A/N: ^_^ I'm back! :) *Feels happy* Sorry for the many typos in the last
chapter. Like Deer and not Dear? *Smacks self* what was I thinking ^^; Any
way, Chapter 8! On we go!
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Kurt stood there in total disbelief. He was in a daze. His head was swarming with questions. This women standing before him, could she be crazy? How could she be his mother?
He shook his head in hopes of riding his mind of the questions. He needed to pull himself together. Not only did this person scare him, he wondered where his adoptive mother was. After all, this woman was driving her car.
"You...you're my real mother?" He questioned shakily. He decided to keep his guard up, for all he knew she could be dangerous.
"Yes son. I had to give you up years ago, I'm so sorry..." She trailed off, stepping closer to him, but he instinctively backed away. The unknown whereabouts of his German mother was unnerving.
"Vhere is my mother..." He asked as if suddenly not listening to anything she had to say. "Vhat have you done vith her?"
"Just listen to what I have to say, and I shall tell you. Please, hear me out son." She half pleaded yet there was a hint if threat to her voice. Hearing this strange woman call him son almost made him flinch.
He looked at her and silently nodded reluctantly. "Right, I'll listen, but zen you have to tell me vhere she is."
She smiled and narrowed her eyes. "I knew you would see things more clearly." She walked over to the trailer and opened the door. "It's more private in here." She gestured, although Kurt didn't know what they would need privacy from.
When he walked inside, Kurt was met with a stale yet still strong cigarette smell. He scrunched up his nose sickened. The walls were stained with various colors and the rug was covered in burns. Most of the furniture was old, from around the mid 70's. It seemed to lack many colors that a cherry home should have. All the tones were browns, oranges, and pale yellows. Kurt didn't think he would like to live in a place like this.
"Is zis your house?" Kurt asked, pulling a turned over footstool out of his way. He looked up at Mystique who had an amused look on her face. A chuckle arose in her mouth.
"Heavens no, my standards would never drop so far." She said before turning back to the fold up table she was trying to keep standing, but it seemed to be a loosing battle for her.
After finally getting it to stand by propping it up against an extra chair, she gestured for Kurt to sit down. He looked at the seat waiting for a moment before finally sitting down.
"So...Who are you zen...Like other zen my mother?" Kurt asked, looking into her eyes.
"Well, some know me as Mystique. Others..." She began to change again, as her flesh lightened, her form once again changed into a rather familiar face. It was his principal... "And others my dear boy, call me Raven Darkholm."
"Vas?!" Kurt's eyes became unblinking; his head was swimming more then ever. His whole world he had come to know so far in America was changing so fast.
"But Kurt, you must understand, this is not the reason I have taken you here. I need to speak to you about something." She drifted off, not sure how to word it. "Son...Your very existence...everything you have come to know in this world is about to change. And I offer you two paths to take. One, go back to your home, and play with your powers like a little X- men would. But take this path...and you may soon come to find it's far too dangerous." She then shifted back into her regular form. "But come with me my boy...and I'll protect you from all that. I offer you sanctuary from all the world has out for you...I know far more then you know about you."
Kurt looked at her in astonishment. 'Could there really be more to this then I know?' He pondered over as he watched his mother strum her fingers idly across the table. A small yet very confident smirk lay on her face.
"So I look to you son, to make a choice. Come with me, I can help you with your powers and shield you from the world."
"Shield me from what though?" Kurt demanded. He couldn't be sure she was truthful and thus far she seemed to be beating around the bush with him. If there was truly something out there waiting to harm him in some way...she should have just come right out and said it to him.
"It's complicated really...and I fear that if I told you the truth your acceptance would be harder to obtain then it is now." She stopped strumming her fingers and stood up. "What will it be then?"
Kurt just shook his head, not knowing what to say. "Can you give me time to just mull it all over?" nothing she had said so far gained even an ounce of his trust.
Mystique pondered the question for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Yes. But keep in mind, you may not remain hidden forever."
"And what of my mother?"
"Don't worry, she will be returned with no recollection of today's events." She saw the hard look from Kurt. "And yes, she is unharmed."
Kurt let out a little sigh. "Vell...I suppose I should be on my way now." He stood up and walked over to the door not looking back.
