Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated for so long… I was in suspended animation in the place they call SCHOOL! Sooooorrrryyy!

1:30 a.m

Kurt woke up. It was dark, and he was alone, and he remembered something that he shouldn't have. Flames, and Mistique, and somebody calling out his name crammed his head, but it was none of those.

It was something completely different. Something to do with Kitty.

He looked down at himself. His left arm was in a cast and something told him that if he'd had normal bone structure he'd have been dead.

Then he checked out the digital clock beside the table. It was one that told the time and date, and he got the hugest shock looking at it.

It was five days later than the last time he'd seen a calendar.

He realised that if the memory was real, not just a dream, he'd have a day to get out oof the house before… he didn't want to think about that.

The next morning Kitty found a note on her door.

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Dear Kitty,

By the time you get this I will be gone. I just want you to know that the only reason I stayed at the mansion this long… well, it was you.

I can't really remember what happened, but I can remember something now that I didn't before and now I have to go in order to protect you.

Tell Jamie he can have the swords above my bed. He always liked them. And Evan gets my CD collection and walkman. (I can hear him screaming now.) Everybody else gets the rest of their lives free of fuzzy elf hijinks.

Love, Kurt

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11:20 am

Queens, Manhattan

Kurt walked through the door of the café and up to the counter. The café had some sort of cheesy, hippy-ish name, something like 'Caffeine' or 'Rainbow' or 'Savanna'. The sign above the store was red letters on a brown background, with multi-coloured swirls surrounding the name.

"Order," commanded the waitress. She was taller than Kurt, with loooong blond hair, and was wearing a denim miniskirt so small that it was in danger of flashing her (probably pink and white) knickers to the world. A cord around her neck, meant to be in the style of a backstage pass, announced 'Hi! My name is Lana!' and her face added, 'And I would rather be anywhere but here.'

"Uh," said Kurt, "I'll have… I'll have a triple chocolate hot fudge sundae with mocha sprinkles, thanks. And a chocolate-raspberry roll. And… I think I'll have an orange juice. And… a couple of gutbusters, please."

"Dude," said 'Hi! My name is Lana!', "If you eat like that all the time, you must have, like, some sort of totally strict exercise regime."

"Uh, yeah…" replied Kurt nervously. (Being in close proximity with cheerleaders does that to him.) "So… how much was that?"

"Huh?" said 'Hi! My name is Lana!'. "Oh yeah. That's a twenty. Urm… you're number 12." Which was surprising, seeing as there were only four other people in there, all sitting at the same table.

Kurt took the stand with the piece of paper saying "12!" in twirly numbers to a booth a couple of feet away from the group of teens. Since there was nothing else to do, Kurt sat back and started to do some serious people watching until his food came.

The kids looked, well, like an ordinary group of kids. There was a skinny guy with brown hair, a slightly taller guy with blond-red hair who sat like he thought he was the king of the world, a girl who looked like an anorexic version of 'Hi! My name is Lana!' and a girl with dark red hair and a pretty smile.

'Hi! My name is Lana!' came up to his table with a tray laden with food. "Um, okay, Mr. Big Order. Here's ya lunch!"

"You know," said Kurt, casually, "I zhink zhat you are crushing on me."

'Hi! My name is Lana!' turned red, then fled to the safety of behind the counter. Heh heh heh, thought Kurt. That was kinda fun…

He was surprised when he heard a voice in his ear. "Either you're really, really depressed," said a high-pitched female voice in his ear, "or you always eat like this. So, which is it?"

"Bozh, I zhink," replied Kurt, turning around to face the anorexic version of 'Hi! My name is Lana!'

"Well, if you eat like this all the time, then you must do loads of excersize. Or does your girlfriend force you into running to school with her rather than driving?"

"Huh, I vish. I keep fit running after all zhe girls at mien boarding school who run avay every time zhey see me."

"Ooh, a boarding school," said Anorexic-Hi my name is Lana. "Fancy! I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Stacy. And these are my friends, Mary Jane Watson, Harry Osbourne, and Peter Parker."

The other teens sitting behind her nodded and waved. "'Sup," said the guy with the carrot top.

"Hi. I'm Ku- Kyle," said Kurt, realizing he could ruin his chances of running away if he told them his real name. "Kyle Pryde," he said, saying the first name that came into his head.

"Cool. Hey, d'ya wanna come sit with us? You look kinda lonely, sitting there all by yourself."

"Yeah, sure, fine. Vhatever," said Kurt.

"Cool," said Anorexic-hi my name is Lana. Gwen, thought Kurt. Her name's Gwen.

He walked over to sit by Gwen and her friends, balancing the remaining gutbuster, the orange juice, chocolate-raspberry roll, and the sundae on his tray. He sat down between Mr. Carrot Top (Harrythought Kurt) and Skinny-Brown-Hair guy (Peter, Peter Peter Peter! thought Kurt).

"So, Kyle," said Harry. "I haven't seen you in Queens before. Did you just move?"

"Or did you run away from your boarding school," Gwen put in. You don't know how true that is, Gwen, Kurt thought, swallowing.

"Actually… my family is on holiday. From Germany. Ja."

"That's pretty awesome," said Mary Jane.

"Well, ja, more awesome than you think," said Kurt, smiling. "Ve're part of a Romani circus. I vas on zhe acrobatics before I vent to boarding school." Kurt paused for a bit, letting this sink in. "Vonce I fell off zhe practice svings, vhen I vas about seven in years. Voke up a veek later vizh a killer headache."

