Chap 3
Cut me some slack today....I feel not-so-good. PS I decided to put lines in here to show a scene change. Just letting you all know.
"PROFESSOR!!!! PROFESSOR!!!!" Bobby's voice rang through the halls of the
school.
"Bobby? Bobby, what is it??" Ororo caught Bobby with her arm as he ran through
the halls.
"it's Rogue!!!! She's gone! She's gone!" He panted, tears welling in his eyes.
"okay. Okay. Come on, we'll get the professor." Together they pranced down the
hall until they reached the professor's office. He sat, rubbing his temples tentatively.
"Professor—"
"Rogue's gone, I know. As is Kurt." Xavier looked up with pain in his eyes.
"what? Kurt??? Since when is Kurt gone??" Asked Bobby, shocked.
"yeah, when did that happen?" Ororo added, furrowing her brow. "Terrific."
"find them, professor." Bobby leaned across the desk and stared Xavier directly in
his clear blue eyes. "find them now, professor! FIND THEM!!!!" Ororo caught Bobby in
the crook of her arm once more when he lunged at the professor like a cat. The Professor
didn't budge. He didn't so much as blink reflexively.
"violence doesn't solve anything HERE, Bobby." Scolded Ororo, releasing him.
"Ororo....Bobby....I can't find them. I've been on cerebro, I've been racking my
brain. My god, I'm losing my powers." Confessed the professor, with tears in his eyes,
and sorrow in his heart.
"maybe you just need to TRY harder!" bobby snarled.
"Bobby, you KNOW what could happen if he tried too hard. I thought that you
learned that lesson a few years ago." Chided Ororo, touching his shoulder. Bobby
yanked his shoulder from her and turned on his heel. "bobby, you'd better not leave this
mansion! Do you understand me???" Storm Called after him. He turned with something
storm had never truly seen in his eyes....ever. Darkness. With that, he stormed out of the
office.
"I'll have Logan keep an eye on him. He's not going anywhere, Ororo." Said the
professor, tears still filling his eyes.
"yes, professor."
"Ororo....I need you to bring them back. Please. You're the only remaining
member of my...'x-men' that knows how to operate the x-jet."
"ok. Ok." Storm nodded vigorously and floated out of the room, grabbing the jet's
keys as she left.
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Kurt Wagner lit a candle and kneeled on the floor, staring into the flickering
flame. It danced about and cast shadows on the walls, eerie, un-familiar shadows that
seemed to enclose the blue furry mutant in their darkness, and macabre eternity.
"here is where I will stay....she will never find me here." He mumbled to
himself. "from now on, I am dedicating my life to god, my father in heaven. He will look
down and protect me as I will serve him." He touched a small scab on his neck, still
healing from the night before.
"you are part of me now, and I will never forget you." He said to what seemed
like the sky. A tear rolled down his cheek, leaving a streak of dark wetness in his fur. He
curled up on the dusty church floor, and cried himself to sleep.
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"Kurt!!!" Ororo screamed in pain. She reached for his hand. "Kurt, hold me!
Hold me!" she sobbed uncontrollably. Kurt approached her shaking body and lightly put
a hand on her chest. "what's wrong with me??? What....oh god, it hurts!!!" said Ororo "it
hurts....." Kurt removed his hand from her chest, noticing that his hand was covered in a
sticky crimson substance. It smelled of Copper, or Iron. It was blood. A large gaping hole
seemed to cave in Ororo's entire chest cavity. "Goddess...." Said Storm, calming a bit,
her eyes glazing over. "When the professor said that he had that...premonition that death
would take someone in the mansion once more, who knew it would be.......me?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Kurt woke up in a cold sweat,
glancing around the old church. "Mein gott. It was only a dream. A TERRIBLE dream!!"
He checked his hands over for any trace of blood. There was none. He looked up at the
statue of the Virgin Mary when his heart just about stopped. From the statue's left eye
came a single drop of blood. Running down it's smooth stone cheek, leaving a crimson
trail. "Ororo! I have to see her! Ororo!" he exclaimed, his head spinning. Suddenly a
voice came from the shadows.
"hey!" it said "what are you DOING here???"
Kurt turned to see a man standing in the shadows, his shoulders hunched, and his
reverend coat dusty.
"I am sorry, father. I needed guidance...." Kurt mumbled an apology,
glancing back at the statue of Mary. His eyes widened. The drop of blood that was
previously running from the eye of the statue was gone, as was any trace of it.
"It's okay, Kurt! I was just.....shocked to see you, I guess." The man stepped
from the shadows, flipping the bottom of his coat behind him. Kurt backed up in utter
shock, and a strange sort of terror.
