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Chapter 3: Troubles of Both
"ELLIEN!"
They were still haunting her, those images, laughing at her, hurting her, whispering about her. She couldn't take it. Ellien struck out hard at the figure on her left, hoping to make the pain go away.
"ELLIEN! ICH BIN KURT!"
The name made her stop, think about what she was doing. NO! This was not the real Kurt; this was only something her mind was doing to play tricks on her. She lashed out at the supposed false Kurt. The next thing she felt was a familiar pair of arms going all the way around hers from behind, holding her arms tight so that she could not move. This was far more substantial than any of the images she had; it was real. Ellien's mind stopped dead (no, not literally) and she was able to concentrate on the real world, although she still had a terrible headache. The pair of arms loosened enough for her to turn around and see her holder. Blood ran down Kurt's face from his nose, but his eyes were full of concern.
"Ellien?"
The tears returned to Ellien's eyes more ferociously than before. She could do nothing but slowly drop her head face down, on Kurt's blue shoulder, and cry. Kurt said nothing, but waited until she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
"Ich lasse sie nicht," he whispered softly. Yet in the back of his mind, a small voice arose, reminding him of his duties to Gott and of his unwillingness to form relationships involving love. "Sie ist eine Freunde," he told himself repeatedly, "nichts mehr." She was only a friend, nothing more. Or so he thought.
Ellien awoke a little before the dawn, around five-thirty a.m. She realized with a surprise, and a thought of comfort, that Kurt's arms were still around her, gentle but firm. She looked up and saw that Kurt's eyes were closed. God, he's been here all night and I only met him yesterday, she thought with a touch of guilt. The blood, though dried, was still on his face.
Ellien figured she should get up and change out of the low-cut nightgown she was wearing, but as soon as she moved her leg, Kurt's eyes flashed open suddenly, as if he was only dozing. Ellien felt something wrapped around her bare leg, and as she looked down she saw a classic devil shaped tail (although it was blue instead of the usual red) slither from its place around her leg to behind Kurt. He went extremely red right away and looked down to his lap, then to the floor when he realized Ellien was half-sitting on the former.
"Entschuldigung, it has a mind of its own sometimes," said the still shirtless Kurt rather embarrassedly.
"Kurt, I. . ." Ellien trailed off.
He brought his gaze back up to her face.
"No apologies needed, meine Freunde," whispered Kurt as he carefully, but somewhat dizzily, climbed off the bed and quickly BAMFED to his own room.
Ellien sat there for a moment in shock. No one had ever comforted her to this point before, especially if they knew that Ellien could accidentally knock them out from the explosion of thoughts inside their heads. Yet Kurt had selflessly watched over her the whole night.
Ellien shook her head. She knew, although she hated to admit it, that she had little or no real control of her talent yet. Perhaps the professor could help.
After showering and getting dressed in the usual (jeans and a tight tee shirt) Ellien walked down to breakfast. It was only about 8 am. As she wandered the halls she comforted herself with one thought: She did have control of her camouflaging talent. Ellien practiced with it as she strolled to the kitchen, slipping in and out of sight. She went out on purpose when she neared the kitchen, wondering with a small giggle if anyone would know she was there. The only person in the kitchen was Logan, who was leaning back against the counter with soda in hand and a glazed look across his eyes. As Ellien neared him he came back to Earth and looked around the kitchen. He sniffed the air as Ellien drew nearer and set down the soda as he cracked his knuckles. Ellien may not have been the best of fighters, but she sure as hell knew that moves like that meant trouble.
Ellien quickly backed away until she was up against the opposite counter from Logan, and slipped back into sight. Logan snapped into motion, doing a 360( to place him directly in front of Ellien, and at the same time shooting three metal spikes out of each hand. The point of his middle left claw ended up a hair's width away from Ellien's eye.
The two stood there for a moment in shocked silence.
"Guess I won't try that again around you," said Ellien dryly. Logan quickly withdrew his claws and backed away.
"Sorry, kid. . . You scared me a bit there," said Logan smoothly. "So, is that what you do? Blend in with the background?
"Yep, but that's not all. . .I can mess up people's minds."
"How?"
