Faith Talks
"Okay," Kurt looked at her as they left and switched back to English, "What happened?"
"Once you left," Antalya talked slowly racking her brain for answers, she was in more pain than she let on. "The men went out and a young farmer named Jeremiah Finch got me out and took a piece of glass out of my side. Then he called here and Storm came and got me."
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked seeing through her façade. She sighed and shook her head.
"My head is pounding, my side hurts, my powers are messed up, and people are chasing me." She angrily wiped a tear out of her eye, "I hate being a mutant."
"Don't say that, Antalya. "He gripped her shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes, "You were made this way for a reason. There is a higher purpose to this."
"How do you know?" She asked quietly and he fell silent.
"Antalya Dawn Silverfox," He began to scold but she raised a hand stopping him in his tracks. His bright yellow eyes glinted sadly.
"Kurt," she choked out tears flowing freely, "There isn't always a higher purpose. When a bear shits in the woods there is no higher purpose, a bear had to take a shit that's all. When an orphan is graced, as you say, with multiple mutations that fuck up her life completely there is no higher purpose! I can change the color of my eyes, great! Foot long diamond spikes shoot out of my hands, fantastic! Teleportation, cool! The only good thing is that I can't die! That's it! And that's not even good sometimes!"
"Sonne," He said quietly using the German word for sun in relation to her names that both mean break of day, "You must have faith. Or else you have nothing."
"Having nothing would be an upgrade from what I have now Wagner." She said wiping her eyes and going to the door. "I'm going to talk to Storm."
"Antalya!" He called but she was gone and he was alone.