"You look surprised." Moira said, smiling faintly as she swirled her
wine in her glass. "Why is that?"
"Are you telling me that my father was a Nazi?" Kurt asked, looking up at her. Moira nodded, sitting back in her chair slowly.
"One of our finest warriors." She said. "Didn't you know that?" Kurt didn't say anything, looking down at the photo, trying to figure this all out.
"Oh, you didn't did you?" she asked, her voice as kind and gentle as possible. "Your mother never told you about him I suppose?"
"If my mother, father, and Fay are from here, why are they in Earth 616?" Kurt asked, looking up at her slowly. "And why is my father dead?" Moira had planned her story out perfectly while Callisto was going to pick up Kurt.
"Your father was devoted to the Reich, Wagner." She said. "He had pledged his life to the cause and he believed in everything the Reich was about. He was the one who slew your mother's parents with his bare claws, wanting to use his rapiers for something less filthy.
"It was your mother who killed your father. Of course he had his way with her, it is the right of the Higher Race to do as they please with mongrels. That was before that damned portal to Earth 616 opened up, letting in that world's Excalibur. They were the ones who decided to take Meggan and Shadowcat from here, breaking the treaty we have between W.H.O and us.
"Hauptmann Englande; that man over there, and your father were sent to get them back. From what I have been told by Hauptmann Englande, who survived but was horribly scarred by Meggan, your father fought viscously, almost able to subdue Meggan when your mother struck him.
"She came up from behind, like a coward and struck your father from behind, snapping his neck before he could up a good fight.
"That is your heritage, Kurt Wagner. A strong father, one who has made the Reich proud, and a mongrel murdering mother."
As Moira spoke, Kurt continued to stare at the team photo, shaking his head slowly, blinking rapidly as tears started to build up. When she was finished, his tail was trembling slightly.
"What do you have to say?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "I hope you're not upset. I would be proud to have a father who was such a strong warrior for the Reich."
"It can't be true..." Kurt whispered.
"Oh but it is." Moira said. "The photo doesn't lie." Slowly, Kurt looked up at her, and he saw that her eyes were twinkling with mirth. The bitch was enjoying telling him about this, about his father being a Nazi who killed so many people, enjoying each kill.
Kurt narrowed his eyes, his hands slowly starting to crumple up the photo as his grip became tighter.
"What is it?" Moira asked, leaning forward slowly.
Screaming, Kurt lunged at her, punching her in the face as hard as he could.
"Are you telling me that my father was a Nazi?" Kurt asked, looking up at her. Moira nodded, sitting back in her chair slowly.
"One of our finest warriors." She said. "Didn't you know that?" Kurt didn't say anything, looking down at the photo, trying to figure this all out.
"Oh, you didn't did you?" she asked, her voice as kind and gentle as possible. "Your mother never told you about him I suppose?"
"If my mother, father, and Fay are from here, why are they in Earth 616?" Kurt asked, looking up at her slowly. "And why is my father dead?" Moira had planned her story out perfectly while Callisto was going to pick up Kurt.
"Your father was devoted to the Reich, Wagner." She said. "He had pledged his life to the cause and he believed in everything the Reich was about. He was the one who slew your mother's parents with his bare claws, wanting to use his rapiers for something less filthy.
"It was your mother who killed your father. Of course he had his way with her, it is the right of the Higher Race to do as they please with mongrels. That was before that damned portal to Earth 616 opened up, letting in that world's Excalibur. They were the ones who decided to take Meggan and Shadowcat from here, breaking the treaty we have between W.H.O and us.
"Hauptmann Englande; that man over there, and your father were sent to get them back. From what I have been told by Hauptmann Englande, who survived but was horribly scarred by Meggan, your father fought viscously, almost able to subdue Meggan when your mother struck him.
"She came up from behind, like a coward and struck your father from behind, snapping his neck before he could up a good fight.
"That is your heritage, Kurt Wagner. A strong father, one who has made the Reich proud, and a mongrel murdering mother."
As Moira spoke, Kurt continued to stare at the team photo, shaking his head slowly, blinking rapidly as tears started to build up. When she was finished, his tail was trembling slightly.
"What do you have to say?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "I hope you're not upset. I would be proud to have a father who was such a strong warrior for the Reich."
"It can't be true..." Kurt whispered.
"Oh but it is." Moira said. "The photo doesn't lie." Slowly, Kurt looked up at her, and he saw that her eyes were twinkling with mirth. The bitch was enjoying telling him about this, about his father being a Nazi who killed so many people, enjoying each kill.
Kurt narrowed his eyes, his hands slowly starting to crumple up the photo as his grip became tighter.
"What is it?" Moira asked, leaning forward slowly.
Screaming, Kurt lunged at her, punching her in the face as hard as he could.