"Ehh, it's kinda hard to explain. . . I make them see a lot of weird things. But I can't do it on command yet, I'm still trying to control when and what they see."
"Well when you do get control, you let me know. I've been wanting to see a lot of things lately," said Logan with a mischievous grin. Ellien raised an eyebrow.
"Do I really want to know what you want to see?"
Logan grinned again. "Depends. Hey, Iceman."
Bobby walked in. "Hey, Logan. Professor Xavier wants to see you in his office," said Bobby as he took a seat at the island.
"See you guys later," replied Logan as he walked out the door. Ellien walked over and leaned over the opposite side of the island from where Bobby was sitting.
"So. . . What ya got around here to eat?"
"Pretty much anything. Just look through all the cupboards until you find something," replied Bobby. Ellien stood up and browsed around until she found bread, peanut butter, jelly, and a toaster. She toasted two slices of bread and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Bobby eating a bowl of Lucky Charms and watching her all the while. When she finally sat down next to Bobby with the finished sandwich, Bobby looked impressed.
"Wow, that's way more effort I would put into breakfast!"
Ellien laughed through a mouthful. "It's my favorite," she said
thickly between the sticky peanut butter. Bobby shook the box of Lucky
Charms.
"So much easier," he grinned, as he took another bite.
"Aww, dammit, I did it again," he moaned as he took the spoon out of his mouth. The pieces of cereal seemed to be petrified in the now frozen milk. "Remind me not to breathe when I'm eating, ok?" he said with a laugh.
Just then, Ellien heard a large crash, like glass breaking, just outside the kitchen and a larger amount of cursing in German. Bobby looked at Ellien thoughtfully.
"Sounds like good old Nightcrawler took a little spill or somethin," he said with another look outside. Nightcrawler, thought Ellien. Must be his code name or something, like Iceman.
Kurt walked into the kitchen looking both puzzled and frustrated with himself. It looked like his nose had just started bleeding again, and his normally spiked hair was frazzled quite a bit. Both Bobby and Ellien looked at him with raised eyebrows and mouths slightly agape, Ellien's still half full with peanut butter.
"I, uh. . .I teleported a bit off. It must be zis headache of mine. It makes me dizzy und I cannot concentrate correctly," said Kurt slowly, rubbing his temples with the middle fingers of both his hands. Ellien shut her mouth and looked down, knowing that it was her fault. It hadn't happened before, but it did make sense--having your head that full in an instant would have an effect on anybody.
Kurt leaned back against a wall and shut his eyes. He stood there for a moment; then opened his eyes suddenly. Bobby was turned away, and Kurt looked at Ellien meaningfully with an extremely small yet reassuring smile, as if to tell her, It's okay. It was just an accident and it's not your fault.
Ellien smiled back at him. It was okay. Suddenly she felt an odd feeling in her brain, as if someone was inside of it. Ellien was horrified as she thought that it was another one of her insane bouts coming on, but the feeling seemed to realize this and calm her. Her mind cleared and she could hear, with sharp precision, a voice. It sounded like Professor Xavier.
Ellien. . . Come up to my office if you would? I must speak with you.
Ellien dropped her sandwich on the plate as she realized that Xavier must be telepathic.
"I have to go up to the professor's office. . .I'll catch you guys later," said Ellien as she got up and brushed the crumbs from her face.
"Seeya, Ellien," said Bobby, this time through a mouthful of successfully unfrozen cereal.
Kurt followed Ellien out into the hall. "Ellien, I vould take you. . . But I am afraid I vill hurt us both this time," said Kurt with a chuckle and a gleam in his eyes. Ellien smiled.
"It's okay, Kurt. . . You've done so much for me already," she replied quietly as she walked up the stairs. Kurt merely stood there and watched her go up, then wandered back into the kitchen where Bobby was.
Ellien opened the door to the professor's office.
"Ah, Ellien. I'm glad you came. It's time to begin your training. Or rather, your mind's training."
Translations:
ELLIEN! ICH BIN KURT! = Ellien! I am Kurt!
Ich lasse sie nicht = I will not leave you
! Training! Sounds interesting! Chapter 4 to be up soon! Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3: Troubles of Both
"ELLIEN!"