"Wouldn't you rather have a ride?" Mystique asked, her voice seemed like she was really looking for a 'yes' answer.
"No." He responded simply. "I'll walk..."
The answer stuck Mystique hard. It was so blunt, so uncaring. She knew that reaching Kurt would be a challenge, but facing it for herself was harder for her to take then she though. Watching the door shut behind Kurt she sat back down...defeated.
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Part of Kurt was incredibly reluctant for leaving the trailer. He couldn't place weather it was that he had an incredibly long walk ahead of him, or that part of him really wanted to stay with his real mother. He just had too many questions clouding his mind. But he tried to just not think of all of that right now...
Every few hundred feet of walking, he practiced his teleporting. He kept to the back roads to keep sure no one could see him. After what seemed like hours he finally arrived home.
He opened the front door to find a totally dark house. His walk had proved to be longer then he first anticipated. "Hello?" He called out half expecting to get no response.
And none came. He wandered slowly up the steps and looked into his parent's room only to find his father sleeping soundly.
"Mother..." He trailed off helplessly. She still wasn't returned home as promised by Mystique. He turned back around angered. He knew he shouldn't have trusted her...
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Back at the brotherhood house, things were far less then peaceful. The discovery of a strange bound woman in Mystique's room brought many questions to the minds of the boys.
Toad was lazily sprawled across the couch next to Freddy. He looked over at him confused. "Who's that chick in her room yo?" He said picking at his ear.
"I dunno...I didn't hear anything from the boss lady about this one." Freddy responded. "Do ya think we should do anything about it?"
"Don't be stupid." Lance joined in appearing in the doorway. "Since when does Mystique have to explain herself to us. That woman's psychotic, who knows what she's up to."
"Still...What do we do if she comes to?" Freddy asked looking over at Lance.
"Nothing. We leave her in there. It's none of our busyness." He snapped back crossing his arms across his chest. "Besides, do you really want to cross Mystique's path with the way she's been lately?"
They all just shook their heads no. Crossing her path was defiantly not a good idea at all...
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A/N: Wow...sorry for a short filler chapter T_T So long it's been since I've updated!! @_@ It's crazy really...
Hopefully it wont take me a million years to update my next chapter ^^;
Don't forget to leave me one of those wondrous reviews!
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Kurt stood there in total disbelief. He was in a daze. His head was swarming with questions. This women standing before him, could she be crazy? How could she be his mother?
He shook his head in hopes of riding his mind of the questions. He needed to pull himself together. Not only did this person scare him, he wondered where his adoptive mother was. After all, this woman was driving her car.
"You...you're my real mother?" He questioned shakily. He decided to keep his guard up, for all he knew she could be dangerous.
"Yes son. I had to give you up years ago, I'm so sorry..." She trailed off, stepping closer to him, but he instinctively backed away. The unknown whereabouts of his German mother was unnerving.
"Vhere is my mother..." He asked as if suddenly not listening to anything she had to say. "Vhat have you done vith her?"
"Just listen to what I have to say, and I shall tell you. Please, hear me out son." She half pleaded yet there was a hint if threat to her voice. Hearing this strange woman call him son almost made him flinch.
He looked at her and silently nodded reluctantly. "Right, I'll listen, but zen you have to tell me vhere she is."
She smiled and narrowed her eyes. "I knew you would see things more clearly." She walked over to the trailer and opened the door. "It's more private in here." She gestured, although Kurt didn't know what they would need privacy from.
When he walked inside, Kurt was met with a stale yet still strong cigarette smell. He scrunched up his nose sickened. The walls were stained with various colors and the rug was covered in burns. Most of the furniture was old, from around the mid 70's. It seemed to lack many colors that a cherry home should have. All the tones were browns, oranges, and pale yellows. Kurt didn't think he would like to live in a place like this.
"Is zis your house?" Kurt asked, pulling a turned over footstool out of his way. He looked up at Mystique who had an amused look on her face. A chuckle arose in her mouth.
"Heavens no, my standards would never drop so far." She said before turning back to the fold up table she was trying to keep standing, but it seemed to be a loosing battle for her.
After finally getting it to stand by propping it up against an extra chair, she gestured for Kurt to sit down. He looked at the seat waiting for a moment before finally sitting down.
