A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews! Here's a bit more, and these people are not mine (dang!)…

Chapter 2

He was standing in the kitchen at the mansion; his newest home. A figure was slumped over the kitchen table, apparently asleep on it's arm.

Nightcrawler began to walk closer to the figure, his footsteps heavy and mechanical. He tried to stop himself; tried to turn around, but to no avail. He had lost control of his body, but he was still in some desolate part of his mind, wide-awake, but utterly helpless. He tried to call out to the figure, which had begun to stir, before he paused at the figure's side.

The figure sat up, and Nightcrawler felt a sinking in his stomach- it was Storm.

Storm called out to him, but his eyes were closed, shutting him out completely. In his room, Kurt kicked and screamed, knowing what little it would do. The only minor sign of his attempts was the mild trembling of his body. He was just as aware of the trembling as he was aware of the rain pattering outside. He could hear Storm's voice, but it was very distant and muffled; he could hardly make out a word. All he could do was try to increase the gentle shaking.

Then, for one glorious moment, he had felt Storm's arms (however distantly, he had still felt them) and he had heard her softly whisper "I love you…" in his ear. The words he had dreamt of saying to her, and she had finally said them to him. He froze, love wrenching his heart, and the horrid urges taking over his body prevailed in the losing battle Kurt had been fighting ever since he found himself in the kitchen.

Nightcrawler felt her lips against his, pressing hard. He tried to react, but the control hold over his body was complete; he couldn't even produce a shiver. Instead, his arms reached up as his face dipped down. Kurt felt her soft, mocha-colored skin beneath his lips, and longed for the ability to sigh. This was a sin, even more so since he couldn't stop it.

Fear flashed briefly across his mind; what if his body forced him to…to couple with Storm? But all of his fears disappeared as his teeth sank into her neck, tearing at fragile nerve endings. He hadn't bitten anyone in years, and even when he had, it had been in defense.

His tail swung the bat, and his lovely Storm collapsed. His body leaned over and picked her up, and they teleported.

~*~*~*~

"Ach, my head!" Nightcrawler moaned, rolling over. His head pounded, and he gently knead his indigo temples. He did this for a while before realized something: he was doing it of his own free will. He leapt off the bed, and stared around.

He was in a small concrete, square room. Light filtered in through a small, barred window at the far side of the room. Through it, Kurt could see green grass. Instantly, he tried to teleport.

ZZAAAPP!

Kurt's world was replaced by only white-hot pain, ripping at his every cell. He screamed out, and found that he was in a fetal position on the floor, his tail twitching uncontrollably as his arms spasmed. Gasping for breath, his hands sought out a metal collar that was around his throat.

He recognized it from his previous captivity- a teleportation inhibitor. Now fear seeped through his marrow. "Storm? Are…are you zhere? Are you anyvare vithin hearing distance?" he called out softly, his German accent thicker then ever. "Anyvone? Professor Xavier? Anyvone?" Apparently not… he thought.

Getting down on his knees, Kurt Wagner began to pray.

~*~*~*~

Hours later, his prayers were interrupted by the clanging of a door. He paused and looked up, only to see a man covered in black from head to foot apparently staring down at him. "Can I help you?" Kurt asked conversationally.

"Get up, mutie."

"Nein, I don't zhink so… I much prefer praying, zhank you."

"Get. Up."

"Ach, nein… Vhy should I?" Kurt was even shocking himself with his sudden bravado.

The black-clad man stared down at him, then raised a gun and pointed it at Nightcrawler's heart. "Wanna get up now?"

Kurt laughed bitterly. "Vhat do I haff to lose?" he asked, looking up at the man, completely ignoring the gun threatening him so simply. He even spread his arms out for effect.

"How about that little number you came in with?"

"Storm?! Don't…you…dare…touch…her." All lilting humor was gone from his voice. "Please, don't hurt her."

"Then get up."

Kurt glared at the man, then muttered, "Lord, protect my soul, as vell as Storm's." before slowly rising up. He stood and lowered his eyes. "Now. I haff done eet. Vhat do you vant?!" His accent became thicker with each word; he was no longer sure how easily the man could understand him, nor did he care.

The man chuckled. "This." With that, he raised the butt of his gun and swung it at Kurt.

Automatically, giving into pure instinct, Kurt tried to teleport. "AAAAUUGH!" he screamed, collapsing.

"This is too easy." The man said, then brought the butt of his gun down on the mutant's temple, knocking him out instantly.

~*~*~*~

Bamf.

Nightcrawler was inside of the mansion. He glanced around the kitchen, and, upon seeing a lack of people, he continued through the house.

~*~*~*~

"Hey! The Elf is here!" Logan's gruff voice called out. "Jesus effin' Christ, what the hell happened to you?"

Kurt was a mess. A notable ring of pinkened flesh was around his neck where the inhibitor had been. Blood matted the hair at his left temple, and the temple itself was swollen grotesquely. He had a noticeable limp, and his tail hung lifelessly on the floor behind him. "I…I…" Kurt stammered, then he broke down. His shoulders shook horribly, and he put a two-fingered hand to his face.

"Hey…hey… C-come on now… we'll talk to Wheels, 'kay?" Logan asked, trying to comfort the blue mutant in front of him.

"Nein…nein… I-I cannot…it vas… it vas so… so horrid!" Nightcrawler cried out, his shoulders shaking. He turned, and ran to the back door and into the courtyard.

Logan watched him for a moment before following him. He had smelt something…odd… on the Elf, and he didn't like it. Hesitantly, Logan staked out Nightcrawler's hiding spot- a tree. He climbed up, and sat next to the blue man.

"It vas terrible…" Nightcrawler choked out.

"I think we've established that. So," Logan sighed, "wanna tell me what happened?"

Nightcrawler shuddered visibly. "Zey haff Ororo."

Logan's eyebrow shot up and nearly disappeared into his hairline. "Who has Ororo?"

"Meester—AAAGH!" Nightcrawler began, then clutched onto his left wrist. "Ach…ach… I am sorry, Herr Volverine, but... ach…I cannot tell you." he said softly, tears of pain (physical and mental) streaming down his face in long rivers.

"What…the hell…was that?" Wolverine asked, eyebrows having completely disappeared into his hair.

"It vas... zey are giving me a sh-sh-shot! ACH!" Nightcrawler grabbed onto his arm, and collapsed out of the tree. He lay on the ground, shuddering weakly, still clutching his arm.

"Woah." Wolverine jumped down and knelt beside the blue man. "That hurt, didn't it?"

Kurt nodded his head weakly, eyes clamped shut.

"Uhm…d'ya think Wheels could help? You know, do the psychic mind reading… thingy?"

"N-nein. I… am…so… s-s-sorry…" With that, Kurt let himself fade into the darkness that had been threatening to take him since the first wave of pain from his wrist. He had a final glance at Logan's concerned features, then…

…then there was only darkness and pain…

A/N: Thanks for reading thus far! Hope this chappy was as good as the previous! Evil Kurt…hmm, lets see what's wrong with his arm, say what? Muahaha… Please review!