Kurt's hands twitched in anticipation, it was already two o'clock, and the answering machine still lacked Amanda's voice. The phone sat beside him on the bed, waiting to be used.
"Lassen Sie sie bitte dort sein," Kurt prayed silently for Amanda to be home. Picking up the receiver, he dialed the number. Kurt held his breath as the phone rang. One, two, three, four rings…the voice mail activated. Kurt was defeated. There was no true reason for him to be worried about Amanda. She was probably just at the mall, forgot her cell phone, and was having so much fun that she put calling him out of her mind. Still, something didn't feel right. Kurt could sense it, whatever it was. And the feeling would not go until he heard Amanda's melodic voice, not an automated message.
Kurt lay on his bed. The ceiling of his room held tiny cracks, similar to those of a spider web. Outside the rain still poured, he was sure all the students were inside.
"Probably, watching movies or playing in the game room," Kurt mused. He still felt bad about Kitty's accident. He vowed to find her and properly apologize.
"I'll take her to Dairy Queen; she loves their low-fat yogurt shakes," Kurt tried to keep his mind focused on anything but Amanda. It was proving to be a tough mental task.
"Sleep, ja, I'll sleep," Kurt mumbled as his held hit the pillow. The pounding rain made a soft lullaby to his ears. Without realizing it, Kurt had soon fallen asleep.
Kurt awoke to the sound of lightning. The flashes of white light illuminated his room several times before Kurt could coherently make out what they were. The clock above his bed said, 9:37pm. Kurt shook his head, his mind still foggy with sleep.
"I didn't mean to sleep so late," Kurt thought. He had missed dinner by thirty seven blissful minutes.
"Oh well, I'm not that hungry anyways," Kurt thought. The room had a slight chill. Kurt got up and closed the window, looking at the blue and grey sky. For a moment, an image of Amanda popped into his head. Kurt shook his head dispelling the image. He didn't bother to check the answer machine; he wasn't in the mood for another disappointment.
Kurt traveled the corridors into the room the teens of the mansion had dubbed the "groupie room", more commonly referred to by the adults as the living II room. A new student, Brandon, and Bobby were stretched out on the large couch watching old Bruce Lee movies. Rogue was huddled in the corner reading a new fictional romance book, glaring daggers at the lounging students. Kitty and Amara were engaged in an intense game of foosball.
"Hey Kurt my man, we missed you at lunch. Where you been hidin' today," Bobby chirped, never taking his eyes of the action on the screen.
"Yea, blue, where have you been? I was a bit worried I haven't seen you at all today," Rogue concerned was evident in her southern accent.
Bobby put a hand to his head, pretending to faint, "You, you were concerned about someone? Not miss tall, dark, and scary herself?"
Rogue threateningly flexed one black gloved hand. Bobby's gulp was audible to everyone in the room. He turned back to the TV.
Brandon laughed, "Its good you know went to shut up dude."
Bobby shot him an evil look, but didn't comment.
Kurt smiled, the first genuine smile of the day, at his friends antics, "Oh, I was around. I haven't been feeling so good, so I've been in my room most of the day."
"You should see Dr. McCoy if you really feel bad. He wants you to stop and see him anyways," Rogue volunteered before returning to her reading. Kurt made a mental note to stop by the doctor's office.
Kurt plopped down at the end of the couch, "which one is this?'
Brandon smirked, "Only the greatest one of all time "Kiss of death."
Kurt nodded appreciatively, "Ah, a classic, mein friend."
Rogue smacked her lips, rolling her eyes at the three teenagers. Kurt had already seen the movie seven times.
"I'm going to see what everyone's up to," Kurt said rising from his seat. Kitty smiled at Kurt and put a finger to her lips. His secret would be safe with her. Thankfully, no one but he, Kitty, and God would know about what had happened earlier on the roof. Kurt walked through the halls, not sure exactly where he was going. His mind was in a jumble.
"Kurt?" A voice said from somewhere.
Kurt turned around to a beckoning Ororo. She had changed clothes and instead of her gold earrings, purple flower print dress, and moccasin sandals was now fully clad in her pink silk nightgown, and lavender terry cloth robe.
