Thanx for all the reviews!
As far as some of those questions, I'm not sure why Xavier can't find him yet- I'll think of something! He doesn't remember kitty- it was like an unconscious memory of one dear to him. (I'm not sure if this is a kurty yet) as far as the rest, you'll just have to read! :)
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Kim's heart leaped when she felt the soft, furry arms wrap around her. She could hear the desperate sobbing in her ear and wet tears running down her neck and onto her shoulder. She sighed deeply and relaxed her tight muscles. Thoughts of sympathy ran through her head and she reached out and gently hugged him back in a comforting embrace.
"It's okay," she soothed. It was all she could say. What do you tell someone who just found out he looks like a demon and doesn't remember who he is or where she came from?
A weird feeling came over her. It was as if she could... feel his pain. His desperation and terror felt as real to her as if it were her own. Suddenly, it wasn't so hard to imagine what it felt like to be him. It was as if she knew his heart. The thought sent a chill through her.
"I can't... remember!" he sobbed. "It hurts," Kurt had never felt so alone. His memory was a void of darkness with voices... familiar voices swirling all around him with slight, unrecognizable glimpses of faces, yet he knew them somehow. He was in pain but there was no one to help him. He squeezed tighter in an another flood of tears, but then jerked back in a wince and held his broken arm.
The sudden movement startled Kim out of her thoughts and she pulled back. Then seeing his arm, she stood. "I'll be right back," she said softly and she walked to where her mother was hiding.
The woman was pale and trembling. When Kim reached her, she hugged her daughter tightly. Her eyes closed and her lips moved in a silent prayer of thanks the Kim wasn't hurt.
"Mom, stop it!" Kim squirmed out of her mom's arms.
"You should be glad you're not dead!" her mom gasped.
"What?" Kim couldn't believe what she was saying! "That I'm not dead?! What about him?!"
Her mother didn't answer but instead put a cold, trembling hand on the counter to steady herself. She was sweating and looked as if she was going to faint.
"Mom, would you just chill!" Kim said, exasperated. "Did you see him?! He's in pain! You have to fix his arm."
"Exactly! You never know what a cornered animal might do- especially one that's hurt!" her mom exclaimed.
Kurt leaned against the wall, cradling his injured arm. It stuck out at a funny angle. His dark blue hair was messed up because of the bandage on the back of his head and there was still some dirt on his face. The tears had stopped and it looked like the shock was beginning to wear off. He no longer stared blankly ahead but now started to look around at his surroundings, and at himself. I really am a demon. He thought, slightly bitter. How can I not remember? He searched his mind but once again, the memories eluded him.
Suddenly, he felt and pain in his stomach, much different to the one in his throbbing arm. Hunger. He groaned and shifted positions.
"Look," Kim clenched her fists, trying to control her fury. "He's not going to hurt anyone!"
"How do you know?!"
How did she know? Kim relaxed her fists as she thought hard. It was strange. She didn't know, but somehow, deep in her heart, she did. He was a mutant but he wasn't a cold-blooded killer like everyone else said. He was just lost in the world trying to be excepted. She knew it. She felt it.
"Please, mom." Kim begged, tears beginning to form. She looked down, surprised that she was about to cry. She couldn't understand why she was getting so worked up! He was a mutant! The kinds of people that were all over the news because they were destroying everything! Why did she care? Kim couldn't explain it, but it was like her heart was guiding her.
The intense emotions must have shown on her face because just then, her mother (who was looking slightly better) placed her hand on Kim's shoulder. "All right." she sighed.
Kim looked at her, gratefully. "Thank you."
Still hesitantly, her mother walked up to the boy. He was leaning against the wall, holding his arm.
"Here," she said weakly, trying to control her fear. She kneeled down and motioned for him to give her is broken arm.
He hesitated and looked up at Kim. She sensed his fear and knelt down as well. "It's okay. She's gonna help."
Slowly, Kurt surrendered his arm.
Kim watched as her mom examined his blue arm. She was pale and sweating but she had stopped shaking as her skills as a nurse took over.
"Hmmm... it's bad." she diagnosed. "I'll have to set It." she looked up quickly at her patient, almost afraid he'd lash out at her. But he meekly nodded. "It'll hurt," she warned. "A lot."
He nodded again and braced himself for the pain. Kim bit her lip. Her mom gave Kim a look that said 'be careful. He might go violent'. Kim just patted Kurt's shoulder, reassuringly.
The nurse sighed and muttered. "Okay..." she grasped the arm tightly, the fur feeling odd between her fingers, and wrenched the bone back into place.
Kurt led out loud cry of excruciating pain. Kim's mom hurried away, frightened and motioned Kim to follow, but she didn't. Instead, she gently patted his back as if she could make the pain go away. "It's okay. It's okay." she said over and over.
Kurt breathed in and out sharply through his clenched teeth. He could feel the sharp pain all the way to his shoulder. After a few moments, it dulled enough for him to relax; though he still held his breath.
Kim's mom was puzzle that he didn't hurt her. Weren't mutants like savage animals, wild and killers?
A few more minutes went by and the pain had dulled quite a bit. Kurt looked at his arm. It was straight now like it should be. "Thanks," he said weakly.
"Uhh," he groaned again as he felt another pang of hunger.
"Are you okay?" Kim asked hurriedly. She saw him put his hand on his stomach. "You're hungry?"
He nodded.
"I'll get you something." she grinned and walked to the kitchen, her mother following.
Kurt sighed. Suddenly things didn't seem so bad. He was a demonic mutant with no memory of where he came from, but at least he was with someone who cared. He knew she cared. He felt it.
