Investigation Part 1

Shatina was in awe as she heard this patient's story, she had moved from her spot on Kurt's shoulder to the chair next to the leaf hammock. She could feel so much dread from Kurt that that it seemed like an internal battle to not shed an tear. But questions appeared in her feathered head about the outside world she still could not comprehend. CJ had explained to something's but even she was unsure about the outside world's unusual customs.

However, now that this outsider was here perhaps this new creature could explain things that her friend could not. With a small sigh from the blue colored creature, "And that's why I'm here in the first place."

"You mean you came here for a human mutant like yourself", asked Shatina, this was a good start to an actual conversation. Kurt nodded then leaned against the wall of the hut and ran his three fingered hand through his dark blue hair. "May I ask you how you came to follow CJ in the forest? CJ never spoke of it." Kurt chuckled a bit then looked at the bird with a smile on his furry face.

"Well, I don't know if you want to hear it. I mean", started to explain the demon looking human mutant. Then, Kurt saw that Shatina was still confused and he wanted some answers of his own but it looked like he would have to answer question himself. "How about ve make a deal", started Kurt as stared Shatina straight in the eye.

"What is that Kurt", asked the exotically colored bird, as though excited to hear such a proposal. She fluttered her wings in excitement and her eyes glitter glittered in curiosity.

"You tell me everzing you know about CJ", it seemed like a fair trade of information, Kurt told her about himself and Shatina told him about his mysterious healer. Suddenly the assistant's features started to dull and calmed herself; if she was human she would have probably bit her lower lip. Shatina's eyes looked worried and she detour her head away from the blue demon looking male in front of her.

"CJ would not like that", she muttered. "I can tell you what CJ is like and how we met, but that is all", she explained sadly.

"Vhy", asked Kurt in curiosity of the subject. There was a kind of silence between them that Kurt felt needed to end.

"CJ is a person of privacy and CJ hates your kind."

"Human Mutants?" the blue demon looking boy spoke as if bored with the subject of mutant haters.

"No, just Outsiders, period", Shatina answered back. Kurt raised his brow to the bird as if she had gone crazy. "She has a bad past with both kinds of outsiders." Kurt simply nodded in understanding.

"Can you at least tell me ze answers to mein questions", Shatina answered yes to his question, even though he sounded more like he was demanding than asking. "Does CJ go by another name", asked Kurt. Shatina nodded still not looking at Kurt.

"Chrys", she answered.

"Chris", Kurt repeated thinking his captor was male and thought his name was Christopher, "Vell, how I got you already know. How about before I got here? Zat vould be a good place to start, ja?" Shatina nodded and perched on the chair once more. "After, I heard ze creeking noises…"

Kurt's POV Flashback

I looked around the plane's cargo bay, still having my image inducer on, and my eyes then looked up to the ceiling. I quickly turn the alarm on the communicators and turn off the cloaking device. I could hear the others and whatever was on roof had jumped off and running, I couldn't see it clearly but there were more pressing matters to attend to. I opened the cargo hatch and ran out and found the guys ready to attack whatever was the disruption.

I looked all over the place for the figure I saw, but to no avail. I bamfed to the roof to see what had happened to it. My eyes widened in shook, there was a message on top of the air craft, getting the scent off of it like a blood hound. The scent was interesting; it smelt of oak trees and roses, a rather musky and strong scent yet a feminine and light one at the same time. It was scratched something sharp and the person was in a hurry.

If you know what is good for you, you will leave.

Napaeae

I tried to smell the air around me to find the same scent. 'Found you', the scent was above me and I looked up in the direction of the scent to find a black glimpse disappear. I bamfed to the branch on the other side of the tree, I continued to smell the scent, I just couldn't get enough of it. This smell was a big difference from Amanda's, before Quicksilver, she reeked of heavy perfume and chocolate, it was a very materialistic scent.

This one was as natural as Amanda's was artificial.

I was broken out of my trance by my telepathic friend, "Kurt, come on. We better head into town; we need a place to stay, food and supplies." I looked back at the team then at a space beyond the tree trunk as though waiting for the owner of the scent to come out. I sighed when they didn't and teleported back to the X jet where the guys were waiting for me in casual wear. "What happened you were up there for quite a bit?" I waved my hand to her to say it was nothing and jumped in the back of the jeep.

The others just shrugged as Logan drove the jeep to the road just outside of town, I looked back behind us. There I saw a black cloaked figure but said nothing about it. I had the slight suspicion that we were going to see it again very soon. We got to the main road without being seen and the people there seemed to be happy and unafraid as we drove our way to the hotel. We rented rooms for the time we thought we would try to find our nymph mutant, which was about a week.

Jean and Scott were responsible enough to have their own room while me and Logan shared another. The hotel room was nice, the curtains and carpet were green like the leaves of the trees here. The furniture was made of cherry tree wood; there was a TV and laptop as well. However, the view of the forest was beautiful.

'Perhaps this was just what I needed', I thought as I smile for the first time in the two days away from the Institute. Logan proclaimed that he would be in the shower if I needed him. It was rather warm so I opened the window to cool off the heat of my fur.