"Kurt, it's nice to see you're awake. I made sure to put away some food for you at dinner. It's in the fridge."
Inwardly, Kurt smiled. Ororo always seemed to think of everything, "Thanks, Ms. Munroe. I'll make sure to go and dig in, later. I still don't have much of an appetite."
Ororo looked at him understandingly, "That's alright, it'll be there waiting on you," she looked toward the door, "Why…why don't you come and join us in the TV room."
"I hope you're not watching 'Kiss of Death', I've seen that one too many times."
Ororo's laugh was soft and rich, "Well, sadly were not watching a Bruce Lee film, but Logan and Xavier are arguing over whether to watch the news or reruns of the Dukes of hazard."
Kurt's eyebrow rose, "I didn't take Logan for a Dukes of Hazard kind of guy."
Ororo shrugged, "Neither did I, but to each his own. I suppose."
Turning, Kurt followed Ororo into the "adult" common room. Only called so for the amount of adults usually found lounging around. Being on the third floor, few students made the trip. It was the only room that Logan used to watch his football games. It was also the only room with a refrigerator stacked with several different types of beers.
Remy lounged in the corner, apparently sleeping, the glow of his reddish eyes barely visible through his half-closed lids. Storm took a seat next to him, motioning for Kurt to take a seat. Kurt slid into a small spot next to Logan. The man also known as Wolverine did not look happy, his face held a scowl (more than his usual) and his eyes were boring holes into the TV.
Storm shook her snow-colored head, "He's just mad he lost the TV to the professor."
Logan growled.
Storm wagged a perfectly manicured finger, "Don't you growl at me Logan, it's not my fault. Now stop behaving like a child, it won't hurt you to watch the news. It's good to be up on current events. You might just learn something, goddess forbids."
Kurt could feel the laughter at the back of his throat, but laughing in Logan's face would shorten his life span, and Kurt wanted to live as long as possible. Xavier, sitting in his wheelchair next to the couch, smirked at Logan's antics. The game of "rock, paper, scissors" had turned in his favor (it had helped that he could read Logan's mind and anticipate his moves), and the TV was showing the forecast for the coming day's weather. He was happy Kurt felt somewhat better and was joining them.
Kurt concentrated on the bright, blond weatherwoman pointing to the interactive map. No matter what he tried his thoughts still seemed chained to Amanda. Inwardly, Kurt struggled not to rush upstairs to the phone and call his love.
"Focus, Kurt, focus. Amanda's fine, she'll call you tomorrow. Calm down," he chided himself. This need he had to see Amanda was as irritating as it was infuriating. He focused his attention once more on the pretty weatherwoman.
The screen suddenly went black. A beeping sound emitted from the screen as it flashed back to picture. Instead of the young pretty weatherwoman, there was an older, graying man. The usual anchorman, John Grams was sitting behind a wide mahogany desk, his immaculate suit pressed perfectly.
His deep voice was controlled and carefully matched his persona, "We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you some breaking news. We have just been informed that there has been an Amber alert issued in the city of Bayville."
Storm's gasp was audible, "Oh dear Goddess."
The news caster continued, "The Bayville police force is urging parents to keep their children and teens inside. This appears to be the fourth in a spree of abductions. The police have no leads so far as to the suspect. So far all of the abductees have been teenage girls between the ages of 15-17 who reside in the Bayville area."
The man continued, "The latest victim in the minor abductions is Amanda Sefton."
Kurt's heart froze. Amanda's yearbook picture was put on the screen behind John. Ororo put a hand to her lips, "Oh my goddess," her hand came to rest gently on Kurt's shoulder.
For Kurt, Time seemed to slow down; vaguely he continued to hear the broadcast. "Amanda 16, pictured above, is a sophomore at Bayville high school. Amanda was last seen by her parents, Eileen Sefton and Barry Sefton, yesterday night around ten pm. If you or anyone you know has information as to Amanda's whereabouts, please contact the Bayville police force at 1-800-297-4331. No we shall return to our regularly scheduled broadcast."
