A/N: Here is my next part, I really hope the Latin part is correct! -_-'
Disclaimers: Blah
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Part 3: Normal to Hide
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Kurt had directly ignored the Professor's wishes to speak with him and had teleported directly to
his room where he collapsed onto his bed. Too many 'ports within the last hour. He was
exhausted and hungry. But there was no way in hell was he going to head downstairs and get
food. No.
He was a freak after all.
He curled up in the fetal position and tried to turn his mind off. But the word 'freak' kept going
over and over like a demented mantra in his mind. The word was mixed with other memories.
Memories that were like a DVD's crystal clear pictures. With Dolby Surround Sound. The pain
that they delivered faded after awhile but the pain of their words stayed with him forever. 'Freak'
was just a nicer term. 'What is it??!' was a favorite of his. So was 'Send it back to Hell!!' Even
fellow mutants thought he was horrible. Kitty was proof of that.
Showing off and joking around just let him forget and feel normal for awhile. It worked, to some
extent. Just hanging around with Scott was fun, when you ignored the stick up his butt but that
was just apart of Scott as the tail was to himself. Rogue was also good company, because of her
power, she could relate to him on the no touching.
Was he overreacting? 'I must be, I mean, Kitty did just tell the truth and I did get Scott hurt.' he
thought to himself. He sat up in bed at that thought. He didn't know how Scott was doing!
Should he go and see him? But what if Jean or Kitty was there?
He laid back down and curled up again, his tail wrapped itself around his leg. He didn't really feel
like he had enough energy to get up and do anything, much less 'port down to the infirmary.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Was?" he asked, reverting to German.
"It's me, elf." Logan.
Kurt jumped up quickly and looked for an escape route. 'Logan must be here to yell at me! He's
gonna rip me apart!' he thought as his eyes darted around for an exit. Settling on the window,
Logan called out again.
"Hey, elf, open up!" he banged on the door some more. "We need to speak to you."
Panic raced through his mind as he leaped on all fours for the window. From a jump to the railing,
Kurt was easily able to scale the wall up to the roof. From that vantage point, he could still hear
Logan hitting on his door, almost breaking it down. Maybe he was safe up here. Logan wouldn't
be able to hurt him for hurting Scott.
'What if Scott had died??' he thought suddenly. 'That must be why Logan was there. Oh nein,
they are going to kick me out of the X-Men.'
Kurt dropped down into a lower crouch than he normally settled into and rested his forehead
against the roof of the mansion. With one hand he reached for his small silver cross that he kept in
his pants pocket.
"Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis
Et tibit Pater
Quia peccavi nimis
Cogitatione
Verbo et opere
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa
Kyrie Eleison"
When he finished is prayer, he left his head resting against the cool surface of the roof. He was
too exhausted to move. Logan's banging had quieted and it seemed very calm and tranquil over
the Institute's grounds. And Kurt was thankful for that. Even his thoughts dimmed, granting him a
moment of rest.
xxx
"Just don't move that shoulder too much, and you'll be just fine." Hank smiled at Scott, who was
laying on an uncomfortable infirmary bed.
"Wasn't that bad?" Scott asked, looking down at the bandages that covered his shoulder and
collar bone.
"Not really, just a flesh wound. Bet it hurt real bad when you got it though, I would imagine?"
"Yeah, it sure did." Scott grimaced.
"Still feeling pain?" Hank asked immediately coming to his side.
"No, just remembering I had a lot of German homework that I needed to do tonight."
Hank blinked at the boy on the bed. "Oh, I thought that the injury still hurt. But if it is your
homework you need to do, I am afraid that I am not very good at German. Should I find Kurt,
and maybe he could come and help you get it done?"
"Yeah that would be great."
"Unfortunately, young Mister Wagner hasn't been responding to our summons." Ororo stated as
she walked into the infirmary. "How are you doing, Scott?"
"I'm good, but what's up with Kurt?" Scott struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position, but
failed. Hank just shook his in warning.
"Logan tried to get him to come out of his room but he refused and disappeared. The Professor
and Jean are currently trying to locate his whereabouts."
"Why did he not answer?" Scott asked confused.
"I am not sure myself." Ororo looked perplexed, "But we need to find him."
Scott nodded, "Let me help."
Hank shook his head again. "No, I want you to rest for the rest of the night here. No searching
activities for you."
Scott groaned. "Has anyone checked the roof? He likes to go up there and think sometimes."