I stared up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on my face. I took the laptop off the desk and I tried to get more information on this "Napaeae" chick. It said that Napaeaes were a shy and mirthful species of nymph. They lived in mountain valleys, glens and grottos. They were supposed to be lusty at times; that thought made a shiver go down my spine. They were supposed to be social creatures and would hang around the goddess of the hunt, Artemis. There wasn't much information about the species of nymph but it was enough.

Funny, this nymph must not have read the hand book on how to live, but then again neither did I when it came to demons. I looked at nearly all of the images of what they are supposed to look like, they look completely human and… um… naked. I slightly blush at that, and change the page then came to something interesting. I saw a sketch of what the nymphs might have looked.

They were all female, clothed with a lowing cloth skirt and either their hair covered their breasts or they were wearing lowing cloth bra. One was in the water her hair was as blue as the lake she was in, her skin was a darker shade of blue. Her eyes were purple like sparkling amethysts in the sun. Another was on the floor picking flowers, her skin was of human being, dark tan, but her hair was made of dark pink petals and her eyes were of jet gems. The last one was lying on a tree branch, her eyes were closed with a content smile gracing her forest green complexion. Her hair was short, made of only leaves attached to her scalp.

I thought may be one of those girls would look more like what everyone else saw in these parts. Closing the laptop with knowledge that filled my head, I laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling. My mind was racing with that figure I saw early a strange cloaked figure and the message it sent. Was it a threat of territorial properties or was it warning? Why would it want them out of here this place seemed to be so tranquil and happy?

Over the next three or four days we went around the small village like town searching for information. Whether it was on a child that was born as recently as seventeen or fifteen years ago or about the nymph, we asked. We once met up with someone named Jory, whom was obsessed with the supernatural like vampire and such; he thought that he was some kind of hunter.

Soon we found ourselves one person who answered our question, an old woman, "Yes, actually Dr. and Mrs. Jones." She point across the street to pretty little cottage. "They had been expecting a child sixteen years ago but poor thing didn't survive after the birth. Or did she have an abortion? A mind like mine can't remember these days."

We gave her our thanks and started for the Jones house. It was painted red with white shutters and pretty little flowers in the garden in front of it. It looked like the rest of the town happy and at peace, yet there was something off about this house like a secret laid beneath it. Scott knocked on the pearl colored door and a tall man opened.

His eyes surprised me as they were two totally different colors. His left eye was green, like grass that still had its dew of the morn and the other was a golden hazel, like gold covered with the greenery of the forest. He wore a lab coat and had a doctor's normal instrument around his neck. His skin was dark showing he was African American. I just found it strange that he would have such eye color with his nationality. He flashed a white toothy smile at us and spoke, "Hello, I'm Dr. Jones."

"Hi, I'm Scott Summers. This is Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner and Logan, um, Cowl. We're here about your past child", the good doctor's smile faltered and motioned us to come in. We entered the quaint home and sat on the couch.

"Sarah we have guests", Dr. Jones shouted as we waited to be joined in the living room. I heard footsteps coming down the staircase, while Dr. Jones looked down at the floor with sad mix matched eyes.

A woman in her mid thirties perhaps came out of the hallway and into the living room. Her hair was red, like Jean's but her eyes were black like the nights here. Her skin was of a paler white than my image inducer showed, showing that she was either sick or she really needed to get out of the house. She wore a black shirt and light blue jeans. "Hello, I'm Sarah Jones." Her voice was filled with a fake sweetness like an artificial flavor of cherry for a candy.

"Um, before ve begin can I use your bazroom", I said as an excuse to look around the house.

"It's upstairs at your first right."

"Zanks", was my only reply before heading up the steps to the hallway and something was in front of the bathroom door, a white glow.

It floated around me like a curious butterfly and up through the ceiling where a door was placed. I looked side to side before teleporting through the door and into the attic. With the sight I had, I could see clearly in the dark as if it were lit. It looked like a tattered baby room. The bed if you could call it that was small and worn like it was a manger. On the dusty floor was a blanket over a pillow with small toys around it. All around the room were pots with long dead plants in them.

Why were these people trying to hide this? Why was it up here in the first place? I decided to teleport to the restroom and go downstairs to the living room. So I did, they seemed to be saying their thanks and comments before telling me it was time to go. I left with a nod walked with the others to our hotel room. Looking out the window, I saw the same figure as the one I saw when we first got here sitting on a branch that was well hidden from the world but me.

I bamfed out the window, to the tree outside my window and to possibly get a better look at the creature before me. The figure seemed startled by my presence, had it been any other person I wouldn't have cared. However, this was a mission I needed to know who this person was. I bamfed once more to the branch it was once at. It was running on the forest floor like it was scared of me or perhaps it didn't want to be seen, either way I followed.

I jumped to the ground in a gymnastic like manner landing on my feet, then sprinting towards it. All the while I was shouting to the person, "Hey! Vait! Stop! Come on man! I just vant to talk!" However it was not going to stop anytime soon and I was getting scratched all over on my chest, and my back where my tail was wrapped around my waist. Then in the blink of an eye, everything just went by so fast I couldn't keep track. There was pain in my ankle and a hand on my shoulder pushing me down on my back.

My vision was blurred, the last thing I saw was green, blue, and red.

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