As far as some of those questions, I'm not sure why Xavier can't find him yet- I'll think of something! He doesn't remember kitty- it was like an unconscious memory of one dear to him. (I'm not sure if this is a kurty yet) as far as the rest, you'll just have to read! :)
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Kim's heart leaped when she felt the soft, furry arms wrap around her. She could hear the desperate sobbing in her ear and wet tears running down her neck and onto her shoulder. She sighed deeply and relaxed her tight muscles. Thoughts of sympathy ran through her head and she reached out and gently hugged him back in a comforting embrace.
"It's okay," she soothed. It was all she could say. What do you tell someone who just found out he looks like a demon and doesn't remember who he is or where she came from?
A weird feeling came over her. It was as if she could... feel his pain. His desperation and terror felt as real to her as if it were her own. Suddenly, it wasn't so hard to imagine what it felt like to be him. It was as if she knew his heart. The thought sent a chill through her.
"I can't... remember!" he sobbed. "It hurts," Kurt had never felt so alone. His memory was a void of darkness with voices... familiar voices swirling all around him with slight, unrecognizable glimpses of faces, yet he knew them somehow. He was in pain but there was no one to help him. He squeezed tighter in an another flood of tears, but then jerked back in a wince and held his broken arm.
The sudden movement startled Kim out of her thoughts and she pulled back. Then seeing his arm, she stood. "I'll be right back," she said softly and she walked to where her mother was hiding.
The woman was pale and trembling. When Kim reached her, she hugged her daughter tightly. Her eyes closed and her lips moved in a silent prayer of thanks the Kim wasn't hurt.
"Mom, stop it!" Kim squirmed out of her mom's arms.
"You should be glad you're not dead!" her mom gasped.
"What?" Kim couldn't believe what she was saying! "That I'm not dead?! What about him?!"
Her mother didn't answer but instead put a cold, trembling hand on the counter to steady herself. She was sweating and looked as if she was going to faint.
"Mom, would you just chill!" Kim said, exasperated. "Did you see him?! He's in pain! You have to fix his arm."
"Exactly! You never know what a cornered animal might do- especially one that's hurt!" her mom exclaimed.
Kurt leaned against the wall, cradling his injured arm. It stuck out at a funny angle. His dark blue hair was messed up because of the bandage on the back of his head and there was still some dirt on his face. The tears had stopped and it looked like the shock was beginning to wear off. He no longer stared blankly ahead but now started to look around at his surroundings, and at himself. I really am a demon. He thought, slightly bitter. How can I not remember? He searched his mind but once again, the memories eluded him.
Suddenly, he felt and pain in his stomach, much different to the one in his throbbing arm. Hunger. He groaned and shifted positions.
"Look," Kim clenched her fists, trying to control her fury. "He's not going to hurt anyone!"
"How do you know?!"
How did she know? Kim relaxed her fists as she thought hard. It was strange. She didn't know, but somehow, deep in her heart, she did. He was a mutant but he wasn't a cold-blooded killer like everyone else said. He was just lost in the world trying to be excepted. She knew it. She felt it.
"Please, mom." Kim begged, tears beginning to form. She looked down, surprised that she was about to cry. She couldn't understand why she was getting so worked up! He was a mutant! The kinds of people that were all over the news because they were destroying everything! Why did she care? Kim couldn't explain it, but it was like her heart was guiding her.
The intense emotions must have shown on her face because just then, her mother (who was looking slightly better) placed her hand on Kim's shoulder. "All right." she sighed.
Kim looked at her, gratefully. "Thank you."
Still hesitantly, her mother walked up to the boy. He was leaning against the wall, holding his arm.
"Here," she said weakly, trying to control her fear. She kneeled down and motioned for him to give her is broken arm.
He hesitated and looked up at Kim. She sensed his fear and knelt down as well. "It's okay. She's gonna help."
Slowly, Kurt surrendered his arm.
Kim watched as her mom examined his blue arm. She was pale and sweating but she had stopped shaking as her skills as a nurse took over.
"Hmmm... it's bad." she diagnosed. "I'll have to set It." she looked up quickly at her patient, almost afraid he'd lash out at her. But he meekly nodded. "It'll hurt," she warned. "A lot."
He nodded again and braced himself for the pain. Kim bit her lip. Her mom gave Kim a look that said 'be careful. He might go violent'. Kim just patted Kurt's shoulder, reassuringly.
The nurse sighed and muttered. "Okay..." she grasped the arm tightly, the fur feeling odd between her fingers, and wrenched the bone back into place.
Kurt led out loud cry of excruciating pain. Kim's mom hurried away, frightened and motioned Kim to follow, but she didn't. Instead, she gently patted his back as if she could make the pain go away. "It's okay. It's okay." she said over and over.
Kurt breathed in and out sharply through his clenched teeth. He could feel the sharp pain all the way to his shoulder. After a few moments, it dulled enough for him to relax; though he still held his breath.
Kim's mom was puzzle that he didn't hurt her. Weren't mutants like savage animals, wild and killers?
A few more minutes went by and the pain had dulled quite a bit. Kurt looked at his arm. It was straight now like it should be. "Thanks," he said weakly.
"Uhh," he groaned again as he felt another pang of hunger.
"Are you okay?" Kim asked hurriedly. She saw him put his hand on his stomach. "You're hungry?"
He nodded.
"I'll get you something." she grinned and walked to the kitchen, her mother following.
Kurt sighed. Suddenly things didn't seem so bad. He was a demonic mutant with no memory of where he came from, but at least he was with someone who cared. He knew she cared. He felt it.