Ororo cocked her head in thought. "I'll have Logan check there, I don't believe that anyone has
checked there yet."
Scott rested his head fully back down on the pillow, "Just find him, that's not Kurt-like to run off.
Something must have happened after I left."
xxx
Kurt had shifted his position after he began to cramp in his legs. He was back to laying in the fetal
huddle. The temperature had dropped and he was beginning to shiver as he laid there watching his
had finger his small cross.
"I really hope Scott is okay." he muttered to himself. "I want him to be okay."
Kurt knew that he should get up and see if he was okay. He also knew that he should have gone
with Logan and talked to the Professor. But he couldn't find it in himself to move. He was just
too tired.
"Well, I guess my teleporting is getting better but before the next mission, I should eat a lot of
food so I won't be so tired." he continued to mumble to himself. "If I am still on the X-Men."
'What if they totally hate me now?' was a thought that kept looping around in his head along with
the 'freak' word.
Staring down at his hand manipulating the cross, Kurt took notice of his image inducer, that was
on an arm that was blue and furry and ended with three fingers instead of five. Using up the rest
of his energy, he reached over and clicked on his image inducer and smiled faintly as he could see
the five, skin toned, fingers that he wanted more than anything.
Too bad he could still feel his tail stretched out behind him.
"Blue?" a voice called out. Rogue.
Kurt couldn't have answered if he wanted to. But Rogue continued to walk gingerly along the
roof to where Kurt laid.
"You alright, Blue Boy?" she asked kneeling down next to him.
"Nein." was the only answer she got out of him. Rogue reached out and brushed some of the dark
hair out his face.
"You've got the entire mansion on the look-out for ya." she gave him a half-smile. "First time I've
ever seen the Wolverine so stumped when looking a prey."
"Ja."
"So what's troubling ya?" she cocked her head. "Was it the Danger Room thing with Scott or the
following with Kitty?"
"Both."
"Scott doesn't blame ya, I know, I was there when it all happened too, ya know. I saw them
night-vision things. Not even 'das ungloblick Nightcrawler' could have hidden from them."
Her butchered German got a small smile out of the prone boy. "Das unglaubliche Nightcrawler."
"Whatever. Anyway it wasn't your fault." her face darkened, "On the other hand, it was Kitty's
fault. She should have never have called you a freak. You are no different from anyone here. And
Miss Kitty needs to get off of her pedestal and realize that she is no more normal than you are. So
what? You're blue and she can walk through walls."
"She doesn't look like a demon."
"Ah but she hides one on the inside. And besides that's about ten pounds of make-up, you should
see what she looks like in the morning." Rogue shuddered.
"Look whose talking, you wear make-up too."
"Ah that's just a defense mechanism. I don't want anyone touching me, so if they are afraid of
what I look like, then no-touchie."
"Ja."
"So why don't you and I go down and finish watching that Disney movie that you rented?"
Kurt looked up at her like she was insane. "You don't hate me?"
Rogue blinked. "What?"
"I thought everyone hates me."
"But I just explained it to you, sug'. It was not your fault and you are not a freak. Why would
they hate you?"
"Because no matter what you say. I am a freak, even by mutant standards. It would be just fine if
my mutant powers was just 'porting but why the fur? Why the tail? I thought mutants were the
next step in human evolution?"
Rogue nodded, that is what the Professor had told them all. "That's right."
"Then why do I look like evolution fell backwards and broke it's neck instead of leaping
forwards?"
"You are the next step, we all are. Just because you are blue makes you no different from Scott or
Jean or Kitty. Or me."
"You know, for all of your gothic-I-hate-the-world crap, you can comfort really well." Kurt
looked up at her, his tail slipping from his hologram and lashed a few arcs.
"Thanks," she stood and pulled Kurt to his feet. She quickly and deftly flicked off his image
inducer so she could see his natural form. "Now c'mon Blue, lets go and see what happens with
Quasimodo and Esmeralda."
xxx
Logan and Ororo found Kurt curled up on the couch in the rec room surrounded by empty plates
and a notebook full of notes on the movie. Rogue was sitting on the floor in front of the couch
engrossed in the animated feature on the screen.
"Looks like we finally found them." Logan gruffly whispered.
"Yes, I believe we should let them finish their film, and the Professor may speak to him in the
morning before they head to school." Ororo placed a hand on Logan's arm to turn him away from
the sight of the two teens watching a Disney movie.
