, and why you have the same name as Nightcrawler."
"What time is it?" Kurt asked, looking over at his clock. "Five? That dream didn't seem so long..." Johanna shrugged, opening the door to his room.
"Want to go and make breakfast and coffee before Moira wakes up?" she asked. Laughing, Kurt got up, running a hand through his ruffled hair.
"I think we need to beat Moira out of courtesy for everyone else who wants actual drinking coffee!" he said. Johanna's eyes glittered mischievously.
"I'll race you." She said. "First one there making coffee wins. The loser has to take Lockheed to get his check-up!"
"You're on!" Kurt said. "But no powers this time, Johanna!"
"Awww..."
"I'm older than you by three seconds! I make the rules." Kurt insisted. Placing her hands on her hips, Johanna pouted, cocking her head to one side.
"Don't try that on me. It may work on mother but not me!" Johanna sighed, shrugging as she slowly moved towards the door.
"All right..." she said slowly. "Let's start...now!" She started running, laughing aloud as her brother gave chase. ***
Back in Kurt's room, something under his bed sparkled slightly.
Someone was shouting at him, saying that he should have been able to subdue W.H.O.'s commander without getting caught. He didn't understand any of this, and when the whip suddenly struck him again, he screamed louder, leaning forward violently, the ropes cutting into his wrists.
When the whipping finally ended, someone untied him from behind and he fell to the ground roughly. He didn't even realize that he was outside in the rain until he finally felt the raindrops falling onto his sore back.
He was looking into a puddle, and what he saw confused him into silence. His skin was covered in a darker shade of blue fur, and his hair was in a weird looking cowlick style. Before he could even think about this further, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto his feet.
"Come on, Nightcrawler!" Kurt stared at the man dragging him roughly towards a building in surprise. He looked like Captain Britain but... He wasn't in a way. Before he could think more about this, he suddenly felt someone shaking him roughly, calling his name over and over again. ***
"Kurt! Kurt, wake up! Kurt! You're screaming in your sleep again, brother!"
Kurt woke with a start, grabbing the person's arms tightly. Panting softly, he looked into his sister Johanna's eyes and he slowly relaxed, letting go of her.
"What did you see this time?" she asked, shifting so that she was sitting on the edge of his bed. Sitting up, Kurt hugged his knees, looking down at his normal blue skinned feet.
"I was being whipped this time." He said softly. "Some strange looking woman with short hair was yelling at me about subduing a woman or something."
"Did she look like someone we know again?" Johanna asked. Kurt nodded, frowning slightly.
"She looked like Moira, but she was so nasty and evil..." he said. "I also saw a man who looked like Brian, but his hair was short, and he was in a uniform with a headband with the Nazi symbol on it."
"You've been getting these Nazi dreams a lot, Kurt." Johanna said; flicking her head a bit to keep her blue striped chestnut hair out of her eyes. "Maybe you should ask mother and Fay what it means." Kurt shook his head, slowly stretching out his legs.
"They won't answer my questions." He said. "Every time we ask for answers to questions like these, they always tell us that they'll tell us when we're eighteen. It's like they're afraid of telling us anything until then!"
"Remember when we asked mother who our dad was?" Johanna asked. "She just told us that he was a great man and a hero and that she would tell us the rest when we were eighteen." Closing his eyes, Kurt rubbed his eyes lightly.
"Well, we've only got a week to go before they tell us everything." He said. He twirled a finger in the air, smiling the same exact way his father used to. "Hurray for us." Giggling, Johanna nodded, getting up and smoothing out her pajamas.
"Yeah. We finally get to know everything we've ever wanted to know! Like why mother looks like Aunt Kitty, why Aunt Fay looks like Meggan, and why you have the same name as Nightcrawler."
"What time is it?" Kurt asked, looking over at his clock. "Five? That dream didn't seem so long..." Johanna shrugged, opening the door to his room.
"Want to go and make breakfast and coffee before Moira wakes up?" she asked. Laughing, Kurt got up, running a hand through his ruffled hair.
"I think we need to beat Moira out of courtesy for everyone else who wants actual drinking coffee!" he said. Johanna's eyes glittered mischievously.
"I'll race you." She said. "First one there making coffee wins. The loser has to take Lockheed to get his check-up!"
"You're on!" Kurt said. "But no powers this time, Johanna!"
"Awww..."
"I'm older than you by three seconds! I make the rules." Kurt insisted. Placing her hands on her hips, Johanna pouted, cocking her head to one side.
"Don't try that on me. It may work on mother but not me!" Johanna sighed, shrugging as she slowly moved towards the door.
"All right..." she said slowly. "Let's start...now!" She started running, laughing aloud as her brother gave chase. ***
Back in Kurt's room, something under his bed sparkled slightly.