Untouchable
AN/ Woohoo! I got 2 reviews within 2 hours of posting the story! That is the fast reviewing I have ever received. And as I always say in all my other stories that the quicker I receive the reviews the quicker I write. So here is my second chapter and keep up the reviews! Oh and I don't mind flames. Just like Pyro I love playing with fire! Thank you to catchafallingstar and Escaflowne!
Bry
Disclaimer: I own NO ONE! I swear! Iceman is not in my closet! I swear!
Chapter Two
Touring
Kurt Wagner eased his way through the hallways of Professor Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. He crawled along the high plaster ceilings, being careful of the decorative moldings. He turned the corner and approached the stairway.
Bamf!
With the aide of his mutant power Kurt was continuing his tour on the second floor. Even though he had been staying at the mansion for two weeks, he had yet to memorize all the routes of the school. He approached a large stain glass bay window. He flipped off the ceiling with the experience of his acrobat days and landed on the window seat. He curled up in a ball and admired the colors. Watching the sun set through the glass, the Nightcrawler started to miss his meager home in Boston. The church was a fine place to live and when he was rejected from Ringling Bros. for being a mutant he decided to stay in this country to experience American life. It didn't take long for his neighbors to fear the abandoned church but Kurt did mind much. His stained glass windows in his alcoves kept him company as he said his prayers during the day and by night he traveled through Boston and its surrounding suburbs to witness a life he was not apart of. But then it did not take long for William Stryker to brain wash him and send him to the White House to assassinate the American President. But Kurt did not curse the man. It did no use to curse the dead and all he felt towards Stryker was pity.
After the sun set the Nightcrawler became invisible in the shadows. He transported himself through the common areas of the school. He watched the children interact with each other. They were laughing and playing, and even a few of them were arguing. But they all were alive and healthy. He knew one of the Professor's chief concerns when he returned to the mansion was to find all the children who had evacuated from the building. With Celerbo temporarily out of order, the hunt was working through detective work. Logan was the leader of the mission since he had the best sense of smell and he pulled through. They traveled to neighboring estates and found groups of children around crude camp fires, eating the rare wild life. But now everyone was home and Kurt was having trouble learning all the young ones names. It was easier to learn their code names first since you could tell by power who was who. And for the first time since he left the circus, Kurt was not shunned for what he looked like. Some of the children seemed taken aback at first but once they realized that this man was less harmful than Wolverine they just wanted to play with him.
As it became dark out side, the Night crawler made is way outside. He transported swiftly to the neighboring forest and started to practice his old acrobatic routine. He soared through the skies and flipped over branches. He played for as long as he could and then landed on the soft grass below. He was out of breath. Then a soft breeze ran over his sweating body and a soft clap could be heard.
"I didn't realize anyone was out here."
Ororo laughed and sat down behind him. "Of course you didn't! How could you when you stay in your own world all day."
Kurt felt his skin heat up and was happy his dark blue skin concealed the blush. "There is so much to learn. It is very beautiful out here. I don't know how your students study."
"They don't! They just spend the nights before the major tests cramming all the information they can!"
"And they pass the class? Amazing!"
Her laugh filled the air and Kurt enjoyed the sound. It sounded like the bells peeling from a church tower. "No, they study. I was joking with you Kurt. So what have you been up to lately?"
"I am trying to memorize that building and I am trying to memorize the faces. So many children that are unique!"
"It took me years to memorize the building, especially after the Professor decides to remodel. And the children are all special. Not just because they have the mutant gene but also because they have potential to be so much more!"
Her dark blue eyes light up and Kurt examined her beautiful face. He never heard someone speak of things with as much joy as she did. "What do they do once they graduate?"
"We don't know. Most go off to college but so far our school is so young that we have only hand 2 graduating classes. Bobby Drake and Peter Rasputin are the oldest ones here now. They still have a few years yet and who knows what will happen?"
"No one has yet to join the team?" Kurt seemed surprise.
Strom puzzled over the thought. "No one yet but who knows. Especially after we lost Jean, we could use help." She started to cry at the thought of her dead friend. "She was just learning her potential when that battle happened. Just a few months before she could barely move a book across the room and then suddenly she had the power to lift us into the air."
Kurt let his arm wrap around the young woman. He suddenly wished he was as close to a group of people that he would be able to cry over a loss. He was always the loner in the circus, preferring his rosary beads to the company of friends, but now at this place he felt he may have a home.
Rogue brushed her hair out in her tiny makeshift bedroom. For one of the few times in her life, she was not covered in fabric. Her night gown was simple but it fit her perfectly. She sucked in her stomach and stuck out her chest as she gazed in the mirror. She looked quite awkward but as she peered into the mirror she wondered what Bobby saw in her. She was pretty enough and she had a sense of humor but why date some one you couldn't touch. Sure he kissed her through fabric for a substitute but after that one magnificent kiss inside his bedroom, she wasn't sure they could ever be the same, especially after Bobby tried to kiss her again in the kitchen. She made her way to her cot and closed her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep though her heart ignored her mind as it played the kiss over and over in her head.
AN/ While I was writing this I got my 3rd!! review from Trixi-chan! Thankyou! And since I wrote another chapter why don't you dear reader review it since you made your way down here! The faster I get them the more often I update!