The screen returned to the buoyant blond. The room was silent except for the woman's ceaseless chatter. Logan picked up the remote and the screen went blank. Kurt was shocked; his heart had taken permanent residence in stomach. The urge to vomit rose in the back of his throat but he squashed it.
Logan growled as his beer can beer can became a crumpled heap of aluminum, "What kind of bastard would kidnap a fuckin' kid. Jesus Christ."
"Logan watch your language, I know were all upset but we must keep our composure." Ororo's hand continued its reassuring movements, "I'm sure everything will be alright Kurt."
"Yes, Ororo is right. We must all keep our heads. I'll contact some acquaintances, and put them on the look out. Until then I suggest we all get some sleep. To worry ourselves wouldn't do anyone any good." Xavier's calm voice remained neutral.
Logan could smell the nervousness in the room, Kurt looked like a statue, not blinking, nor responding to Xavier or Ororo.
Kurt's quickly hurt turned into anger. His golden eyes narrowed into hard slits. In a flash, Kurt was perched on top of the couch. His tail waved back and forth fiercely, "That's all? You want to call some friends and have us sleep on it? Was in der Hölle? My girlfriend is somewhere out there with Gott knows who, doing Gott knows what to her. And all you can say is get some Sleep! Sind Sie verrückter Mann? Forgive me if I am not exactly calm and want to sleep on this professor."
Coolly, Xavier looked into the face of the raging mutant, "I understand your feelings Kurt. I assure you we all share them. But rushing out to look for Amanda will not do anyone any good. Especially, since we have not a clue where to start. I will not put anyone else in danger. We shall go to sleep and tomorrow we'll figure out the best course of action."
Kurt's outrage was evident, "Was! You could not possibly understand my feelings professor. The woman you love is not missing without a clue. The only person who truly understands you has not disappeared off the face of the earth. Sie konnten nie verstehen! I won't just stand by and do nothing. Tomorrow it could be too late. I have to try. With or without your help."
Logan had to give Kurt his dues; it took a real man to stand up for his woman, "Chuck, I gotta side with the kid on this one. He's right...tomorrow it could be too late."
Ororo looked torn between her student and her mentor. One part of her wished to side with Xavier, his plan being the obvious, and more responsible choice. While her heart wanted to side with Kurt, his love and concern for his girlfriend tugged at her heart.
Xavier's hands were spread before him in a helpless gesture, "Kurt be logical. Take some time to think about what you're saying. You can't go dashing into the night looking for her. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves or the institute. And I highly believe a troupe of mutants at night searching all over Bayville would. If you---"
Logic was the last thing on Kurt's mind. His eyes glared daggers at his mentor and friend. "You'd do it if she was a mutant!"
Xavier's rebuttal died in his throat. Three pairs of eyes were boring holes into him. They all knew it was true. Had Amanda been a mutant in this situation, the team would have already been assembled and out the door. He couldn't lie. The truth was painful.
"Gott. Professor, I am not asking you to just go risking your life for just anyone. Amanda is…she is my life. I've never asked you for anything important in my life, now; I am asking you, meine teacher, meine friend, to help me. That's what x-men do right, right, we help those in trouble. Well Amanda is in trouble, and I am not going to turn my back on her," Kurt's anger had seeped out of him. His eyes now looked troubled though determined.
Xavier knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, Kurt would search for Amanda with or without his help. The question was, would he offer it.
He turned to Ororo, "Assemble the team. I want them up and ready to go in 20. Logan I want the X-Jet prepped and ready to go in 5."
Ororo nodded and swept out the door.
Logan grinned, "Finally some action." The burly man gave Kurt a look of pride before heading out the door himself.
"Kurt, go get ready. Were going to need the whole team." Before Kurt could respond the doorbell rang. "Kurt answer that, I need to make a call."
The blue mutant nodded and headed out the room to the main doors. A visitor at this time of night was highly unlikely.
As Kurt disappeared into the hall, Xavier picked up the phone. The phone rang once before a sultry voice answered, "Charles, what can I do for you?"
"Hello Mystique, it seems we have a situation."
Author's note: Hope you liked the chapter. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errorsAll translation from Altavista. Next chapter from Amanda's point of view. Please Review!