Kurt had met the Logan of his world a few times and he could tell
right away that this version was a much bigger bad ass.
His right arm was missing for one thing. Kurt cocked an eyebrow slightly at that, wondering how someone with a healing factor could lose a limb like that. The Logan of his world had eyes that looked like they had seen a lot in his years. This Logan had seen a lot more, plus ten.
He had been shown pictures of Nightcrawler's friend Piotr and this one didn't look like them at all. His muscular arms and hands were scarred, and he had a nasty looking slash across his nose, marring it to one side. His hair was graying all ready, including some white spots as well.
All in all, it really surprised him when those two hardened and scarred warriors smiled at him fondly.
"He's definitely Elf's son." Logan said. "Look at the tail."
"Even so, you can still see Katya is his mother." Piotr pointed out.
"Moira said that my parents fought for the Reich." Kurt said. "How are rebels friends with their enemies?"
"It's called lying." A woman calmly pointed out, sharpening a dagger on a whetting stone. "Nazis are known for doing that. You should have realized that by now."
"I don't want to, but she had a picture and..."
"You are so sad." Kurt was starting to lose his temper.
"Look, I'm not in the mood for this!" he snapped. "One minute I'm in my room, the next I'm getting arrested by Nazis! Just lay off!"
He barely had time to duck as the dagger flew at his head. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that SheCat had caught it by the blade. Calmly, she twirled it once before slipping it in her sleeve.
"Thanks for sharpening my dagger, Bamfette." She said. Logan cleared his throat, frowning a bit.
"If you're all done?" Bamfette laughed, waving a hand at him airily.
"You can start." Sighing, Logan shook his head.
"Kurt, your father was the son of two freedom fighters; Mystique and Aloysius Wagner." Piotr said. "Aloysius was killed before he was born and Mystique gave him to a Romani tribe to keep him safe. Being a rebel is dangerous for little children you see."
"But one of them was a traitor." Logan growled. "Werner betrayed the tribe to the Gestapo, and everyone was killed except your father.
"We don't really know what happened after that for a while. The first time we saw him after that was during a raid on Nazi supplies.
"Piotr, didn't you fight with him during that?" Logan asked, turning to him with raised eyebrows.
"Da, just before Hauptmann Englande went berserk." Piotr nodded. "Nightcrawler had grabbed my arm and teleported us out of there, taking us away from most of the main battles. He leapt off of me and waited for my head to clear before he pounced.
"We fought, and to most people it looked like we were really trying to kill each other. But to my surprise he was telling me all he could about planned raids and such on our bases. The fighting was all fake for him."
Kurt listened as Logan and Piotr talked about his father, with some Nightscrawler members adding in a few things here and there. Kurt heard stories about his father all the way up to when a crippled Hauptmann Englande returned. He heard about how his father and his mother would sneak into the camp and help them plan attacks, or simply play with the little children. There were a lot of stories from Nightscrawlers who had been taken care of by Nightcrawler and Shadowcat.
"He showed me how to put my hair in one long braid with flowers woven in it!" Rowena said, showing one of them off. "I can still hear him telling me how to do it!"
"Your mother was always so soft spoken with everyone." Bitsy said. "She was the only one who could get all of the children to go to bed!"
"But how did he die?" Kurt asked. Everyone looked at each other before they shrugged helplessly.
"We don't know." Logan said. "All we know is that your parents escaped this world with a portal traveling machine, pissing off the Fuhrer royally. Then, we hear that Hauptmann Englande is going to try and get them back. The last news we heard about them was that they were able to chase Hauptmann Englande out; leaving him blinded."
"What happened to Hauptmann Englande?" Kurt asked. Siona started to laugh, high fiving Slarti.
"Target practice for our sniper rifles!" they laughed. ***
"I want every tunnel searched through!" Callisto said, loading and cocking her handgun. "I don't care how long it takes and how many die! If we fail, the Fuhrer himself will have our heads!"
"But what if we don't find them?" someone asked. Callisto shot him in the throat, her eye narrowed dangerously.
"Do any of you have any more questions?" she asked.
Nope. ***
Moira didn't have time standing around waiting for Kurt to be brought in dead or alive.
She hoped he was brought in dead.
But she had something more important to deal with. She was waiting for the Fuhrer to give the ok for sending in a full-blown invasion army to Earth 616. He had been hesitant, bringing up Hauptmann Englande's failure.
"Hauptmann Englande was a fool who thought with his dick!" Moira had argued. "If we send a better leader then we'll be able to add a whole new world to the Reich Empire!"
