Disclaimer: I don't own x-men.
Author's Note: Here.
Chapter Fourteen
He was forgeting something, and the thinning threads of his mind could no longer uphold and grasp the concept.
Oh yeah...he was dying...
He grinned bitterly at the thought, wanting desperately to throttle the perpetrator. Fault or no fault, it didn't stray his anger.
" Chere...why? "
These things didn't happen to him. He had always made sure to distance himself, to block out the intruders that would lead to the undoubtabhle invasion of his being. Such things could only be commited by those he allowed...Henry, Pere, Tantie Mattie...Marie... Was he fool for it? He didn't know. He didn't care. The rage inside of him built and boiled.
He was unconsciouse, he was supposed to be at peace within this state of mind. Not in turmoil.
" She stabbed me! Right in my back, " he thought incredulously.
" You forget, cajun. She didn't know it be you. "
Oh...that's right...
" Can I still be angry? " he thought again, swearing he could consiously feel the corners of his lips tuuging.
" Yes...but not at her..."
" Who then? "
" The stick. "
He laughed.
Funny.
That voice sounded like Mattie...
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Rogue slept, her head rested on her brothers lap as they waited within the lobby, no doctor emerging from the ER in the last hour. She didn't flit through her sleep as Kurt had originally thought, and he smiled impishly as he removed her head, standing and placing it right back down upon the chair so he could sneak to the bathroom before she woke.
His feet tapped lightly as he walked languidly down the hall, turning when necessary before he reached the bathroom. His head strayed to the side as he looked around the corner, his eye's catching a brown coat bhind a small nurse, the woman seemingly intrigued.
His eye's narrowed as he looked to the supposed Remy LeBeau, his fists clenching. The man was fast, whoever he was. No doubt he was following Rogue from the begining. It wouldn't take long for him to hear news of the incident.
The nurse must have been occupied with anothe floor otherwise she would have noticed that the same exact man was in the ER. Kurt was graceful, light on his feet as he walked toward the two, sleek and quiet as to not alert either person.
He could here the cajun voice, inquiring about his sister, and it didn't take long before Kurt coughed slightly, an amiable smile upon his face, causing the two to jump slightly.
" I vas looking all over for you. Rogue is vorried out of her mind. You know her. Has this complex that everything her's fault. I told her it was a flesh wound. C'mon, you have to convince her your all right. "
Kurt held in his relief as the " Remy " smiled and apologized to the woman, following. He was unsure on how much the fake knew, but he was in the clear.
The man obviously knew about the incident but not the damage, giving Kurt the edge, making him believe that Kurt thought he was the real LeBeau.
" So she knows dat I'm the real Remy? "
Kurt nodded, leading the man outside, doors sliding open on there own.
" Why are we goin' outside? "
Kurt smiled in the dark, hands within his pocket, " Rogue's waiting out here. In my car, " he lead him to the side of the building, and away from the lights.
" All the way, " the voice was cut off as Kurt's hand took hold of the face, shoving the skull crashing into the wall. He heard a crack, and spit upon the body as it sank to the ground, blood trailing from his fingers. The body began to convulse, and change, the darkness surronding the man. When the transformation was over, Kurt looked to the gaunt man, his eye's closed and a trail of blooding running down his scalp.
The hair was thin and colorless, the face sallow and sinking. Thin body and thin hands, he looked surprisingly vulnerable. He killed. He killed and he didn't care. He turned and left, returning to Rogue, troubled by the numbness that consumed him.
Scene Switch-----------
Kurt looked ahead at the wall, Rogue's head upon his lap, awake.
" Where did ya go? "
" Bathroom... "
His voice was monotone. Killing...he wasn't that type of person. He didn't do those things. But he did. And it didn't hurt. It felt right. That was what disturbed him. He did it for his sister. He did it out of protection. But none the less, he shouldn't had felt so good about it.
" What's the matter? "
" Nothing. "
He was lying. But he wouldn't trouble her. He would take it to his grave. He would live with it, know what he did, and always wonder if he was monster enough to do it again.
Because he killed.
And Kurt Wagner didn't do those things.
Scene Switch----------------
They were looking at her again. She hugged herself closer, trying to ignore them.
" C'mon Kitty. Who is it? "
" I can have a relationship without everyone butting in..., " she sounded meek.
" Kitty, were only worried about you. Were your friends. If your hiding something from us, then were worried that it's something your ahamed of, or believe is wrong. "
" Is that your excuss? "
" What? " Jean asked, her eye's confused.
" Your excuse? Your way of pressing me to tell? How many times had I did that to Rogue? How many time's had we all? I refuse to let you budge me. You claim to care, but in the end, it circles around and everyone knows about it. "
" We...we tell the others. To not keep secrets from each other..., " Jean's voice shook.
Kitty smiled, her eye's lidded, " Indeed. I sleep with him. You can tell the others that. Let them swallow that untill the press you to have you find out more. "
She stood, walking away.
" Kitty...were your friends... "
She looked to Jean and Scott, " Then keep it a secret. Prove it. "
Author's Note-----------------
I like Kurt. I get bored with people making him cheesy and always happy. So, if he's out of character, I'm not changing him.