I know it may be strange updating this early, right after the last chapter and all, but I needed to get these ideas down on paper before I lost them. Enjoy!
Trust Me
The day went by quickly for Kurt. One second he was leaving lunch, and the second, he was leaving the school. The bell rang excusing seventh period, and Kurt began to walk out of the school. Jason met up with him in the hall.
"Hey Kurt! How was your day?" Jason asked Kurt quickly.
"Fine, it vas better than expected. Only one awkward Mr. Johnson lecture, an encounter with Duncan, and the day vas done. Pretty standard day." Kurt told his friend.
"No weird looks or harassment?" Jason asked.
"Vell, there vill alvays be zat, but I have learned to ignore it. How vas your day?" Kurt asked.
"Well, it was uneventful. We…" Jason suddenly stopped.
"Jason?" Kurt looked worried at his friend.
They had stopped where the shooting took place. It was right here Kurt stopped that man a few days ago.
"Jason? Jason!" Kurt began to shout at his friend to get a response. Jason blinked.
"What? Oh, sorry." Jason said. He observed that he had drawn attention to himself.
"Are you all right?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, it's just, this is where it happened." Jason told Kurt.
The intersection between the two hallways was clear of any evidence that would cause one to think there had been a shooting. The only evidence that remained was the dent in one of the lockers Kurt caused when he pushed Jason out of the way. Even the bullet hole in the wall where the shooter missed had been repaired.
"I know, but don't try to think about zat. You're here, and vell. Don't over think it." Kurt told his friend.
"Yeah, alright." Jason said, looking down at the locker that was dented. "Did you, um, did you ever want anyone to see the real you?"
"Vell, it vas bound to happen eventually." Kurt told him.
"No, I mean, did you want it to happen that way?" Jason asked him.
After a second Kurt answered.
"No." Kurt sighed, "Back in Germany, growing up the way I vas, I vas very protected. I never went outside of my family plot. When my parents wanted to meet new people, zey vould have to leave me alone at home. I never knew anyone else except my parents. For a long time, that's the vay it vas. Anyway, all zis talking has made me hungry. Want to stop and grab a burger?" Kurt asked.
"Oh, sure." Jason replied.
"Great, come on." Kurt guided his friend to a dinner Kurt knew well.
They entered the dinner. The small of assorted spices and grilling onions filled the air. They took their seats at the counter. The server set down two menus, not really looking up.
"Hello my names Blake, how can I serve, Ah!" Blake suddenly yelped, noticing Kurt's full appearance. This caught the attention of several of the customers inside the dinner. A few chuckled; others stared at Kurt with a mix of curiosity or disgust.
"Hey, aren't you that one kid that saved the high school from that shooter a few days ago?" Blake asked.
"Yes, yes he is!" Jason said proudly.
"It vas really nothing." Kurt said, trying to get the attention off of him. Hard to do when your tail is whipping behind you. Secretly, Kurt loved this admiration. He never experienced anything like it.
"Nothing? Dude, my little brother goes to that school! You saved his life! You meals are on the house today!" Blake said.
"Zat's really not necessary." Kurt told him, but the waiter was determined.
"No, it is. So, what can I get you guys to drink?" Blake asked.
Suddenly, there was a voice from the back of the dinner.
"Hey! What happened to no shoes, no service?!" The voice said pointing at Kurt's feet.
Kurt looked at his feet. He did not need shoes. His feet were padded with thick skin under where he walked on his feet, similar to a dog, or a cat. Kurt then smiled.
"Vell, I vould vear shoes, but I promised my mother that I would never wear high heels." Kurt joked, referring to the unusual bend in his feet.
There were a few laughs from the crowd. Even the man who began this discussion laughed.
"Yeah, I suppose so." The man said, going back to his newspaper.
Kurt smiled to himself, yet another crisis averted.
"I'll have a chocolate malt." Kurt told Blake.
After their meal was finished, Kurt and Jason walked back out on the street. It was a quiet afternoon. There was some traffic, but not a lot of honking or angry shots to people. Jason and Kurt came to an intersection, where Jason had to turn, and Kurt had to go straight.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Kurt told Jason.
"Have a good night." Jason told him.
"I usually do." Kurt told Jason.
Kurt knew he could teleport to the mansion, and normally he would, but he felt free just walking the streets by himself in his normal form. There was the occasional stare. The shout of a slang term from someone driving by, but it was mostly calm.
Then Kurt looked up.
There was a fire. Fire trucks were speeding by Kurt. Kurt wanted to see if he could help. He teleported near the fire, on the opposite side of the street. It was an apartment building. Some of the first responders had gotten most of the people out of there.
"My daughter! She's still up there! Someone help her!" Someone yelled. It was a father. He was pointing at the top floor of the apartment. Kurt saw a young girl standing at the window. She looked 10 or 11. Kurt saw that the firefighters were never going to get to her before the building collapsed. Kurt took a deep breath, and teleported.
Kurt ended up in a fiery inferno. He looked for the young girl, she was standing by the window, yelling for help.
"Mom! Dad! Help me!" She cried. She then ran away from the window, ad some bits from the ceiling came crashing down right above her. She ended up near the middle of the room, not noticing Kurt's presence. Kurt walked towards her, it was only a few feet.
"Hello." Kurt greeted.
The girl looked up, and gasped at Kurt's appearance.
"Please, don't be frightened. I'm going to get you out of here. But I need you to take my hand." Kurt held out his three fingered hand. The girl hesitated, then grabbed onto it.
"Good, now, close your eyes, do not open them before I tell you." Kurt told her.
"Alright." The girl said shutting her eyes tightly.
Kurt could feel the floor start to give way. It was now or never.
The parents watched in horror as the building collapsed. The mother began to cry, the father was trying not to break down.
"Alright, open zem." A voice said behind them
The parents turned around.
"Mom! Dad!" The girl cried as she ran to her parents.
"Oh! Sweetheart!" The mother said. She hugged her daughter.
The father hugged them both.
Kurt smiled at this. This was all he needed to see. He was about to teleport.
"Wait." Kurt heard a voice say. It was the father's. "Thank you." The father then hugged Kurt. Kurt patted his back.
"You're velecome." Kurt said.
Then the mother came over, hesitated, then hugged Kurt.
"Vell, I should sell tickets." Kurt joked.
The mother laughed. She looked at Kurt. "Thank you. You're an angel."
"Heh, vell, I do my best." Kurt said.
The young girl came up to him. She was about one head shorter then Kurt, and she hugged him too.
"Thank you for saving me." She told him
"No problem. By the way, I never got your name." Kurt said.
"Elizabeth Braddock" She told him.
"What a beautiful name. I zink I'll call you, starke." Kurt told her.
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"Strong one." Kurt told her.
She smiled. After a brief exchange, Kurt departed. He would have quite the report for the professor.
So, Kurt once again saves the day! Will this be enough to turn the opinions of some of those anti-mutant people? You'll have to wait and see. Did you catch my guest star? Tell me who you think it is! First correct answer gets a shout out in the next chapter! Review, and tell me how I did! Constructive criticism is always welcome, as long as it's kind. See you guys soon!
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