They were still haunting her, those images, laughing at her, hurting her, whispering about her. She couldn't take it. Ellien struck out hard at the figure on her left, hoping to make the pain go away.
"ELLIEN! ICH BIN KURT!"
The name made her stop, think about what she was doing. NO! This was not the real Kurt; this was only something her mind was doing to play tricks on her. She lashed out at the supposed false Kurt. The next thing she felt was a familiar pair of arms going all the way around hers from behind, holding her arms tight so that she could not move. This was far more substantial than any of the images she had; it was real. Ellien's mind stopped dead (no, not literally) and she was able to concentrate on the real world, although she still had a terrible headache. The pair of arms loosened enough for her to turn around and see her holder. Blood ran down Kurt's face from his nose, but his eyes were full of concern.
"Ellien?"
The tears returned to Ellien's eyes more ferociously than before. She could do nothing but slowly drop her head face down, on Kurt's blue shoulder, and cry. Kurt said nothing, but waited until she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
"Ich lasse sie nicht," he whispered softly. Yet in the back of his mind, a small voice arose, reminding him of his duties to Gott and of his unwillingness to form relationships involving love. "Sie ist eine Freunde," he told himself repeatedly, "nichts mehr." She was only a friend, nothing more. Or so he thought.
Ellien awoke a little before the dawn, around five-thirty a.m. She realized with a surprise, and a thought of comfort, that Kurt's arms were still around her, gentle but firm. She looked up and saw that Kurt's eyes were closed. God, he's been here all night and I only met him yesterday, she thought with a touch of guilt. The blood, though dried, was still on his face.
Ellien figured she should get up and change out of the low-cut nightgown she was wearing, but as soon as she moved her leg, Kurt's eyes flashed open suddenly, as if he was only dozing. Ellien felt something wrapped around her bare leg, and as she looked down she saw a classic devil shaped tail (although it was blue instead of the usual red) slither from its place around her leg to behind Kurt. He went extremely red right away and looked down to his lap, then to the floor when he realized Ellien was half-sitting on the former.
"Entschuldigung, it has a mind of its own sometimes," said the still shirtless Kurt rather embarrassedly.
"Kurt, I. . ." Ellien trailed off.
He brought his gaze back up to her face.
"No apologies needed, meine Freunde," whispered Kurt as he carefully, but somewhat dizzily, climbed off the bed and quickly BAMFED to his own room.
Ellien sat there for a moment in shock. No one had ever comforted her to this point before, especially if they knew that Ellien could accidentally knock them out from the explosion of thoughts inside their heads. Yet Kurt had selflessly watched over her the whole night.
Ellien shook her head. She knew, although she hated to admit it, that she had little or no real control of her talent yet. Perhaps the professor could help.
After showering and getting dressed in the usual (jeans and a tight tee shirt) Ellien walked down to breakfast. It was only about 8 am. As she wandered the halls she comforted herself with one thought: She did have control of her camouflaging talent. Ellien practiced with it as she strolled to the kitchen, slipping in and out of sight. She went out on purpose when she neared the kitchen, wondering with a small giggle if anyone would know she was there. The only person in the kitchen was Logan, who was leaning back against the counter with soda in hand and a glazed look across his eyes. As Ellien neared him he came back to Earth and looked around the kitchen. He sniffed the air as Ellien drew nearer and set down the soda as he cracked his knuckles. Ellien may not have been the best of fighters, but she sure as hell knew that moves like that meant trouble.
Ellien quickly backed away until she was up against the opposite counter from Logan, and slipped back into sight. Logan snapped into motion, doing a 360( to place him directly in front of Ellien, and at the same time shooting three metal spikes out of each hand. The point of his middle left claw ended up a hair's width away from Ellien's eye.
The two stood there for a moment in shocked silence.
"Guess I won't try that again around you," said Ellien dryly. Logan quickly withdrew his claws and backed away.
"Sorry, kid. . . You scared me a bit there," said Logan smoothly. "So, is that what you do? Blend in with the background?
"Yep, but that's not all. . .I can mess up people's minds."
"How?"
