Kurt looked up slowly; narrowing his eyes as the one eyed woman
opened his cell door.
"Come on, get up and follow me." She ordered, standing just outside the cell.
*Where are you taking me? * Kurt asked, standing up slowly. The corner of Callisto's mouth twitched, and Kurt realized that people like him weren't supposed to speak German.
Tough shit.
*Are you going to answer me or not? I'm not leaving this cell until you tell me. * Kurt said, placing his hands on his hips. *If you think you're going to send me to the gas chambers or something, you are sadly mistaken if you think I won't put up a damn good fight! *
"Reichminister MacTaggert wishes to see you." Callisto said, narrowing her one eye. Kurt shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That doesn't tell me anything." He said. Callisto drew her gun and aimed it at his head.
"Come out or I will shoot you." She said.
Kurt could see that she was dead serious.
Slowly, he walked out and followed her down the hall, his tail wrapping itself lightly around one of his legs. As they walked down hallways, Kurt looked around, trying to figure out a way to get out of here without getting shot. With all of the armed guards around, and with his powers suppressed, he didn't think that he would make it without getting shot at least twenty times.
When they reached Moira's room, Callisto stepped aside and waited on one side of the door. Cocking an eyebrow, Kurt opened the door and stepped inside. When he saw who was sitting behind the large desk, he froze.
"I know you." He said softly. Moira smiled slowly, gesturing to a chair in front of the desk.
"We have a lot to talk about; Mr. Wagner is it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Slowly, Kurt sat down, looking around the room slowly. He turned back to Moira when she uncorked a bottle and filled two glasses half way with red wine.
"If you think I'm actually going to drink something you're offering me; you must be insane." He said. Shrugging, Moira took up her glass and sipped from it.
"Suit yourself." She said. "I wouldn't expect someone with parents like yours to trust me anyway."
"This has nothing to do with my parents. I just don't trust Nazis and..." Kurt suddenly realized what Moira had said and he raised his eyebrows.
"You know who my parents are?" he asked.
Moira slowly smiled, knowing that she had him.
"Of course I do. Your mother was a mongrel named Kitty Pryde, but when she was recruited into the better service of the Reich, she was renamed Shadowcat." She said, reaching into her desk for some files. Taking them out, she slid them over to Kurt.
"Your father on the other hand, was a warrior born for the Reich." She said. "He had the visage of a demon, and he slew as many of our enemies as he could. It was a shame that he was swayed by your mother in the end. He was codenamed Nightcrawler."
Opening the file, Kurt found himself staring at a picture of his mother and a Nazi version of Excalibur. His mother was on the far left, and she looked so thin, almost like a ghost with her cheeks sunken in. Her hair was shaven off and the star on her brow looked more like an ugly thing.
Aunt Fay was standing beside his mother, but she looked different, more serious and less happy. She was wearing any boots for some reason and she was wearing a large headband with a swastika on it.
She had her arms around the one arm of the one man that made Kurt tremble when he appeared in his dreams, his ice blue eyes always piercing into his, as if he could see into his heart and soul. It was the man with the crew cut who looked like Captain Britain, but was far more evil than even Brian was when he was drunk.
But none of these people really caught his eyes, except for his mother. It was the man crouching just above his mother that had his full attention. The man obviously had no modesty, opting to instead of wearing some kind of pants, to wear a thick strip of cloth to cover himself, letting his legs be shown easily. He was wearing knee high boots that had three openings to let his long clawed toes stick out easily.
The rest of his uniform was a one-piece red velvet top with golden buttons and straps, complete with a long white sash that ended with a swastika to pin it on his uniform. The final piece of his uniform was large sunglasses that hid his eyes.
This man was covered in blue fur, with long claws on his hands and feet that could rip into a human's unprotected flesh easily. His tail had a spade on the end, and it was curled slightly as he smiled at the camera, his cowlick in a playful twirl.
This was the man of the dreams, the one he saw either laughing or sobbing in great pain.