"Scott! Scott Summers! Hoo boy." Kurt stumbled dizzily. Scott caught him
under his arms and helped him to his feet. Kurt studied the man. It WAS Scott. He was
different. His hair was longer, and he now had a scruffy beard. He looked worn and
weary. But it WAS Scott nonetheless. "when did you become a....a...."
"A man of god?" Scott finished Kurt's question. "as soon as I left. I figure
that if I don't have Jean to love....I've gotta love someone, right? And why not someone
who loves me back? God. Either that, or I'm trying to make nice with the maker in
hope's he'll bring Jean back to me." Scott motioned for Kurt to follow him and
descended the stairs to the basement. In the basement, a couch and tv stood in the middle
of the room, and a small kitchenette was behind them.
"hungry?" asked Scott, getting down some bread and peanut butter and jelly
from his cupboard.
"ja. Starving." Kurt's eyes lit up at the sight of the food. Who cared if it
was just PB&J sandwiches??? Food was food! He devoured three quickly.
"so...how's Storm?" asked Scott, turning to Kurt.
"I do not know. I do not normally talk to her. Why would you ask?" Kurt
growled defensively.
"oh....I just always sensed a connection between you two. It's too bad you
guys never got together. You guys deserve to be happy."
"but so do you." Kurt stared at him still on the defense. Scott winced. "I'm
sorry, Scott, I didn't mean it to hurt your feelings." Kurt's eyes softened.
"you're in love with her, aren't you?" Scott grinned sadly. Partially
jealous, partially happy for Kurt and Ororo. Kurt sighed and said nothing.
"Kurt, if you love her, then why are you here?" asked Scott seriously.
"she would never want a thing like me anyway. Look at me, I'm hideous,
I'm....I'm a demon." Kurt picked up his tail and rubbed it thoughtfully.
"did she say that?" asked Scott.
"n...nien."
"well then how do you know?" asked Scott, looking into his eyes. Of
course, Kurt could not see his intense gaze behind his ruby colored glasses. Kurt sat up
and took the dishes to the sink, they landed with a clatter.
"Scott....please....let me stay here, only for a few days." Pleaded Kurt.
Scott nodded and left the room. Mass was starting.
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"blip blip blip blip:..... the tracker on the x-jet suddenly went off, causing Storm to jump.
The signal seemed to be coming from the mountains, quite a few miles from the mansion.
Who would have a tracker? Especially way out in the mountains. Not Kurt, that's for
sure. He seemed to pack only what he thought he needed, and a tracker wasn't on his list.
Rogue? No. no, she left in a hurry. So who?
"huh." Ororo heaved a sigh and turned her x-jet towards the mountains from
which the signal was coming from. A mere two hours later, they were in her sight. But
there was nothing around! She descended in the jet, and landed it in the thick underbrush
of the forest. She scanned the area. A few run-down houses stood, lantern lights
flickering from their porches. A large, VERY old church stood directly in front of her.
She glanced through the houses' filthy windows, looking for someone she might
recognize. She shrugged in confusion. There was only one piece of architecture she
hadn't glanced through. She mounted the steps to the church, her heart thumping. 'calm
down, Ororo.....nothing to be nervous about....' She mentally told herself. Before she
could knock, a cloaked figure answered the door.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE????" both said in unison.
Suddenly Ororo lunged forward, and hugged the figure tightly.
"Kurt. My goddess. Are you okay? I was SO worried!" she asked him, touching his cheek. He did
not push her away.
"How did you find me??" asked Kurt.
"the tracker. Didn't you set it off?" she asked inquisitively.
"nein! I did not! Oh......" Kurt stopped as he came to the realization of whom it
was that set off the tracker. "Scott!" he said, smiling.
"Scott?" Ororo asked.
"yes! Yes Scott! He's here! Come!" He grabbed Ororo by her arm and led her into
the church. Scott was not in the main hallway...nor the balcony, the pulpit....."he must
be downstairs!" said Kurt, yanking Ororo down the stairs to the basement. To his
astonishment, Scott was not there either. It almost looked like he never HAD been. All
the
dishes were in the cupboards, none in the sink. The bed was perfectly folded, and the tv
covered in dust.
"he was here....he was!" exclaimed Kurt.
"ok, Kurt."
"he was!"
"Kurt...I believe you. I believe you." She said, staring into his eyes. She touched
his face, stroking his fur. "let's take a walk, huh?" she offered him her hand, and together
they walked outside into the night air, Kurt temporarily forgetting what he had said
earlier, about only dedicating his life to god..... Kurt squeezed her hand tighter.
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Scott smiled as he watched the two walk out of the church and into the night.
"won't be needing this anymore." He said to himself, throwing the tracker into the
mud. "guess my work's done." He got up from his perch on a log and placed his black
fedora like hat on
his head. Adjusting his white revered collar, he walked the opposite way into the
darkness, whistling.