Chapter 4

The morning sunlight glared brightly onto Kurt's face as somebody ripped open the curtains, groaning and mumbling generic curses in both German and English he turned over and pulled the covers over his head.

"Wake up, Kurt!" Kitty's voice was bright and cheerful as she tugged on the duvet.

"Kitty?" Two golden eyes appeared, narrowed suspiciously. "Vas are you doing up so early on a Saturday?"

"It's a special day today; we're going to the circus."

Sighing, Kurt heaved himself up onto his elbows and looked at his best friend in confusion.

"The circus?"

"Uh huh."

"Why would we go to the circus?"

"Well, I thought since your birthday was spoiled we could, maybe, celebrate it again. So I got us tickets to the circus."

She shoved a brightly covered leaflet under his nose which read 'Jardine's Circus Extraordinaire'; something about the name seemed familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Danke, Kitty, I really appreciate it. But you still haven't told me why we have to be up so early."

"Professor Logan's called us for a Danger Room session."

"Mein Gott im Himmel, tell him I'm still sick."

Kurt flopped back down onto his pillow and closed his eyes trying to recall the dream he'd been having; Kitty smiled slightly and wrapped her hands around the long blue tail that was hanging over the side of the bed, getting a firm grip she gave the tail a sharp yank.

Kurt yelped loudly and leapt out of bed, he stood facing Kitty panting heavily, white-hot rage flowed through him obscuring his vision with a red mist; his tail lashed wildly and his teeth bared themselves in a ferocious sounding growl. Kitty shrank back in fear and confusion as the agile blue tail wrapped itself tightly around her wrist, squeezing so tightly that she gasped in pain.

It was the gasp of pain that made Kurt come to his senses; colour flooding his cheeks he released his grip and was mortified to see bruising already starting to show.

"Kitty...I…I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Kitty remained sat on the bed, he face was pale and she was trembling violently; he large brown eyes stared up a Kurt, hurt and confused.

"Kitty?! Bitte, say something. I'm sorry….bitte…please…Kitty?"

Tears began to roll silently down Kitty's face as she held he bruised arm close to her body and continued regarding Kurt with frightened eyes.

Unable to bear the overwhelming feeling of remorse and shame Kurt teleported away from the room, away from the awful sight of Kitty crying; he landed heavily on a stone floor and lay there too ashamed and confused to care where he was.

(Meanwhile)

Wolverine paced back and forth across the Danger Room floor; an unlit cigar was clamped between his teeth and his hands were thrust in the pockets of his jeans, his footsteps were the only sound as he continued to pace.

Where are they? What could be taking so long?

Trying not to quell the unfamiliar feeling of panic rising in his chest he resisted the urge to go looking for them; there was no reason they wouldn't come, after all he called Danger Room sessions all the time, why would they believe this was any different.

But as the minutes ticked on and the two young mutants didn't arrive he began to wonder if somehow they knew what he had been planning for them.

Unable to wait any longer Logan strode from the Danger Room to go and find Kurt himself.

Time was running out and it was now or never.

A/N:- Really sorry about the wait, hope you are still wanting to read this story. I promise there have been good reasons for the delays and I will try uber-hard to write much more frequently.

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