She had argued so much that the Fuhrer finally said he would think it over and give her his answer as soon as possible.
"In the mean time," he said, his voice becoming dangerous, "I want you to find that boy from Earth 616! We cannot let people know he exists!"
Moira felt weak, listening to the Fuhrer telling her what to do like she was a mere Brown Shirt or something from Bavaria.
She stood on the balcony, watching the sun slowly starting to sink in the horizon. Narrowing her eyes, she clicked her teeth together softly.
She would find Kurt, and she would make the mongrel suffer. ***
Looking through the sewers wasn't working, and it was pissing Callisto off.
"We need to go through the forest." She snarled. "The Nightscrawlers must have found him first!"
"But the traps!" a soldier pointed out. "We'll get lost and killed in there." He gulped and stepped back when Callisto pointed her gun at his head.
"I said we're going into the forest and looking for them!" she growled. "Call up the base and tell them to send us as many soldiers as they can, and to make sure they're armed for serious gun fights!" Saluting, the soldier ran to complete the order.
Callisto watched the soldier run off to complete her order, and she steeled herself, turning to face the forest with her one eye glittering like steel. Moira had only left her with two choices, and she was ready to fulfill either one.
Get the son of Nightcrawler and Shadowcat, or die trying. ***
"So, do you still think your dad was an evil Nazi?"
Kurt looked up from his plate of food to Zuno, who was sitting across from him and smiling faintly. He shrugged, looking down into his plate.
"I don't know what to believe about my father. I'm torn." He said softly.
"Don't worry." Zuno said. "You'll figure it out sometime."
"I don't have the time. I need to figure it out. Then I can try and get back to my home world!" Kurt said, putting his plate down in frustration.
"You shouldn't push these things you know." Looking over his shoulder slowly, Kurt saw that Tatu had been listening in on them talking the whole time. "It'll come to you in time."
"How do you know?" Kurt snorted. "Who are you to give me advice on this?" Tatu cocked an eyebrow slightly, and he shrugged, turning back to cleaning his gun.
"I'm someone who knows how to control my emotions. Something you should take the time to learn yourself." He countered calmly. Rolling his eyes, Kurt put his bowl down and he slowly laid down, closing his eyes to try and go to sleep.
***
He found himself in a misty field, all alone. Confused, Kurt looked around rapidly, trying to find a way out of there.
The sound of blades striking each other called to him. Turning in that direction, he started to run towards it, thinking that he would find all of the answers he was looking for when he reached it.
He stopped slowly, seeing an outline of a man fighting nothing with one rapier, one arm behind his back in the classic fencing pose for swashbucklers.
"Hello?" he called. "Who are you?" he asked. The man stopped his attacks on the invisible foe, and Kurt suddenly realized that the man had a long tail that ended in a spade.
The mist parted, and Kurt found himself looking at SkyElf, the man his father became after he left this world. The others didn't know that Kurt had changed his look once he reached Earth 616, but Kurt was positive this was his father.
Slowly, SkyElf started to walk up to him, his tail swaying clock like back and forth. He stopped a few feet away from Kurt, looking at him with smoldering yellow eyes, his ponytail fluttering behind him in an invisible wind. Twirling his rapier, his held it out to Kurt handle first.
Kurt looked at him confused, when he saw SkyElf lift his head and look at something behind him. Turning around, Kurt saw the one thing that had terrified him when he first came here coming towards him.
It was Nightcrawler of the Lightning Squad coming towards them, his walk something of a swagger, his naked legs moving silkily. He stopped at the same distance SkyElf was, leaving Kurt with a form of his father on either side. Slowly, Nightcrawler held out his rapier hilt first.
"I don't understand." Kurt said, looking from one to the other. "Do you want me to choose?" he asked. Slowly, both men nodded, keeping their blades held out.
"Well this is easy." Kurt snorted, he turned to SkyElf and he reached for his handle, gripping it tightly.
It burned him, and he screamed. ***
"Kurt! Kurt, wake up!"
Kurt woke with a scream, finding Kladyelf shaking him violently. He looked at his hand, and he saw that it had wandered into the fire.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Getting to her feet, she quickly gave him a gun.
"Gestapo are attacking!" she said, running off.
"But I thought they couldn't find your camp!" he cried, leaping to his feet.
"They really wanted to find us this time!" Siona said, climbing up a tree and resting her rifle on her shoulder. "More fun for us!"