"Yeah, alright." Logan turned away.
xxx
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God Almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
Cogitatione (In thought)
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most grievous fault)
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Disclaimers: Blah
xxx
Part 3: Normal to Hide
xxx
Kurt had directly ignored the Professor's wishes to speak with him and had teleported directly to
his room where he collapsed onto his bed. Too many 'ports within the last hour. He was
exhausted and hungry. But there was no way in hell was he going to head downstairs and get
food. No.
He was a freak after all.
He curled up in the fetal position and tried to turn his mind off. But the word 'freak' kept going
over and over like a demented mantra in his mind. The word was mixed with other memories.
Memories that were like a DVD's crystal clear pictures. With Dolby Surround Sound. The pain
that they delivered faded after awhile but the pain of their words stayed with him forever. 'Freak'
was just a nicer term. 'What is it??!' was a favorite of his. So was 'Send it back to Hell!!' Even
fellow mutants thought he was horrible. Kitty was proof of that.
Showing off and joking around just let him forget and feel normal for awhile. It worked, to some
extent. Just hanging around with Scott was fun, when you ignored the stick up his butt but that
was just apart of Scott as the tail was to himself. Rogue was also good company, because of her
power, she could relate to him on the no touching.
Was he overreacting? 'I must be, I mean, Kitty did just tell the truth and I did get Scott hurt.' he
thought to himself. He sat up in bed at that thought. He didn't know how Scott was doing!
Should he go and see him? But what if Jean or Kitty was there?
He laid back down and curled up again, his tail wrapped itself around his leg. He didn't really feel
like he had enough energy to get up and do anything, much less 'port down to the infirmary.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Was?" he asked, reverting to German.
"It's me, elf." Logan.
Kurt jumped up quickly and looked for an escape route. 'Logan must be here to yell at me! He's
gonna rip me apart!' he thought as his eyes darted around for an exit. Settling on the window,
Logan called out again.
"Hey, elf, open up!" he banged on the door some more. "We need to speak to you."
Panic raced through his mind as he leaped on all fours for the window. From a jump to the railing,
Kurt was easily able to scale the wall up to the roof. From that vantage point, he could still hear
Logan hitting on his door, almost breaking it down. Maybe he was safe up here. Logan wouldn't
be able to hurt him for hurting Scott.
'What if Scott had died??' he thought suddenly. 'That must be why Logan was there. Oh nein,
they are going to kick me out of the X-Men.'
Kurt dropped down into a lower crouch than he normally settled into and rested his forehead
against the roof of the mansion. With one hand he reached for his small silver cross that he kept in
his pants pocket.
"Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis
Et tibit Pater
Quia peccavi nimis
Cogitatione
Verbo et opere
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa
Kyrie Eleison"
When he finished is prayer, he left his head resting against the cool surface of the roof. He was
too exhausted to move. Logan's banging had quieted and it seemed very calm and tranquil over
the Institute's grounds. And Kurt was thankful for that. Even his thoughts dimmed, granting him a
moment of rest.
xxx
"Just don't move that shoulder too much, and you'll be just fine." Hank smiled at Scott, who was
laying on an uncomfortable infirmary bed.
"Wasn't that bad?" Scott asked, looking down at the bandages that covered his shoulder and
collar bone.
"Not really, just a flesh wound. Bet it hurt real bad when you got it though, I would imagine?"
"Yeah, it sure did." Scott grimaced.
"Still feeling pain?" Hank asked immediately coming to his side.
"No, just remembering I had a lot of German homework that I needed to do tonight."
Hank blinked at the boy on the bed. "Oh, I thought that the injury still hurt. But if it is your
homework you need to do, I am afraid that I am not very good at German. Should I find Kurt,
and maybe he could come and help you get it done?"
"Yeah that would be great."
"Unfortunately, young Mister Wagner hasn't been responding to our summons." Ororo stated as
she walked into the infirmary. "How are you doing, Scott?"
"I'm good, but what's up with Kurt?" Scott struggled to pull himself up to a sitting position, but
failed. Hank just shook his in warning.
"Logan tried to get him to come out of his room but he refused and disappeared. The Professor
and Jean are currently trying to locate his whereabouts."
"Why did he not answer?" Scott asked confused.
"I am not sure myself." Ororo looked perplexed, "But we need to find him."
Scott nodded, "Let me help."
Hank shook his head again. "No, I want you to rest for the rest of the night here. No searching
activities for you."
Scott groaned. "Has anyone checked the roof? He likes to go up there and think sometimes."
Ororo cocked her head in thought. "I'll have Logan check there, I don't believe that anyone has
checked there yet."
