A/N: Okay guys so this is an unedited version of the '6th Chapter' It was supposed to be the next chapter and was meant to be longer but I chose to skip this then I wandered off and burnt out on this story so here was what was supposed to be the '6th Chapter'. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah like I own Marvel, the X-Men, or anything like that.

Rating: K+

Chapter 6

Kurt could feel his chest tighten.
He began to panic.
The man laughed harder and the pain became worse.
Kurt let out a scream as the man pointed the gun at his head and fierd…..

Kurt Woke up with a jolt as a quick pain swept through his body.
He cried out in fear and shock.
His entire body was covered in sweat but he was unreasonably cold.
After he calmed himself, Kurt looked around to see that he was not even in his bed.
He was on all fours and attached to the ceiling.
Kurt quickly fell off the ceiling and onto the bed as the door quickly swung open.
He fell with a loud thud, and heard a voice call in out to him.
"Kurt? Kurt?!" He could hear Johan say as he ran towards the bed where Kurt was.
Kurt, being frightened grabbed his legs and pulled his knees into his chest.
Johan did not even need to ask what was wrong. After Kurt had been there for over five months he immediately knew that Kurt had had a nightmare.
It had happened many, many times before so he could tell by a look that this was what it was.
Johan slowly walked forward and sat on the bed, still keeping his gaze on Kurt.
Johan held out his arms and immediately Kurt snapped.
With a wale the boy jumped into the mans arms and started to cry hysterically.
Kurt was strong and mature but he was still a small boy.
Johan sat there and held him for what seemed like hours.
"Why God? Why?" Kurt cried as he sobbed into Johans robes.
Johan tried to stay strong for the boy but found that his humanness would not allow him.
He shed a few tears and clung to the boy even tighter.
"Oh my child." He said trying to hide the tears. "My boy."
Johan held onto Kurt as he cried until he was too exhausted to cry anymore.
His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was congested from all of the crying.
Johans rode was soaked with tears by the end of Kurts crying episode.
Johan helped Kurt back into bed and left only for a few minutes to retrieve some milk, bread, and a towel and water to clean off his face.
Kurt barley touched the bread and drank half of the milk.
He welcomed the cold towel on his head. It felt nice against his now burning hot skin.
Kurt was not the giddy, lighthearted child he was before his parents murder, and though brother Johan help him in his walk of faith, he was still plagued by that horrid night.
Kurt was small, and ragged looking. The features in his face where sunken in to make him look ill.
He always looked this way when he had these nightmares.
Kurt laided back on his pillow and looked at Johan sitting in the chair next to his bed.
He looked so sad and worried about the small child he had come to care to much about.
Johan did not care if Kurt looked different, he only cared about what was on the inside, and what he saw was a boy with the potential to change the world.
Johan smiled and took the boys hand.
"Do you want to talk about it Kurt?" Johan asked quitly.
Kurt sat and thought for a moment on whether or not he should tell Johan about his dreams.
He trusted Johan very much, and often looked up to him as a father figure.
There was no reason not to tell him but he felt to insecure about it all.
Telling Johan about it would make him vulnerable.
But he didn't care.
Kurt sat up and looked Johan in the eye as be began to tell him of his nightmare.

After Kurt had finished he wiped away the tears on his face that had appeared while he had been talking.

A/N: Yes this is supposed to be when he was eight before the skip in the previous chapter 6.