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Rating: T

A/N: Aw you guys! Im loving the feed back! Let me know if there is anything you might want to see happen, or what your sure you don't want.
I know whats going to happen up to chapter…. 7ish?
But this chapter is mostly going to be dedicated to Kurts psyche, and the strong fatherly bond that is forming between Kurt and Brother Johan. Its cute yes!

Chapter 4

Heartfelt Prayers

Brother Johan had just closed the last book and blown out every candle except one. "Good night Kurt." Johan said turning his head and looking at the young boy crawling into bed.
"Good night Brother Johan." Kurt said as he laid his head on his pillow.
Johan stopped just as the door was about to close and peeked his head back in.
"Do not forget your prayers Kurt." He said reminding the small blue boy.
With a jolt the boy remembered and jumped out of bed.
Johan left to give Kurt some privacy in his prayer.
Kurt knelt beside his bed and brought his three fingered hand infront of his face and bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began his prayer.
"God," Kurt started out sheepishly. "I want to thank you. I want to thank you for just one thing.
Brother Johan. He has been so kind in teaching me and being loving ever since I arrived here six months ago. Brother Johan has showed me nothing but kindness and your love. Thanks you for Brother Johan." Kurt paused and took in a deep breath, "But there is another matter I would like to draw your attention too.
My nightmares. I keep having them. I wish they would stop. They are terrible and I think they are getting worse.
I can hear the voiced of the angry and scared villagers coming to get me.
I can feel the heat as they set my house on fire.
I can hear the words they said as they chased me through the streets.
I can hear my mother scream as that man held a gun to my head.
I can see the gun pointed at my parents.
I can hear the sound of a gun.
I can still feel their cold, lifeless bodies in my hand." Kurt paused as tears welled up in his eyes. "God, I know it is wrong to hate and want revenge but, I pray you send that man to hell." Kurt said without hesitation. "Not the entire village, just him. He led them to believe this. He was the one that killed my parents and almost killed me. I just want to see him pay." Kurt said angrily as he squeezed his hands together trying not to burst into either rage or tears. Or maybe both.
"Amen." Kurt ended and crawled into bed and blew out the light.

Johan moved quietly down the hall a little.
Even though most of this hall was abandoned is still had a few residences.
Johan lived two doors down from Kurt. There was no one in-between them but thought the separation was best.
Johan could hear he boys soft words as he walked away from the room, and heard them less and less until they were gone completely.
Johan opened the door to his room and lit a candle by his bed side.
He then proceeded to kneel beside his bed and close his eyes for his prayer.
"Dear Heavenly Father," He began. "I thank you for so much.
I thank you for the cloths I wear, the food I eat and the water I drink. I thank you for this monastery and all who dwell with in." He paused and smiled. "Especially Kurt." Johan continued.
"Thank you so much for putting this small boy into my life. I give so much thanks for him.
Kurt is so kind and giving. He is a wonderful boy but I fear for him.
Though he has good in him I also see much bad and darkness in him. I fear that he is starting to be consumed by hate and revenge." Johan's heart was breaking for the boy as he spoke. "I can only pray that you will save him from this darkness and show him your love and compassion. Amen." Johan finished and sat on the side of his bed. And with a sigh laid down to rest.

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. Im tiered but thought this was needed….
Im not sure if ill go into Kurts dreams…. Im on the fence but if youd like to push me one way or the other that please review ok.