That's when Kurt finally heard the gunshots going off.
His right arm was missing for one thing. Kurt cocked an eyebrow slightly at that, wondering how someone with a healing factor could lose a limb like that. The Logan of his world had eyes that looked like they had seen a lot in his years. This Logan had seen a lot more, plus ten.
He had been shown pictures of Nightcrawler's friend Piotr and this one didn't look like them at all. His muscular arms and hands were scarred, and he had a nasty looking slash across his nose, marring it to one side. His hair was graying all ready, including some white spots as well.
All in all, it really surprised him when those two hardened and scarred warriors smiled at him fondly.
"He's definitely Elf's son." Logan said. "Look at the tail."
"Even so, you can still see Katya is his mother." Piotr pointed out.
"Moira said that my parents fought for the Reich." Kurt said. "How are rebels friends with their enemies?"
"It's called lying." A woman calmly pointed out, sharpening a dagger on a whetting stone. "Nazis are known for doing that. You should have realized that by now."
"I don't want to, but she had a picture and..."
"You are so sad." Kurt was starting to lose his temper.
"Look, I'm not in the mood for this!" he snapped. "One minute I'm in my room, the next I'm getting arrested by Nazis! Just lay off!"
He barely had time to duck as the dagger flew at his head. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that SheCat had caught it by the blade. Calmly, she twirled it once before slipping it in her sleeve.
"Thanks for sharpening my dagger, Bamfette." She said. Logan cleared his throat, frowning a bit.
"If you're all done?" Bamfette laughed, waving a hand at him airily.
"You can start." Sighing, Logan shook his head.
"Kurt, your father was the son of two freedom fighters; Mystique and Aloysius Wagner." Piotr said. "Aloysius was killed before he was born and Mystique gave him to a Romani tribe to keep him safe. Being a rebel is dangerous for little children you see."
"But one of them was a traitor." Logan growled. "Werner betrayed the tribe to the Gestapo, and everyone was killed except your father.
"We don't really know what happened after that for a while. The first time we saw him after that was during a raid on Nazi supplies.
"Piotr, didn't you fight with him during that?" Logan asked, turning to him with raised eyebrows.
"Da, just before Hauptmann Englande went berserk." Piotr nodded. "Nightcrawler had grabbed my arm and teleported us out of there, taking us away from most of the main battles. He leapt off of me and waited for my head to clear before he pounced.
"We fought, and to most people it looked like we were really trying to kill each other. But to my surprise he was telling me all he could about planned raids and such on our bases. The fighting was all fake for him."
Kurt listened as Logan and Piotr talked about his father, with some Nightscrawler members adding in a few things here and there. Kurt heard stories about his father all the way up to when a crippled Hauptmann Englande returned. He heard about how his father and his mother would sneak into the camp and help them plan attacks, or simply play with the little children. There were a lot of stories from Nightscrawlers who had been taken care of by Nightcrawler and Shadowcat.
"He showed me how to put my hair in one long braid with flowers woven in it!" Rowena said, showing one of them off. "I can still hear him telling me how to do it!"
"Your mother was always so soft spoken with everyone." Bitsy said. "She was the only one who could get all of the children to go to bed!"
"But how did he die?" Kurt asked. Everyone looked at each other before they shrugged helplessly.
"We don't know." Logan said. "All we know is that your parents escaped this world with a portal traveling machine, pissing off the Fuhrer royally. Then, we hear that Hauptmann Englande is going to try and get them back. The last news we heard about them was that they were able to chase Hauptmann Englande out; leaving him blinded."
"What happened to Hauptmann Englande?" Kurt asked. Siona started to laugh, high fiving Slarti.
"Target practice for our sniper rifles!" they laughed. ***
"I want every tunnel searched through!" Callisto said, loading and cocking her handgun. "I don't care how long it takes and how many die! If we fail, the Fuhrer himself will have our heads!"
"But what if we don't find them?" someone asked. Callisto shot him in the throat, her eye narrowed dangerously.
"Do any of you have any more questions?" she asked.
Nope. ***
Moira didn't have time standing around waiting for Kurt to be brought in dead or alive.
She hoped he was brought in dead.
But she had something more important to deal with. She was waiting for the Fuhrer to give the ok for sending in a full-blown invasion army to Earth 616. He had been hesitant, bringing up Hauptmann Englande's failure.
"Hauptmann Englande was a fool who thought with his dick!" Moira had argued. "If we send a better leader then we'll be able to add a whole new world to the Reich Empire!"
