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Hey everyone! Feel free to send in ideas for other fanfics I could write, as I have no idea what I'm going to do after this one…
I do not own the x-men. Or the x-women for that matter. Or the x-children, the x-pets, x-grandparents, x-llamas, x-amoebas….
You get the point. I don't own anything that starts with "x". Unless I buy a xylophone. Or a xebec. Or a…Oh never mind!
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The remnants of a dark dream faded from his minds eye as Kurt was awakened in the dead of night.
"It's time, my son," his mother whispered from somewhere in the blur of reality and unconsciousness.
"Mmm…" He sat rubbing his head and ran a weary hand through his hair. He been having the dream again, the one he'd had for many nights now; blazing heat, a sudden chill, and then silence, darkness…
"Remember what I have told you, the X-men are not to be trusted. Do not listen if they try to talk to you…Remember, my son…" the soft voice whispered in his ear. "Go now, before they wake."
He nodded groggily and teleported into the forest well beyond the Brotherhood house. Immediately his senses were heightened and his mind cleared. The woods were black around him, illuminated only in patches by the ethereal moonlight. Cold and clear after a light night rain, the air was heavy with the odor of wet leaves. In the distance the windows of the Institute glowed like lamps in the inky darkness.
With a 'bamf' he was inside. The corridors were stained with blue shadows and the rows and halls of doors disoriented him. What had Pietro said? The girl known as Shadowcat had her room on the second floor, to the right of the great staircase, left side of the hall, two doors down. But where was he, Kurt, in the mansion? Cautiously, like a cat scared too many times, he padded along the hall, heading in the direction he felt would bring him to the center stairway. Luckily for him, the end of the corridor opened onto a large foyer where a massive staircase led downwards into the gloom. Two huge lights hung from the ceiling, awkwardly illuminating the intruder as he stepped into their glow. There! Just across the foyer he could see it, the third door on the left side. He began to stride forward but was stopped short by two voices ringing suddenly below him. Instinctively he teleported to one of the lights and shrank back into the shadows of the ceiling. Hanging motionlessly he listened.
"Yeah, I wouldn't put it past her to send someone here to find it. She isn't known for giving up easily." The speaker was a short but burly man with dark hair and a smattering of stubble on his chin, his voice gruff. Surely this was the one called Wolverine. His mother had warned him of this mutant; he was a force to be reckoned with.
"Do you really think she would try? She knows well that this mansion is well protected. Why would Mystique attempt to penetrate the defenses?" The other was a slight, dark skinned woman, but what shocked Kurt was her hair, white as new snow. That's odd, he thought to himself. Yeah look in the mirror his mind retorted. He frowned.
"Puh, wouldn't be too hard now that she's got a teleporter. He could be snoopin' around in here right now." The man peered around himself as if seeking invisible enemies. Kurt almost laughed, what an idiot. He was busy searching the hallway and here he was clinging to the ceiling. But then he heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Wait." The man halted and sniffed around the left hallway. Kurt felt his tail wrap around the light's chain, nervousness overtook him. He bit his lip and swallowed hard.
"There's someone here!" Wolverine snarled. Storm became instantly alert. Together the pair began to scan the foyer. The hunt was on…
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Rogue stared blankly out onto the sea from her balcony. The moonlight sparkling on the water was beautiful, but she couldn't find it in her heart to care. So many thoughts were swirling in her head. School would be starting up again in a week, a fact that had been bothering her for awhile now, though lately it seemed so insignificant. She exhaled deeply. A glance at the clock told her it was almost two in the morning. Sleep had eluded her and now she listened enviously to the soft snoring of her roommate Kitty. Who could she tell about her worries and her sorrows? Would anyone listen to the girl who seemed to do nothing but complain, or would they ignore her; write her off again in their minds? The glimmer of the ocean danced in her eyes but she felt no joy.
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Kurt cursed wickedly as the foyer came to life. Lights clicked on all around him, people seemed to flood into the halls.
He wasn't called the master of avoidance for nothing, but when trying to hide oneself shadows were friends. The lights made short work of them. It was only a matter of time before they spotted him so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and teleported, opening them only to find himself in the room of the girl who walked through walls. But he had not reckoned that she had a roommate…
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Hearing a noise like a small explosion, Rogue spun around in shock, only to find herself face to face with a demon.
Kurt's heart stopped as his eyes locked with the girl's.
The room fell into utter chaos. Rogue screamed. Kurt backed up hastily, eyes wide. Kitty sat bolt upright in her bed, then shrieked as he collided with her bed and fell onto her legs. She wailed in fear, convinced she was being attacked, and lashed out with her feet. Kurt tumbled to the floor but howled in pain as Rogue's shoe came smashing down on his tail. The door burst open and Logan, claws at the ready leapt through. But the would-be thief had vanished again.
The dazed and startled teen materialized in a huge room that appeared to be made entirely of metal. He gazed around himself in wonder, but was not long in staying. A voice rang overhead on loud speakers.
"Professor! He's in the Danger Room!"
He decided not to stick around long enough to discover the reason behind its name. He appeared in a kitchen, a bathroom, a huge spherical room, then next to a sleek black jet. Each time he teleported he was haunted by voices and people and shouting. His body was beginning to tire, his thought rapidly becoming desperate. He teleported for what he felt could be the last time he'd be able to manage.
Panting heavily from the chase, he found himself in a medium sized, quiet room, its walls and floors clean and sparkling silver. At the opposite end of the room a large computer screen flickered in the semi-light. He was about to bamf out again when his keen eyes picked up a glimmer of glass on the computer consol. His heart skipped a beat; he had found the vial at last!
"Figured you'd pop up here eventually bub!" the gravelly voice of Wolverine mocked from the doorway. Kurt spun around and his face collided with the ungloved hand of the pale Goth girl. This time she did not let go so quickly. Kurt fell into unconsciousness; his last image that of Wolverine smiling grimly over him.
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