It was that bald man in the wheel chair. He was rolling into the
room, and something told him that he was going to meet him and maybe even
try to talk to him.
Baxtalo curled up his lip slightly, snarling at Xavier as he rolled up beside his bed. Narrowing his eyes, he clenched his fist and imagined what it would feel like to have his hands around the man's neck and strangle him while bashing his head on the concrete ground.
"There's no need to be so graphic about it." Xavier said. "I think one bang to the concrete would finish me off just fine."
"Stay out of my head you filthy gadje slut!" Baxtalo raged, trying to sit so violently that he tore at the flesh on his wrists. He winced, crying out as he lay back down.
"Gadje?" Xavier asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. "That's a Roma word meaning a non-Roma. Are you a Romani?" Kurt fell silent, looking straight a head.
"Oh I see; you're going to refuse to answer my questions eh?" Xavier asked with a faint smile. "I could easily go into your mind and..."
"STAY OUT OF MY MIND!" Baxtalo screamed, looking at him angrily. "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO WHERE YOU'RE NOT INVITED YOU STUPID GADJE FILTH!" Xavier looked at him calmly, reaching out a hand and resting it on Baxtalo's arm.
"Baxtalo..."
"Don't touch me!" he snarled, narrowing his eyes.
"I want to help you." Xavier said.
Baxtalo spit in his face.
Xavier closed his eyes slightly, taking out a handkerchief and wiping it off. He looked down slightly, trying to think of what to do or say.
"If you want to help me, go kill yourself!" Baxtalo said. "I don't want or need anything from you!" Seeing that staying here would do no good, Xavier nodded and left Baxtalo alone with his anger and frustration.
***
This went on for two weeks.
Every day Xavier would come in and try to either make Baxtalo open up, or give him permission to delve into his mind.
Baxtalo told him to suck Scott's crank, screw Hank hard, get his own crank sucked, suck HIS crank, kill himself, etc. etc.
But Baxtalo was starting to wear down from Xavier's visits. He at first got a kick out of frustrating him by swearing and cursing at him constantly. Sometimes, he would simply thrash about, a few times very nearly breaking out of his bonds and scaring the shit out of Xavier.
Soon, his tricks got old, and he stopped yelling and screaming at him. He often was quiet, listening to Xavier as he spoke gentle words to him. He almost reminded him of Magneto, except he said that humans weren't the enemy out to kill all of the mutants.
He was starting to like him in fact.
One day, when Xavier was talking to him, Baxtalo slowly pushed himself to say something to him.
"Kurt." He said.
"Excuse me?" Xavier asked, tilting his head to one side.
"My name." Baxtalo said softly. "It's Kurt, not Baxtalo. Baxtalo is Rom for lucky, and it's the only word I can spell."
"Kurt then." Xavier nodded. "Do you want to talk?" He shook his head slightly.
"I can't say it." He whispered weakly.
"Do you want me to look into your mind?" Xavier asked. Kurt nodded, looking away from him. "All right then, I'm going to untie your hands and feet to do this all right? I need your word that you won't try anything."
"I promise." Kurt nodded. Xavier undid the straps, and Kurt rubbed his wrists and ankles lightly before he sat up, turning his head to look at him.
"When I look, you will also see all right?" Xavier asked. Kurt nodded, and Xavier slowly placed his hands on Kurt's temples, concentrating on his past memories.
Baxtalo curled up his lip slightly, snarling at Xavier as he rolled up beside his bed. Narrowing his eyes, he clenched his fist and imagined what it would feel like to have his hands around the man's neck and strangle him while bashing his head on the concrete ground.
"There's no need to be so graphic about it." Xavier said. "I think one bang to the concrete would finish me off just fine."
"Stay out of my head you filthy gadje slut!" Baxtalo raged, trying to sit so violently that he tore at the flesh on his wrists. He winced, crying out as he lay back down.
"Gadje?" Xavier asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. "That's a Roma word meaning a non-Roma. Are you a Romani?" Kurt fell silent, looking straight a head.
"Oh I see; you're going to refuse to answer my questions eh?" Xavier asked with a faint smile. "I could easily go into your mind and..."
"STAY OUT OF MY MIND!" Baxtalo screamed, looking at him angrily. "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO WHERE YOU'RE NOT INVITED YOU STUPID GADJE FILTH!" Xavier looked at him calmly, reaching out a hand and resting it on Baxtalo's arm.
"Baxtalo..."
"Don't touch me!" he snarled, narrowing his eyes.
"I want to help you." Xavier said.
Baxtalo spit in his face.
Xavier closed his eyes slightly, taking out a handkerchief and wiping it off. He looked down slightly, trying to think of what to do or say.
"If you want to help me, go kill yourself!" Baxtalo said. "I don't want or need anything from you!" Seeing that staying here would do no good, Xavier nodded and left Baxtalo alone with his anger and frustration.
***
This went on for two weeks.
Every day Xavier would come in and try to either make Baxtalo open up, or give him permission to delve into his mind.
Baxtalo told him to suck Scott's crank, screw Hank hard, get his own crank sucked, suck HIS crank, kill himself, etc. etc.
But Baxtalo was starting to wear down from Xavier's visits. He at first got a kick out of frustrating him by swearing and cursing at him constantly. Sometimes, he would simply thrash about, a few times very nearly breaking out of his bonds and scaring the shit out of Xavier.
Soon, his tricks got old, and he stopped yelling and screaming at him. He often was quiet, listening to Xavier as he spoke gentle words to him. He almost reminded him of Magneto, except he said that humans weren't the enemy out to kill all of the mutants.
He was starting to like him in fact.
One day, when Xavier was talking to him, Baxtalo slowly pushed himself to say something to him.
"Kurt." He said.
"Excuse me?" Xavier asked, tilting his head to one side.
"My name." Baxtalo said softly. "It's Kurt, not Baxtalo. Baxtalo is Rom for lucky, and it's the only word I can spell."
"Kurt then." Xavier nodded. "Do you want to talk?" He shook his head slightly.
"I can't say it." He whispered weakly.
"Do you want me to look into your mind?" Xavier asked. Kurt nodded, looking away from him. "All right then, I'm going to untie your hands and feet to do this all right? I need your word that you won't try anything."
"I promise." Kurt nodded. Xavier undid the straps, and Kurt rubbed his wrists and ankles lightly before he sat up, turning his head to look at him.
"When I look, you will also see all right?" Xavier asked. Kurt nodded, and Xavier slowly placed his hands on Kurt's temples, concentrating on his past memories.
