Okay, another chappie.
For those of you who are reading my other story that I've been working on (legacy of heroes in TT) I've hit writer's block.
It's just a little hard to write scene transitions, and a doctor says that I might be developing tendonitis.
Doh!
For those of you who actually know Fuzzy's past when he was in Germany, I'm going to change it a little bit, just for fun (no really, it fits into the story pretty well)
Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy!!
--Dakyu
Ch. 4Ugh. Rock was NOT a comfortable furnishing.
Kitty groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head, but a sharp rip of pain forced her back down again.
She grumbled. Kitty was never one to accept that others had to do things for her.
Hearing a chuckled from her right, along with the smell of fried fish, brought her head to the side so that she could view the situation.
Kurt had rekindled the fire, and had constructed a cooking stick that could be rotated above the fire. How did he keep on amazing her with such little things?
He rotated another unfortunate fish that was on the stick, and was browning pleasantly. "Hungry?"
Realizing that she had just stared, she opened her mouth to answer. Her stomach had other ideas, though.
A high squeal came from her abdomen, and she shut her mouth. "I guess that answers it, huh?"
The elf just laughed a little more, and handed a roasted fish to her. She tried to sit up, and this time succeeded in doing so.
"You're doing better." He said flatly.
"I always was a quick healer." Kitty bit into her fish. Spiceless, but somehow better than the kind of fish that she used to eat.
Before she had gone vegetarian, that is.
She ate the fish down to the bone, and sat a straight as she could. Not perfect, but good enough so that she could see her surroundings.
A stream flowed not too far away, the gentle trickle of water calmed their nerves. Behind them was a small cliff, a drop of about fifteen feet or so that surrounded them. The cliff broke about a foot from the stream's edge, and the cliff continued on either side of them, following the river's banks.
All in all, it was a pretty cozy place.
Kurt ate his fish, and stuck the stick that it had been on in the flames. He could always scrape off another one.
He liked it like this. Kitty was with him, and no one else was. They could do whatever they wanted . . . ewe . . . Okay, get away from those thoughts, he mentally swatted them away. There were no other people here. He didn't have to hide, and she could . . .
Do nothing.
She was here with him, but that meant nothing. Kitty had a future. One that didn't have him in it.
He hung his head slightly, trying to mask his pain.
Kitty was deep in thought as well. Would Kurt ever come back to the institute? Why did he leave in the first place? He would probably answer that his appearance had something to do with it . . . but the others understood him.
Did he not see that? Or maybe it was something more . . .
She shook her head, clearing her unblurred vision. Wondering wasn't getting her anywhere. For lack of a better way . . .
"Why'd you leave?"
Kurt instantly froze, then looked at her, rage in his eyes. Not a burning rage at her, but definitely some anger.
"Why'd you leave?" She repeated.
"I didn't leave. I went back." Kurt stood, and began to walk towards the edge of the small cliffs.
"Went back to what?"
He turned around again, this time pain was mixed in with his anger. "My past."
Kurt leapt up the wall, and picked up a spear that she only now noticed was laying there. "I'll be back soon. This won't take long."
She huffed. He must have his reasons . . . but blast it! She hated riddles!
Kitty lay back down, and hoped desperately that there weren't any bears around.
Logan & Beast
Some of the local creatures did have the tempers of bears.
Logan let out a snarl. This was just pissing him off.
They were just wandering around, and even the food hadn't attracted Kurt. It was all the wind's falt.
They had been tracking him from the west, and the wind was at their backs. That meant that he would smell them first, and also the wind made it harder to track him in the way that if you caught his scent, it was like a flag in the wind.
The occasional tree had his scent, but wind blew it away from them.
He snarled again.
"You know, you're more likely to scare him out of hiding rather than just find him if you keep that up."
"Yeah, yeah." The smaller of the two waved him off with a hand. "I don't need your 'scientific analogies' right now. Especially since we're on a time crunch, and . . ." He froze.
Beast looked over at him. Logan was sniffing the air. "Do you smell that?"
"Hm. It smells familiar . . . I can't place it though."
Another growl rumbled in Logan's throught. "He had better not have--"
Logan dashed away in a mad sprint.
"Wha-- Hey! Slow down!" Beast was after him like a gigantic furry bullet.
Logan pushed his legs to pull his metal bulk along with him. True, it did make him nearly invincible, but when it came to speed . . .
He had the advantage.
Trees whizzed past, but he kept going. The smell was stronger. He could almost . . .
Splash.
He stopped as abruptly as he had started, and looked down at his feet.
Blood. And entire puddle of it.
No.
Logan fell in the puddle, unaware of the crusting blood staining his uniform. "No."
Beast's heavy steps thundered up behind him. A horrified look came over his face. "Is that --"
Logan nodded solemnly. "Yup. This is bad."
"But is it . . ."
"Kitty? Oh, yeah. And from the looks of it she lost a lot of blood, too. But . . ." His fists clenched. "His smell is all over."
"Who's?"
"Sabertooth."
End chappie
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Heeheee! yet another cliffhanger. Sorry, this is just the way my stories are written. Thank you for all the loyal readers, but if there aren't any reviews, I won't continue!!
O.O R&R (me)
If you didn't get that, it means that if you read, and then review, I'll be happy, lol.
Dakyu