Here's my first attempt at an Evol. Fic, and hopefully it's not that bad . . . (angry crowd appears). (Runs away)
I don't know how everyone is going to like this one, so review, and I might continue.
To tell you the truth, I don't really know where I got the inspiration for this one. Just a little upset with my life or something, I don't know . . .
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men, otherwise I wouldn't be wasting my time writing this fic, instead I'd be swimming in my own private pool or something, lol.
Enjoy!
Ch. 1
Rain. Mud. Sorrow.
Wow, how exciting a life of a mutant could be.
The mansion was behind Kurt, a giant wall. Rain was pouring down on him, soaking his already tear stricken face and demon-like fur. He hadn't bothered to grab any extra sets of clothes, his hollo watch, or even some identification.
After all, why would a freak need it?
He was tired of this. Tired of his unfair life, tired of people not understanding, tired of . . . life.
Kurt's two-toed foot squelched in the mud. He could live in the wild. After all, he looked like an animal, was treated like an animal . . . Why couldn't he live like one?
Thunder cackled across the sky, lighting up the side of the mansion in such a way, that it looked menacing. Shadows were lengthened, all of them coming into sharp points at one spot or another.
It was monstrous. But no less than he was.
He held up a hand so he could see it: mutated, three fingered, and just overall grotesque.
Freak.
Looking back at the mansion, he realized something: they were better off without him. Who needed a furry demon freak, anyway?
Kitty.
No. She doesn't need me. She wants a normal life. One away from mutants, and their world.
His fist clenched. He was the very aspect of mutant.
Rain kept flowing with his tears. Was he never to be happy? No. He would have to leave. They were better off without him.
Turning, his eyes glowed in the night. Crawler of the night, and lone wolf in one.
He had been reborn.
Kitty was shaken awake as the air in her bedroom hummed with the crashes of thunder.
She opened her eyes groggily as she reluctantly awoke. There wouldn't be any sleep tonight. Too bad Storm couldn't control something like this, she thought.
A gust of wind forced her window open, ice-cold rain coming in a wall through it. Shivering, Kitty was fully awake, and walked towards the windowsill.
She struggled to try to close it, but when she looked down, two yellow eyes stared back at her.
Two familiar yellow eyes.
"Kurt!" It would be no use, she knew. The howl of the wind and crashing of thunder wouldn't allow her to be heard. Everyone else was asleep, and they wouldn't be able to wake up in time . . .
She knew what she had to do.
Phasing through the floor, she landed near the double doors of the mansion. Kurt wouldn't leave the mansion now unless he didn't mean to come back. He hated to get his fur wet.
She ran out the front doors, not bothering to open them. The wind would make too much of a ruckus. She ran out into the rain, phasing herself through everything in her path.
Kitty had to get to him.
Kurt ran through the soaked town. No one would be out at a time like this, so why worry about his appearance? On all fours, he could move faster than anyone on the team, except maybe Kitty, who could just go through anything in her way.
But she would have had to have seen him at the right time, and just gone right after him as he left. What were the odds of that? No. Nothing could catch him now.
Racing even faster, pushing himself, his frustrations making him go faster. But why? Why was he running?
He was going where he belonged. And away from the people that he could only hurt.
A few minutes later, he saw what he was looking for: the edge of the woods. Here, he could be free, away from people. He could live, as he wanted: like the animal he had been called so many times.
The woods soon surrounded him. He was home.
Darn, that kid's fast! Kitty thought as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. This kid was leaving them . . . But why would Kurt leave?
That question still stuck in her head. Kurt had it good, didn't he? Friends, family . . . well, if you counted Mystique as family . . .
But what more did he want?
She continued to follow him through the streets, his silhouette now only seen when a lightning bolt flashed. And he was getting farther away.
Almost growling despite herself, she kept going, pushing herself. For once, she was glad that Logan had decided to push the danger room sessions for once. It had, at least, kept her in shape.
She saw him disappear into the woods. He really didn't want to be found . . . but why?
That darn question again: why?
Kitty kept running. He wasn't going to get rid of her that easily. She smirked despite herself. The woods surrounded her, and into an animal's domain.
Okay, I admit it. I'm a nerd. I'm submitting a fanfiction to a show that hasn't been on TV in my area for a good year and a half, but who cares, eh?
So, how is it? Good/bad/horrible? Next chapter will be longer, sorry about how short this one was, but don't worry about that. There will also be a lot more action in it to, besides running away, or after something, hehehe.
R&R, and I'll continue!