Kurt was staring at his father, Nightcrawler of the Lightning Squad.
"Come on, get up and follow me." She ordered, standing just outside the cell.
*Where are you taking me? * Kurt asked, standing up slowly. The corner of Callisto's mouth twitched, and Kurt realized that people like him weren't supposed to speak German.
Tough shit.
*Are you going to answer me or not? I'm not leaving this cell until you tell me. * Kurt said, placing his hands on his hips. *If you think you're going to send me to the gas chambers or something, you are sadly mistaken if you think I won't put up a damn good fight! *
"Reichminister MacTaggert wishes to see you." Callisto said, narrowing her one eye. Kurt shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That doesn't tell me anything." He said. Callisto drew her gun and aimed it at his head.
"Come out or I will shoot you." She said.
Kurt could see that she was dead serious.
Slowly, he walked out and followed her down the hall, his tail wrapping itself lightly around one of his legs. As they walked down hallways, Kurt looked around, trying to figure out a way to get out of here without getting shot. With all of the armed guards around, and with his powers suppressed, he didn't think that he would make it without getting shot at least twenty times.
When they reached Moira's room, Callisto stepped aside and waited on one side of the door. Cocking an eyebrow, Kurt opened the door and stepped inside. When he saw who was sitting behind the large desk, he froze.
"I know you." He said softly. Moira smiled slowly, gesturing to a chair in front of the desk.
"We have a lot to talk about; Mr. Wagner is it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Slowly, Kurt sat down, looking around the room slowly. He turned back to Moira when she uncorked a bottle and filled two glasses half way with red wine.
"If you think I'm actually going to drink something you're offering me; you must be insane." He said. Shrugging, Moira took up her glass and sipped from it.
"Suit yourself." She said. "I wouldn't expect someone with parents like yours to trust me anyway."
"This has nothing to do with my parents. I just don't trust Nazis and..." Kurt suddenly realized what Moira had said and he raised his eyebrows.
"You know who my parents are?" he asked.
Moira slowly smiled, knowing that she had him.
"Of course I do. Your mother was a mongrel named Kitty Pryde, but when she was recruited into the better service of the Reich, she was renamed Shadowcat." She said, reaching into her desk for some files. Taking them out, she slid them over to Kurt.
"Your father on the other hand, was a warrior born for the Reich." She said. "He had the visage of a demon, and he slew as many of our enemies as he could. It was a shame that he was swayed by your mother in the end. He was codenamed Nightcrawler."
Opening the file, Kurt found himself staring at a picture of his mother and a Nazi version of Excalibur. His mother was on the far left, and she looked so thin, almost like a ghost with her cheeks sunken in. Her hair was shaven off and the star on her brow looked more like an ugly thing.
Aunt Fay was standing beside his mother, but she looked different, more serious and less happy. She was wearing any boots for some reason and she was wearing a large headband with a swastika on it.
She had her arms around the one arm of the one man that made Kurt tremble when he appeared in his dreams, his ice blue eyes always piercing into his, as if he could see into his heart and soul. It was the man with the crew cut who looked like Captain Britain, but was far more evil than even Brian was when he was drunk.
But none of these people really caught his eyes, except for his mother. It was the man crouching just above his mother that had his full attention. The man obviously had no modesty, opting to instead of wearing some kind of pants, to wear a thick strip of cloth to cover himself, letting his legs be shown easily. He was wearing knee high boots that had three openings to let his long clawed toes stick out easily.
The rest of his uniform was a one-piece red velvet top with golden buttons and straps, complete with a long white sash that ended with a swastika to pin it on his uniform. The final piece of his uniform was large sunglasses that hid his eyes.
This man was covered in blue fur, with long claws on his hands and feet that could rip into a human's unprotected flesh easily. His tail had a spade on the end, and it was curled slightly as he smiled at the camera, his cowlick in a playful twirl.
This was the man of the dreams, the one he saw either laughing or sobbing in great pain.
Kurt was staring at his father, Nightcrawler of the Lightning Squad.