Scott rested his head fully back down on the pillow, "Just find him, that's not Kurt-like to run off.
Something must have happened after I left."
xxx
Kurt had shifted his position after he began to cramp in his legs. He was back to laying in the fetal
huddle. The temperature had dropped and he was beginning to shiver as he laid there watching his
had finger his small cross.
"I really hope Scott is okay." he muttered to himself. "I want him to be okay."
Kurt knew that he should get up and see if he was okay. He also knew that he should have gone
with Logan and talked to the Professor. But he couldn't find it in himself to move. He was just
too tired.
"Well, I guess my teleporting is getting better but before the next mission, I should eat a lot of
food so I won't be so tired." he continued to mumble to himself. "If I am still on the X-Men."
'What if they totally hate me now?' was a thought that kept looping around in his head along with
the 'freak' word.
Staring down at his hand manipulating the cross, Kurt took notice of his image inducer, that was
on an arm that was blue and furry and ended with three fingers instead of five. Using up the rest
of his energy, he reached over and clicked on his image inducer and smiled faintly as he could see
the five, skin toned, fingers that he wanted more than anything.
Too bad he could still feel his tail stretched out behind him.
"Blue?" a voice called out. Rogue.
Kurt couldn't have answered if he wanted to. But Rogue continued to walk gingerly along the
roof to where Kurt laid.
"You alright, Blue Boy?" she asked kneeling down next to him.
"Nein." was the only answer she got out of him. Rogue reached out and brushed some of the dark
hair out his face.
"You've got the entire mansion on the look-out for ya." she gave him a half-smile. "First time I've
ever seen the Wolverine so stumped when looking a prey."
"Ja."
"So what's troubling ya?" she cocked her head. "Was it the Danger Room thing with Scott or the
following with Kitty?"
"Both."
"Scott doesn't blame ya, I know, I was there when it all happened too, ya know. I saw them
night-vision things. Not even 'das ungloblick Nightcrawler' could have hidden from them."
Her butchered German got a small smile out of the prone boy. "Das unglaubliche Nightcrawler."
"Whatever. Anyway it wasn't your fault." her face darkened, "On the other hand, it was Kitty's
fault. She should have never have called you a freak. You are no different from anyone here. And
Miss Kitty needs to get off of her pedestal and realize that she is no more normal than you are. So
what? You're blue and she can walk through walls."
"She doesn't look like a demon."
"Ah but she hides one on the inside. And besides that's about ten pounds of make-up, you should
see what she looks like in the morning." Rogue shuddered.
"Look whose talking, you wear make-up too."
"Ah that's just a defense mechanism. I don't want anyone touching me, so if they are afraid of
what I look like, then no-touchie."
"Ja."
"So why don't you and I go down and finish watching that Disney movie that you rented?"
Kurt looked up at her like she was insane. "You don't hate me?"
Rogue blinked. "What?"
"I thought everyone hates me."
"But I just explained it to you, sug'. It was not your fault and you are not a freak. Why would
they hate you?"
"Because no matter what you say. I am a freak, even by mutant standards. It would be just fine if
my mutant powers was just 'porting but why the fur? Why the tail? I thought mutants were the
next step in human evolution?"
Rogue nodded, that is what the Professor had told them all. "That's right."
"Then why do I look like evolution fell backwards and broke it's neck instead of leaping
forwards?"
"You are the next step, we all are. Just because you are blue makes you no different from Scott or
Jean or Kitty. Or me."
"You know, for all of your gothic-I-hate-the-world crap, you can comfort really well." Kurt
looked up at her, his tail slipping from his hologram and lashed a few arcs.
"Thanks," she stood and pulled Kurt to his feet. She quickly and deftly flicked off his image
inducer so she could see his natural form. "Now c'mon Blue, lets go and see what happens with
Quasimodo and Esmeralda."
xxx
Logan and Ororo found Kurt curled up on the couch in the rec room surrounded by empty plates
and a notebook full of notes on the movie. Rogue was sitting on the floor in front of the couch
engrossed in the animated feature on the screen.
"Looks like we finally found them." Logan gruffly whispered.
"Yes, I believe we should let them finish their film, and the Professor may speak to him in the
morning before they head to school." Ororo placed a hand on Logan's arm to turn him away from
the sight of the two teens watching a Disney movie.
"Yeah, alright." Logan turned away.
xxx
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God Almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
Cogitatione (In thought)
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most grievous fault)
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)