"So...Who are you zen...Like other zen my mother?" Kurt asked, looking into her eyes.
"Well, some know me as Mystique. Others..." She began to change again, as her flesh lightened, her form once again changed into a rather familiar face. It was his principal... "And others my dear boy, call me Raven Darkholm."
"Vas?!" Kurt's eyes became unblinking; his head was swimming more then ever. His whole world he had come to know so far in America was changing so fast.
"But Kurt, you must understand, this is not the reason I have taken you here. I need to speak to you about something." She drifted off, not sure how to word it. "Son...Your very existence...everything you have come to know in this world is about to change. And I offer you two paths to take. One, go back to your home, and play with your powers like a little X- men would. But take this path...and you may soon come to find it's far too dangerous." She then shifted back into her regular form. "But come with me my boy...and I'll protect you from all that. I offer you sanctuary from all the world has out for you...I know far more then you know about you."
Kurt looked at her in astonishment. 'Could there really be more to this then I know?' He pondered over as he watched his mother strum her fingers idly across the table. A small yet very confident smirk lay on her face.
"So I look to you son, to make a choice. Come with me, I can help you with your powers and shield you from the world."
"Shield me from what though?" Kurt demanded. He couldn't be sure she was truthful and thus far she seemed to be beating around the bush with him. If there was truly something out there waiting to harm him in some way...she should have just come right out and said it to him.
"It's complicated really...and I fear that if I told you the truth your acceptance would be harder to obtain then it is now." She stopped strumming her fingers and stood up. "What will it be then?"
Kurt just shook his head, not knowing what to say. "Can you give me time to just mull it all over?" nothing she had said so far gained even an ounce of his trust.
Mystique pondered the question for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Yes. But keep in mind, you may not remain hidden forever."
"And what of my mother?"
"Don't worry, she will be returned with no recollection of today's events." She saw the hard look from Kurt. "And yes, she is unharmed."
Kurt let out a little sigh. "Vell...I suppose I should be on my way now." He stood up and walked over to the door not looking back.
"Wouldn't you rather have a ride?" Mystique asked, her voice seemed like she was really looking for a 'yes' answer.
"No." He responded simply. "I'll walk..."
The answer stuck Mystique hard. It was so blunt, so uncaring. She knew that reaching Kurt would be a challenge, but facing it for herself was harder for her to take then she though. Watching the door shut behind Kurt she sat back down...defeated.
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Part of Kurt was incredibly reluctant for leaving the trailer. He couldn't place weather it was that he had an incredibly long walk ahead of him, or that part of him really wanted to stay with his real mother. He just had too many questions clouding his mind. But he tried to just not think of all of that right now...
Every few hundred feet of walking, he practiced his teleporting. He kept to the back roads to keep sure no one could see him. After what seemed like hours he finally arrived home.
He opened the front door to find a totally dark house. His walk had proved to be longer then he first anticipated. "Hello?" He called out half expecting to get no response.
And none came. He wandered slowly up the steps and looked into his parent's room only to find his father sleeping soundly.
"Mother..." He trailed off helplessly. She still wasn't returned home as promised by Mystique. He turned back around angered. He knew he shouldn't have trusted her...
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Back at the brotherhood house, things were far less then peaceful. The discovery of a strange bound woman in Mystique's room brought many questions to the minds of the boys.
Toad was lazily sprawled across the couch next to Freddy. He looked over at him confused. "Who's that chick in her room yo?" He said picking at his ear.
"I dunno...I didn't hear anything from the boss lady about this one." Freddy responded. "Do ya think we should do anything about it?"
"Don't be stupid." Lance joined in appearing in the doorway. "Since when does Mystique have to explain herself to us. That woman's psychotic, who knows what she's up to."
"Still...What do we do if she comes to?" Freddy asked looking over at Lance.
"Nothing. We leave her in there. It's none of our busyness." He snapped back crossing his arms across his chest. "Besides, do you really want to cross Mystique's path with the way she's been lately?"
They all just shook their heads no. Crossing her path was defiantly not a good idea at all...
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A/N: Wow...sorry for a short filler chapter T_T So long it's been since I've updated!! @_@ It's crazy really...
Hopefully it wont take me a million years to update my next chapter ^^;
Don't forget to leave me one of those wondrous reviews!