Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! I'm really sorry this took so long. Sadly, this will be the last chapter. I know this story was pretty short compared to some others but I've kind of lost my passion for it :( Sorry to rush the ending, but I really didn't want to leave you all hanging (I hate it when writers do that).
Guest: since this is AU (Alternate Universe) I've changed some things, such as Azazel being God of the Underworld. I haven't read the Nightcrawler comics (this is fanfiction from the cartoon) and all of my information is from Wiki or made up by me.
Everyone on board frantically held onto their seats as the jet was sent down to the water below. The water began to get closer and closer. Kurt shut his eyes and braced for impact. But suddenly, everything went still.
Kurt opened his eyes to find that the jet was no longer falling. He looked out the window next to him. Outside, all that could be seen were miles upon miles of reddish desert sand under a full moon.
"Where are we?" Kurt stood up slowly and started walking to the front of the jet, along with the Brotherhood.
"Australia," Azazel said, looking exhausted and slightly pale. "I managed to teleport us here but it's going to take much longer to complete the spell now."
"Let's get started then," Magneto said, heading for the door. "Lead the way Azazel."
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"They teleported away," Storm said, as she was lowered back into the jet.
"Then we should hurry," Professor Xavier replied, looking a bit worried. "They most likely went straight to Australia. We have about two hours left until arrival."
"Professor, can you like, tell us what's going on now?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah, what are they planning?" Evan added.
The Professor sighed and began to explain. He told them all about the Neyaphem stuck in another dimension and how Azazel recruited the Brotherhood and Magneto to help bring them back to control the human race. There were a few gasps around the room and Wolverine growled in frustration.
"I didn't explain earlier because I didn't want any worrying throughout the flight. But you must know how urgent the matter at hand is. If they succeed, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I can create some winds to help us move faster," Storm said, preparing to raise herself onto the platform once again.
"Don't worry, Professor," Scott assured. "We won't let them win."
The rest of the teens agreed, looking very determined.
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After walking for about half an hour, the Brotherhood and co started to slow, staring at something up ahead. Azazel had been leading the way the whole time, trusting his instincts to try and find the gap in dimensions, and they were finally coming upon it.
Up ahead, there appeared to be a jagged cut in the air. It was glowing slightly red in the dark and went from the ground to about ten feet up. The cut looked exactly like a red lightning bolt touching the ground; only it wasn't disappearing.
"There it is," Azazel said, grinning.
"So exactly how long will this 'spell' take to complete?" Mystique asked Azazel.
"Well, since those X-men just had to get involved . . . about three hours or so." He replied.
"Great," Mystique rolled her eyes. "Let's get on with it then."
"We'll keep an eye out for the Xavier freaks." Magneto said motioning for the Brotherhood to follow him a few paces away. "They're bound to show up."
Azazel nodded and then turned to Kurt and Mystique. "I won't need either of you two to help until the very end, so just stay put."
"Whatever," Mystique said, already walking away.
Kurt sighed and walked in the other direction, away from everyone. He sat down and looked up at the moon. What was he supposed to do? He knew he couldn't allow this to happen, but how could he stop it? Kurt started going over everything his father had told him about the other dimension. The more he thought about, he realized there was one thing he could do . . . but could he really—
Kurt was jolted out of his thoughts when there was a loud shout coming from the direction his father and the crack in dimensions was. He snapped his head around to find Azazel holding up his arms and chanting something in a foreign language very loudly. He stopped chanting long enough to stoop down and pick up some dirt to throw on the "lightning bolt." When he began chanting again, it was under his breath.
Kurt glanced over at his mother, who rolled her eyes once more at the scene, and then began walking towards Kurt.
"Your father can be a real idiot sometimes." She smirked.
"How?" Kurt asked.
"The fact that he thinks this will actually work is ridiculous." Mystique replied. "I don't see how it can be this easy to travel between dimensions."
"He explained all of it to me," Kurt replied. "And it really is this easy."
"Well, for all of our sakes, I hope it isn't . . ."
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Two hours later, Kurt heard his father call him. He looked over to find that Azazel had started a small fire and was dancing around it, chanting again.
"What did I tell you?" Mystique frowned. "He's an idiot."
They both walked over and Azazel stopped dancing long enough to pull out a knife and cut Mystiques hand. He quickly held it over the flames, letting blood drip down.
"All part of the ritual," He explained, dancing once more until he came back around, doing the same to Kurt's hand. As soon as the blood fell onto the flames, the fire abruptly went out.
"It's working," Azazel stopped dancing and grinned. "Finally, the Neyaphem can rule this land once more."
Suddenly, the red "lightning bolt" made a loud cracking noise and began to grow taller, reaching up to twenty feet.
Mystique quietly gasped and then covered it with a cough. Kurt began to grow nervous; he had been hoping his mother was right and maybe this wouldn't work and things could just go back to normal. But he was certain now that wasn't going to happen, and he knew what he would have to do. He sighed sadly, wishing he didn't have to.
