Hi people! This is the long-awaited next chapter, as I just got back from my vacation last night! Just so you know, After Im done this chapter I will be coming out with FOUR, count 'em, FOUR new fics!
Chapter 5:Out of Control
Kurt sat alone in the big cemetery, preparing the grave for his mother. His hot tears spilled onto the dry dirt. He had a bag beside him where the remains of his mother sat, waiting to be buried in the cold earth. He could still remember vividly when Rogue had smashed her to pieces. He was still upset as he dug through the ground with his hands.
The other X-Men were on some mission right then; he didn't care. He refused to go with them, refusing before they'd even told him what the mission was. He'd only wanted to bury Mystique. To him, that was top priority. The only thing that mattered. When he'd thought he'd dug a pretty sizeable hole, he carefully unwrapped the bag. He held Mystique's face close up to his, studying every single detail.Then it crossed his mind. Did the face looks different than from before it had been shattered? It didn't feel the same to him. He shrugged it off.
He sighed heavily, wiping the tears away.
"I never got to tell you, Mother, but...I love you. I love you vith all my heart, so very, very much." Kurt kissed the cold cheek, and hugged it close to his heart. He rested the stone into the grave, and just as he was about to unload the rest of the pieces, his ears twitched.
His ears weren't just for looks; they had a degree of heightened hearing. They swivelled around, trying desperately to figure out where the sound had come from. He searched around the immediate area with his eyes, although with the setting sun it was getting hard to see. Not a problem for Kurt, however, as he had a small degree of night vision that would kick in when it got too dark. He heard the sound again.
Footsteps. Definitely footsteps. But he couldn't tell where.
"Hello?" Kurt called out, looking faster around as he got more frightened and panicked. The footsteps got louder, then stopped. But Kurt still couldn't see anyone!
Who would come to ruin my funeral? Kurt asked quickly in his mind, still sitting, and searching with his eyes. Maybe Rogue had somehow found out about it. The Rogue who, when she did something terrible, no one cared. They all felt bad for her because she had such a troubled past. Kurt snorted mentally.
It wasn't like he didn't have a troubled past. Everyone felt bad for Rogue because she couldn't touch anyone. At least she could go in public without wearing a hologram. No one normal would want to touch Kurt.
But Kurt was letting his mind stray from reality. The footsteps had stopped. Kurt had some idea of where they were. Carefully, Kurt tiptoed over to a tree and crawled up it. He climbed over a branch, ever so quiet, and peeked over.
No one was there.
Kurt let out a sigh of relief. He looked down again. Nothing left but an odd, blue puddle. He squinted down at it until he heard a faint crack. He was puzzled; he didn't know what that sound could be. Maybe someone had broken a twig while walking over there. But no, he saw no one. Then he got his answer.
The branch he was sitting on made one more loud crack!as a final warning to Kurt, and broke off the tree under his weight. He hit the ground, his face landing in the blue puddle.
"ACH!" Kurt groaned as he pulled himself up, and kept his eyes closed as he wiped his face. But to his great surprise, none of the odd liquid in the puddle was on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and examined the puddle more carefully. It was as smooth as silk, and as deep blue as his fur. Around the top edge Kurt saw a hint of red. It was the strangest thing Kurt had ever seen. There was a bit of light blue around it too. He was completely dumbfounded, baffled, and confused.
He stared into it, and almost thought he saw his own reflection. But then, he realized it wasn't his face.
It was Mystique's.
He jumped backwards quickly, extremely startled by what he just saw. He shook his head. Was he going insane?
Mystique was dead. He'd seen her die.
He looked back over at the puddle. Instantly, it began to rise up and take the form of a person. Kurt ran backwards and up the tree, rather like a cat being chased by a dog. He watched as Mystique rose up and fell back down onto the ground.
Kurt could tell she was in terrible shape. Her face was in an expression of something he'd never thought he could ever see on her face: panic and fear. Her usually neat hair was completely disheveled. She had blue markings all over her. She looked up to Kurt in the tree. She saw his terrified expression.
"Mother? I-I-I thought you were dead! I saw you shatter!" Kurt managed to breathe. Mystique crawled slowly along the ground until she reached right under where Kurt sat; he had sat on a different, thicker, stronger branch this time, having learned his lesson.
"K-Kurt, help me. Kill me before I do it again. He has me." Mystique managed to sob.
"Do vhat?" Kurt asked. He jumped down and slowly crouched beside her and she cried tears. She stared into his face.
"Hurry. Save me before it takes control again. Before I lose control!" She pleaded. But Kurt had no idea what she was talking about.
"Vhat is wrong? Tell me!" Kurt shook her, trying to get her to tell him.
"A-Apocalypse...Death...Brotherhood...dead...me...help..." Mystique was sobbing noisily and heavily.
"Vhat!" Kurt couldn't believe it. Mystique had killed the Brotherhood? Apocalypse had her under his control? His head was spinning.
"K-Kurt! No matter what happens, make sure you and Rogue know that I love you both!" Mystique managed to gasp before collapsing. Kurt had to get her out of there. Maybe the Professor or Beast could save her. Apocalypse had stolen his mother, and he would not get away with it. He grabbed his unconscious mother and teleported back to the Mansion.
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Professor Xavier was amazed at the Brotherhood Boys' injuries. According to the team, Pietro had said something to do with Mystique and someone named "Death". Beast was working on them now. He had needed some extra help, so the Professor had called in his old friend Moira MacTaggert to help. She had even told him that those were some pretty bad wounds. Lance had burns, Todd had a mangled nose,Pietro had a broken arm and a couple of broken ribs, Wanda had a gash on the back of her head, a scrape on the side of her head, and hurt back, and Fred was in a slight coma, but Moira expected him to wake up in a few hours.
Xavier had scanned all of their minds, trying to get all the information he could. He gasped as he finished Wanda.
It had been Mystique. Or at least, it looked like Mystique. She was now calling herself Death. It expplained so much, yet so little... Xavier sat in the infirmary, alone other than the patients around him. The silence was disturbed as Kurt teleported in, holding Mystique in his arms.
"Kurt!" Professor Xavier said. He saw tears running down Kurt's face as he placed Mystique down.
"Professor, she needs to be contained." Kurt said plainly. And with that, he explained everything to the Professor.
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Well, how's that, guys? I know, it's a bit shorter than usual, but I was running out of time and developed some writing block DANG. But, I'm gonna take the pace slow, and do it at the right pace so as to prevent Writer's Block. Ill update soon, but please, REVIEW. I needed some Kurt/Mystique time in there. I just realized this is sort of going down Movie-Phoenix path! Weird...