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Chapter 3
No one stood in Wolverine's way as he carried Kurt to Kurt's barren room. Once there, he gently (gently for Wolverine at least) plopped the blue mutant down on the bed, then poured him a glass of water from the pitcher on the bed stand and set it next to the pitcher for easy access. Other than a bookshelf lined with different bibles (and, strategically placed here and there between the religious readings was the occasional western book, situated so it seemed they were there by accident to any onlooker), posters from the Munich Circus, and a straight-backed wooden chair, there really wasn't anything personal of the mutant's. A few candles flickered near the window, but, as opposed to making the room cheery, they seemed to make the place somehow more forlorn looking.
As Nightcrawler tossed fitfully in his sleep, Logan grabbed a book from the shelf (Guns 'n' Roses), lit a fire in the fireplace, and sat down in the chair where he began to read.
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He awoke some hours later, neck stiff, and a blanket carefully tucked around his shoulders. Logan stood up, wincing as his joints creaked, and turned.
Kurt sat on the windowsill (hunched on the windowsill; it was a very small sill, and Kurt was nearly 6' 3"- not that anyone could tell by looking at him; he always hunched) with tears shining on his face, reflected in the pale moonlight. As Wolverine watched, a large tear slowly spilled from Nightcrawler's eye, and trickled down his cheek, partially obstructed by Kurt's raised scars.
"Tell me." Logan said softly.
Kurt shuddered briefly, then looked away from the window to Wolverine. He smiled softly. "It vas the best of times, it vas the vorst of times…" he recited. Having gotten that out of his system, and upon seeing Logan's famous raised eyebrow, he wiped his face. "Fine, Herr Volverine. Tell you I shall."
Wolverine settled onto Kurt's bed (neatly made by this point) and prepared for a tale.
"I vent out for a valk, but as I vas valking, a van pulled up, und an arm reached out from it… Next thing I knew, I vas strapped down, staring up at Meester AAAAAAAH!" Great waves of pain rolled through Kurt's bloodstream, making him spasm horribly.
"What? What? What's the matter!? How can I help you? SPEAK, ELF! SPEAK!" Logan yelled, crouching at Kurt's side.
The pain abated after several minutes, and Kurt lay on the ground, moaning softly. "Herr Volverine," he said quietly, "it seems I cannot tell you. Zey haff made it impossible…"
Logan stood looking down at the mutant, his face screwed up in concentration. He stood in that position for several minutes before reaching down and yanking Kurt to his feet. "C'mon, Elf, let's go to wheels." He said, and dragged Kurt bodily down the hallway to Professor Xavier's office.
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"You are physically unable to tell Logan what happened?" Prof. X. asked Kurt, who was sitting across from him.
"Ja… I haff tried, but… it has not vorked." Kurt said, and lowered his eyes, obviously expecting a reprimand. Logan watched from a chair in the corned, in which he was lounging, pushed into the plush chair like a dog on a rug in front of a fireplace. "I am sorry." Kurt muttered, his eyes still averted.
"It is not a problem. Now, try to relax…" Xavier said softly, and locked his eyes with Kurt's.
Kurt, remembering Jean asking him to do the same when she was trying to figure out where Striker's base was, nodded his head briefly, and relaxed about two hairs. Technically, he was relaxed.
Logan raised an eyebrow and leaned forward in his chair to watch the professor attempt to read Elf's mind. He watched as Professor X leaned forward and squinted his eyes in concentration. He saw Kurt's eyes flutter and roll upwards before they closed. Wheels continued to squint his eyes before—
"GAAAH!" Xavier cried out, and fell out of his wheelchair.
"AAAACH!" Nightcrawler screamed, and, once again, collapsed to the floor. He didn't spasm though; he hit the ground and ceased all movements.
"Professor X!" Logan cried, and leapt to his side. He picked his mentor up and put him into the wheelchair.
Xavier leaned his head on his hand, then shook his head. "I cannot read your mind, Kurt. There is some form of an in…an…inhibi…inhibitor and LOGAN HELP HIM!" he cried, apparently realizing that Nightcrawler was not moving- at all.
Logan leaned over and gingerly scooped Kurt's head into his hands. "Elf?" he asked.
No response came.
"Elf?!" Logan cried out louder, and let his hands slide away from Kurt's head. Kurt's head slid back to the floor, and didn't move; his entire body was completely motionless. Logan noted with horror that even Kurt's sides were still- he wasn't breathing. "ELF!"
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Professor Xavier and Wolverine rushed Nightcrawler's body to the emergency ward that was below the school. As they ran (or, in Xavier's case, wheeled) through the well lit, but somehow desolate halls, neither could help but wonder if it was too late. Both counted the seconds they were wasting trying to get Kurt to the little medical help they could offer.
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"Unh…" Kurt moaned, his head throbbing where the butt of the gun had connected with his skull. He tried to reach over to massage it, but found that he couldn't- his arms were bound by metal bindings. "Vhat the…?" Nightcrawler muttered, then he tried to teleport…
…only to discover that he still was not allowed to teleport, and received a massive shock.
"GAAAH!" His nerves were turned inside out, then roasted mercilessly. The actual shocking was over in an instant, but his nerves continued jump horribly.
The jangling stopped, or rather the jangling slowly tapered off, and Nightcrawler saw a familiar face standing over him, a long needle in his hands glinting in the fluorescent lights.
"You!" Kurt cried in outrage. "Vhat haff you done to Ororo?!"
The person leaned over and sank the needle into Kurt's neck. As the mutant struggled against his bindings, she whispered, "You'll find out soon enough, my son…"
Kurt froze. "I am no son of yours… it is impossible! Nein, nein!" he spat, panic wracking his bones.
His captor smiled and leaned forward again. She calmly opened her mouth and
"CLEAR!"
Another massive shock rolled through Nightcrawler, this one starting at his chest.
"COME ON, YOU BLEEDIN' ELF! I FRICKEN SAID 'CLEAR'!"
The fluorescent lights flicked briefly, then Kurt Wagner found himself staring into Professor X's concerned face. The blue mutant moaned, then tried to sit up.
"I wouldn't suggest that, Mr. Wagner. I will have Logan carry you to your room where you are to stay. in. bed. Is that clear?"
"Ja." Kurt choked out, his voice weak.
Logan stepped forward. "Lets go, Elf." He said before carefully picking Nightcrawler up and carrying him back to his room. Kurt didn't resist; he was much too weak to even try.
Xavier watched them go in silence. He distinctly thought he heard Logan mutter, "You better carry me when I get weak, Elf…". He had caught flashes of Kurt's dream, and was left feeling very troubled inside. What had become of his poor Ororo, he still could not say.
A/N: Hey, anyone who knows and can correctly tell me who Kurt's mother is (based on the comics, etc.) gets to pop into the story as a mutant student! Sound good? Please R&R even if you don't know…