Suddenly, there was some commotion coming from the direction of the Brotherhood. The X-men had arrived, and the fight was just beginning. Kurt saw the one he recalled as Jean holding out her hand, sending Blob tumbling to the ground. The one called Scott was trying to zap Pietro with his red beams, while the latter was running circles around a kid that was throwing spikes everywhere. Toad was attempting to wrap his tongue around one girl, who just phased through it. A girl with white bangs was reaching to grab Lance who kept causing the ground to shake, throwing her off balance. Wolverine, Storm, and the Professor were just making their way out of the jet, which was about a quarter of a mile away. And Magneto, not having anything metal to throw around and wearing his helmet, was a few paces away, staring down the approaching Professor.
"We better hurry," Azazel said. "Mystique, go help them, I only need Kurt for this last part."
Mystique looked a bit reluctant but she ran off to join the fight.
"Kurt," Azazel said, looking his son in the eyes. "This last part is very important. All you need to do is repeat what I say exactly and the Neyaphem can finally join us."
Kurt nodded, his hopes rising. Maybe he could just mispronounce something the wrong way, claiming it to be a mistake. Then he wouldn't have to-
"If you don't get it right, we have to do all of this again tomorrow, so listen carefully."
Kurt felt the dread wash over him once more. This was inevitable; his father was going to do this no matter what. The only way to potentially stop it was to do the very thing Kurt didn't want to do. But there were no other options. He didn't even acknowledge that he could simply talk to his father because there was no way that would ever work. Kurt had never seen him look so excited before.
Kurt listened as his father told him the same chant in a foreign language. Having no clue what it meant, Kurt repeated, trying to get it right.
They did this with a few other phrases and then there was another extremely loud cracking noise as the link between dimensions finally opened a tiny bit. But a tiny bit was all Kurt needed.
The fight behind them stopped as everyone turned to look at the "lightning bolt." Someone shouted in despair at the same time another yelled triumphantly.
Kurt knew he would need to act quickly. He turned to his father and said a quick, "I'm sorry."
Azazel didn't even notice, he was too busy staring at the other dimension with a huge grin and a gleam in his eyes. Kurt gave his father a hard push. Azazel was caught so off guard, he didn't realize what was happening until he was through the portal and in the other dimension. Before he could fall all of the way, he managed to hold onto the bottom part, where the ground cut off. The dreamy look was instantly replaced with confusion.
"What have you done?" He roared at Kurt.
"I'm sorry," Was all Kurt could say.
His father began to pull himself up quickly and then roared with rage as the portal instantly began closing from the top. The last thing Kurt saw of his father was his red fingers, gripping the ground, before the portal shut all the way.
Kurt slowly turned around, dreading what was going to happen when he faced everyone.
Everyone looked extremely surprised, some happy and others very very angry. Magneto was definitely angry. It took him only a moment to recover before he stormed up to Kurt.
"What did you do?" He shouted. "Everything was complete!" He made to hit Kurt, but the latter held up his hands and stepped back.
"I had to do it! Things never would've worked with the Neyaphem running around and there was no stopping Azazel, not unless we were to send him back. The only reason it was cracking in the first place was because he managed to get back to Earth! With him, in the other dimension, the Cheyarafims' hold would become stronger—"
"Things would've worked out perfectly—" Magneto started.
"No, they wouldn't have." Kurt interrupted, surprising himself. "The Neyaphem would have enslaved us too, it would've been too chaotic!"
Magneto roared with rage and glared at Kurt. "Don't think I'll forget about this. Mystique, boys, come with me. We have no business being here."
Mystique looked helplessly at her son and Kurt knew she wouldn't stand up for him. She was too loyal to Magneto. Kurt looked down at the ground as the Brotherhood went trudging away, heading back for their jet.
When they were all gone, he glanced back up to find the X-men still staring at him in shock. He sighed and turned around to walk away to who knows where when the Professor wheeled his chair forward.
"Wait, Kurt, was it?" He said.
"Yeah," Kurt said turning back around. "How do you know my name?"
"I read your mind, and I can see you aren't like your family."
Kurt shrugged. "I guess not . . . after that."
"Right," The Professor said. "Would you like to join us, then?"
"You mean . . . the X-men?" Kurt asked in shock. "You'd really ask me to be a part of your team?"
"No, he wouldn't," Wolverine growled. "Charles, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that there's a mutant right here with nowhere else to go, and we do take in misunderstood people with special abilities, right Logan?"
"I guess we do," Logan said, still not looking convinced.
"I don't know," Kurt said, glancing at the rest of the X-men. "I don't know if I've got what it takes,"
"After what you just did, I think you do," Scott said, not looking so sure himself but still smiling.
The others recovered from there shock and gave Kurt hesitant smiles also.
"What do you say, Kurt?" The Professor asked, offering his hand. "Will you join the X-men?"
Dawn was just beginning to approach as Kurt glanced back at the spot where he had betrayed his father. He felt absolutely awful for doing it, but there really was no other choice. He couldn't allow his father to go through with his evil plan.
He looked back at the Professor, with his outstretched hand and then at the others who were looking wary, but that was understandable. The fact that they would let him join them after everything was all the evidence Kurt needed to know his decision.
He smiled and shook the Professors hand. "I accept."
The End
So, that's it! If any of you want to continue this story (since it was so short and it actually could go on) feel free to! :)
Hope you all enjoyed!