Hi Everyone! Thanks for your patience! So we're about half way done with the story, and here's where things get interesting. I'll keep posting more chapters as we go along; I think I'll post two more right now, to even ten chapters, and save the remaining four for tonight. Muaha. Why? Oh, 'cos I'm evil like that. Keep those interested waiting. :D

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy -- and thanks, Tessabe, for being the first reviewer! :D Almost done!

Lady Mathilde

One empty week passed. My grades began to slip; I couldn't focus. Every night I would have dreams about Kurt in that disgustingly awful prison, tied down like an animal…. He was rapidly losing weight from not getting enough food. And then there would be the sporadic dream of just hearing him praying in his native German….. and he didn't sound afraid, didn't sound like he was in any pain.

On Thursday I finished my homework early, and was unusually tired, so I decided to hit the sack. Of course, that night didn't go by without another dream, but this time it was different. In all my other dreams, they ended like the first nightmare, with me leaving the prison but it all going to white before I got outside. This time I made it outdoors and, even in my dream, I was shocked to find where this place was. First off, I discovered it was underground, but most importantly was where it was located under- and that's when I had the flashback. I woke up in a start, unable to move as it played before my eyes like a movie.

Monticello had been the home of our second president, Thomas Jefferson. One of his men was a German immigrant by the name of Erik Wagner, and Erik knew of certain people in the colonies with unusual abilities. He objected to them so highly that he totally disassociated himself from them entirely, and if he were to find out that he had known someone with certain powers and he hadn't known it, he, again, would break total contact with them. Erik wanted these people dead and gone, for he thought they were a menace to society.

One day his wife, who had come with him from Germany years before, gave birth to a boy whom they named Sebastian. For years Erik raised his son as best he could, and was the best father he could be until one day, shortly after Sebastian's fourteenth birthday, Erik watched from the window of Monticello as local children began to taunt his son. They were merciless, and to everyone's shock, Sebastian barely looked at one of the boys when that boy went flying across the lawn just like he had been picked up and thrown by a full grown man. Soon every kid was on the ground moaning in pain as Sebastian stood there in shock.

Well imagine the father's surprise! He promptly threw Sebastian out of the house, totally against the wishes of his wife. "Your son, Erik! Your own son!" She cried. But that didn't faze Erik a bit. Sebastian was different, and that wasn't good, no matter if he happened to be his own son. So Erik's wife took Sebastian and left. Headed straight back for Munich, Germany, where the family has stayed since.

The "film" started to pick up, going through the generations until I came to the most recent descendant- my Kurt. And I finally saw the face of the person whom had been doing all of this to him. It was his own father.

"Your son, your own son……." I found myself sobbing and stumbling through the halls, not having an earthly idea of how I got out of bed and half way across the school. "Jean!" I screamed. "Jean, Jean!"

Soon she joined me and luckily it was just as I collapsed. She caught me and carried me back in my room, and on the way there she sent a message to Professor Xavier to hurry quick. When he got there I was coherent enough to explain to them what I had seen. The professor immediately told me to get dressed, and he had Jean ready the jet. He was going to wake the others. "We must go now," he said. "Or else it may be too late. I'll send Scott by to get you in a few moments, Erin. Hurry now."

It was the fastest I had ever gotten ready to leave: I brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair, pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, tied on my pair of high tops and grabbed my jacket in under five minutes. When Scott knocked I called for him to come in. "Hurry," he told me. "We have to go."

"Coming, coming," I responded, grabbing Kurt's rosary from my dresser. Slamming my door, I tied the rosary around my wrist as we ran for the jet. Scott and I met up with Storm on the way out, and as we boarded the jet I got my first look at the insides. I was so on edge, though, I just went to one of the many seats it had in the back. Logan, Rogue and Jean were already there, and soon Bobby and Professor Xavier joined us. Rogue sat with me in the back, and nothing was said for a few moments as she studied the design on the back of her gloves.

"I…. I'm sorry about all of this. I'm sorry I teased you."
"Oh, Rogue, you didn't mean it," I said. "And… thank you. Thanks for coming."

"Anything for a friend." The two of us smiled at each other and hugged. "Do… do you wanna talk about what you saw?"

I took in a shaky breath. "Let's just say three things: The prison is underground at Monticello, it's Kurt's father, and this has happened in his family before."

"His own father," Rogue said, appalled.

I nodded. "I was awake when I found all this out, but I couldn't move…. it was like I was tied down and forced to watch this. When it was over I found myself stumbling through the halls and crying and saying it, 'Your own son, your son…..'" Leaning back in my seat I shuddered. "I just hope we get to him in time."
"We will," Rogue smiled at me, taking my hand. "We will."