She had argued so much that the Fuhrer finally said he would think it over and give her his answer as soon as possible.
"In the mean time," he said, his voice becoming dangerous, "I want you to find that boy from Earth 616! We cannot let people know he exists!"
Moira felt weak, listening to the Fuhrer telling her what to do like she was a mere Brown Shirt or something from Bavaria.
She stood on the balcony, watching the sun slowly starting to sink in the horizon. Narrowing her eyes, she clicked her teeth together softly.
She would find Kurt, and she would make the mongrel suffer. ***
Looking through the sewers wasn't working, and it was pissing Callisto off.
"We need to go through the forest." She snarled. "The Nightscrawlers must have found him first!"
"But the traps!" a soldier pointed out. "We'll get lost and killed in there." He gulped and stepped back when Callisto pointed her gun at his head.
"I said we're going into the forest and looking for them!" she growled. "Call up the base and tell them to send us as many soldiers as they can, and to make sure they're armed for serious gun fights!" Saluting, the soldier ran to complete the order.
Callisto watched the soldier run off to complete her order, and she steeled herself, turning to face the forest with her one eye glittering like steel. Moira had only left her with two choices, and she was ready to fulfill either one.
Get the son of Nightcrawler and Shadowcat, or die trying. ***
"So, do you still think your dad was an evil Nazi?"
Kurt looked up from his plate of food to Zuno, who was sitting across from him and smiling faintly. He shrugged, looking down into his plate.
"I don't know what to believe about my father. I'm torn." He said softly.
"Don't worry." Zuno said. "You'll figure it out sometime."
"I don't have the time. I need to figure it out. Then I can try and get back to my home world!" Kurt said, putting his plate down in frustration.
"You shouldn't push these things you know." Looking over his shoulder slowly, Kurt saw that Tatu had been listening in on them talking the whole time. "It'll come to you in time."
"How do you know?" Kurt snorted. "Who are you to give me advice on this?" Tatu cocked an eyebrow slightly, and he shrugged, turning back to cleaning his gun.
"I'm someone who knows how to control my emotions. Something you should take the time to learn yourself." He countered calmly. Rolling his eyes, Kurt put his bowl down and he slowly laid down, closing his eyes to try and go to sleep.
***
He found himself in a misty field, all alone. Confused, Kurt looked around rapidly, trying to find a way out of there.
The sound of blades striking each other called to him. Turning in that direction, he started to run towards it, thinking that he would find all of the answers he was looking for when he reached it.
He stopped slowly, seeing an outline of a man fighting nothing with one rapier, one arm behind his back in the classic fencing pose for swashbucklers.
"Hello?" he called. "Who are you?" he asked. The man stopped his attacks on the invisible foe, and Kurt suddenly realized that the man had a long tail that ended in a spade.
The mist parted, and Kurt found himself looking at SkyElf, the man his father became after he left this world. The others didn't know that Kurt had changed his look once he reached Earth 616, but Kurt was positive this was his father.
Slowly, SkyElf started to walk up to him, his tail swaying clock like back and forth. He stopped a few feet away from Kurt, looking at him with smoldering yellow eyes, his ponytail fluttering behind him in an invisible wind. Twirling his rapier, his held it out to Kurt handle first.
Kurt looked at him confused, when he saw SkyElf lift his head and look at something behind him. Turning around, Kurt saw the one thing that had terrified him when he first came here coming towards him.
It was Nightcrawler of the Lightning Squad coming towards them, his walk something of a swagger, his naked legs moving silkily. He stopped at the same distance SkyElf was, leaving Kurt with a form of his father on either side. Slowly, Nightcrawler held out his rapier hilt first.
"I don't understand." Kurt said, looking from one to the other. "Do you want me to choose?" he asked. Slowly, both men nodded, keeping their blades held out.
"Well this is easy." Kurt snorted, he turned to SkyElf and he reached for his handle, gripping it tightly.
It burned him, and he screamed. ***
"Kurt! Kurt, wake up!"
Kurt woke with a scream, finding Kladyelf shaking him violently. He looked at his hand, and he saw that it had wandered into the fire.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Getting to her feet, she quickly gave him a gun.
"Gestapo are attacking!" she said, running off.
"But I thought they couldn't find your camp!" he cried, leaping to his feet.
"They really wanted to find us this time!" Siona said, climbing up a tree and resting her rifle on her shoulder. "More fun for us!"
That's when Kurt finally heard the gunshots going off.