"Ehh, it's kinda hard to explain. . . I make them see a lot of weird things. But I can't do it on command yet, I'm still trying to control when and what they see."
"Well when you do get control, you let me know. I've been wanting to see a lot of things lately," said Logan with a mischievous grin. Ellien raised an eyebrow.
"Do I really want to know what you want to see?"
Logan grinned again. "Depends. Hey, Iceman."
Bobby walked in. "Hey, Logan. Professor Xavier wants to see you in his office," said Bobby as he took a seat at the island.
"See you guys later," replied Logan as he walked out the door. Ellien walked over and leaned over the opposite side of the island from where Bobby was sitting.
"So. . . What ya got around here to eat?"
"Pretty much anything. Just look through all the cupboards until you find something," replied Bobby. Ellien stood up and browsed around until she found bread, peanut butter, jelly, and a toaster. She toasted two slices of bread and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Bobby eating a bowl of Lucky Charms and watching her all the while. When she finally sat down next to Bobby with the finished sandwich, Bobby looked impressed.
"Wow, that's way more effort I would put into breakfast!"
Ellien laughed through a mouthful. "It's my favorite," she said
thickly between the sticky peanut butter. Bobby shook the box of Lucky
Charms.
"So much easier," he grinned, as he took another bite.
"Aww, dammit, I did it again," he moaned as he took the spoon out of his mouth. The pieces of cereal seemed to be petrified in the now frozen milk. "Remind me not to breathe when I'm eating, ok?" he said with a laugh.
Just then, Ellien heard a large crash, like glass breaking, just outside the kitchen and a larger amount of cursing in German. Bobby looked at Ellien thoughtfully.
"Sounds like good old Nightcrawler took a little spill or somethin," he said with another look outside. Nightcrawler, thought Ellien. Must be his code name or something, like Iceman.
Kurt walked into the kitchen looking both puzzled and frustrated with himself. It looked like his nose had just started bleeding again, and his normally spiked hair was frazzled quite a bit. Both Bobby and Ellien looked at him with raised eyebrows and mouths slightly agape, Ellien's still half full with peanut butter.
"I, uh. . .I teleported a bit off. It must be zis headache of mine. It makes me dizzy und I cannot concentrate correctly," said Kurt slowly, rubbing his temples with the middle fingers of both his hands. Ellien shut her mouth and looked down, knowing that it was her fault. It hadn't happened before, but it did make sense--having your head that full in an instant would have an effect on anybody.
Kurt leaned back against a wall and shut his eyes. He stood there for a moment; then opened his eyes suddenly. Bobby was turned away, and Kurt looked at Ellien meaningfully with an extremely small yet reassuring smile, as if to tell her, It's okay. It was just an accident and it's not your fault.
Ellien smiled back at him. It was okay. Suddenly she felt an odd feeling in her brain, as if someone was inside of it. Ellien was horrified as she thought that it was another one of her insane bouts coming on, but the feeling seemed to realize this and calm her. Her mind cleared and she could hear, with sharp precision, a voice. It sounded like Professor Xavier.
Ellien. . . Come up to my office if you would? I must speak with you.
Ellien dropped her sandwich on the plate as she realized that Xavier must be telepathic.
"I have to go up to the professor's office. . .I'll catch you guys later," said Ellien as she got up and brushed the crumbs from her face.
"Seeya, Ellien," said Bobby, this time through a mouthful of successfully unfrozen cereal.
Kurt followed Ellien out into the hall. "Ellien, I vould take you. . . But I am afraid I vill hurt us both this time," said Kurt with a chuckle and a gleam in his eyes. Ellien smiled.
"It's okay, Kurt. . . You've done so much for me already," she replied quietly as she walked up the stairs. Kurt merely stood there and watched her go up, then wandered back into the kitchen where Bobby was.
Ellien opened the door to the professor's office.
"Ah, Ellien. I'm glad you came. It's time to begin your training. Or rather, your mind's training."
Translations:
ELLIEN! ICH BIN KURT! = Ellien! I am Kurt!
Ich lasse sie nicht = I will not leave you
! Training! Sounds interesting! Chapter 4 to be up soon! Thanks for reading!