"Wow, that's pretty awesome," said Peter. "I've always wondered what it would be like to run away and join the circus."

The others stared at him, eyebrows raised.

"What? It's true," Peter said. "When you're a geek you've got to dream!"

"Right." Said Harry.

Just then Kurt noticed a flash of brown in the window. He stared, frowning slightly. It wasn't the colour of the brown exactly; more that it was a strait, ponytailed brown attached to a head that looked surprisingly like Kitty's…

"OH mien Gott," Kurt breathed.

"Hey, what's the matter, Kyle?" asked Harry.

"Oh mien GOTT," Kurt said louder. "I've really got to go. Seriously. Ach, I don't know vhere to go… help me, please!"

The others turned to look out of the window. "What're ya so scared about, Kyle?" asked Peter.

"Mien be- my family," said Kurt hurredly. "They've found me!"

"So what's so bad about that?"

"I ran avay from zhem to meet my… um… my penpal! Ja. But he hasn't shown up… oh Gott, get me out of here…"

"Right," said Mary Jane. "Why is it so important that you don't get found by your family? You didn't really run away from your boarding school, did you?"

Kurt didn't say anything.

"Right," said Mary Jane. "Peter, Kyle will be staying in your basement tonight."

"VAS?" yelled Kurt.

"WHAT?" yelled Peter. "MJ, you can't-"

"I can and I will."

"No, Mary Jane, Peter, I'm fine, really I am. I vill just… urm… I vill be going now." He picked up his bag, stuffed the chocolate-raspberry bun into it, slurped the remains of his ice cream and ran in the direction of the toilets.

"Kyle," yelled Peter, going after him. "What are you doing? The exit's that… way…" Peter followed Kurt into the men's room, only to smell brimstone and see a cloud of red-purple smoke slowly disappearing…

At that same time, Kitty, Evan and Scott burst into the café. "Has anybody seen a guy," gasped Kitty, "Seventeen years old-"

"About yay tall," continued Evan, gesturing with his hand, "German, brown hair, holds his fingers like this," he parted his fingers in a Vulcan salute.

"Speaks with a hard accent," said Scott, "big chunky watch on."

Hi! My name is Lana! spoke up. "Oh, yeah. Mr. Big Order!"

"What exactly did he order," asked Scott slowly.

"Two gutbusters, a chocolate-raspberry roll, um, an orange juice and a triple chocolate hot fudge sundae with mocha sprinkles. Why?"

"Okay, that's him," said Kitty. "Which way'd he go?"

Hi! My name is Lana! shrugged. "No idea. Ask those kids, he was sitting with them."

Immediately Harry, Gwen and Mary Jane leaned back in their chairs and started whistling that tuneless song everybody knows, more commonly known as the 'we don't have any idea what you're talking about' song.

It probably wouldn't have worked. It was just made certain by Peter running back to the table saying, "He's gone! I followed him and there was a lot of red smoke and now he's gone!"

Harry, Gwen and Mary Jane stared at him hard.

"Huh? What'd I do?" asked a confused Peter. Then he looked up from the table at Kitty, Evan and Scott staring at each other.

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn, and a million times DAMN!" yelled Evan. "We almost had him!"

What do you mean, 'almost,' a voice inside his head asked.

"Argh! Professor!" Evan shouted.

Everybody except Kitty and Scott looked at him strangely. Gwen Stacy made a little twirl beside her head with her finger.

Professor, you startled me, thought Evan.

You just missed Kurt, didn't you?

He ported away just before we could-

He teleported? Professor Xavier asked. With everyone watching?

No, though Evan, this boy ran out of the bathrooms saying that there was a lot of red smoke.

But he didn't see the actual teleporting?

Evan sighed thankfully. Nope. So, d'you want us to come back to the mansion now, Professor?

Oh, not just yet. According to Cerebro he's about forty feet away from you right now.

Evan frowned and turned around. On the opposite side of the road, standing just behind a tree, was Kurt.

Kurt peeked around the tree and swore. Evan was looking strait at him! He turned and started to run.

"Hey! Kurt! Come back!" yelled Evan, racing across the road, closely followed by Scott and Kitty. Scott and Evan were now on the sidewalk on the other side, but Kitty was still running on the road when a car turned the corner-

And went strait through her. The driver turned around and stared at the girl still running across the road, then slammed on his brakes to avoid crashing into the car in front of him.

"Come back Kurt!" yelled Scott.

"Nein!" yelled Kurt. "Ich vill nicht come back! I can't come back!"

Scott tried to speed up. "Dude," yelled Evan. "I don't get this! Why can't you?"

"Zhere's somezhing-nien! It ist none of your business," yelled Kurt, not looking back. "Just go avay, alright?"

"Stop," whispered Kitty. "He needs to be alone."

"What?" yelled Scott and Evan together in amazement.

"You're his best friend! He's you're best friend! You're best friends! Why would you want to stop following him?"

"Well, because we're best friends, and I, like, know him and I know that he'll cool off. We can always come back tomorrow."

But that wasn't exactly Kitty's plan.

Dun dun dun… what is Kitty's plan? Why is she in danger? What was Kurt's memory? And will Kurt meet Peter Parker again? He has more relevance in the story than you may think… Next time! On Ask Me No Questions! (and I won't update if you don't review, so there.)