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"Ich-Behälter der Bote des Teufels. Die Ausgeburt des Boesen. Ich-Behälter ein Damon (1)."

-Kurt Wagner in X2

It hurt! It hurt everywhere. Tears ran down his face as something hot kept touching him. He wanted to get away! Why couldn't he teleport?! He coughed. Why was it so hot? He opened his eyes and saw.

Fire…

He tried to get up to run, but his hands were being held behind his back. He could smell burning hair and cloth as he lay on the ground. Smoke filled his lungs and his eyes glowed brightly in the orange blaze. He kept trying, but he just couldn't teleport. He yelled in pain as the fire lapped at his exposed arms and legs.

He moved his tail to try and loosen whatever it was that was holding him only to scream in pain again. He strained to turn only to see that the spade of his tail was nailed to the ground, causing a wave of nausea to wash over him.

He couldn't take it anymore, it was too hot. He could feel his strength leaving him and looked past the flames when he saw movement. He saw illuminated faces outside the ring of fire, some he knew, others he didn't. They were all yelling at him.

"Demon."

"Ungeheuer."

"Nein!" He wasn't. He was human! He looked into the crowd and his heart sunk when he saw the faces of Kitty, Scott, Evan and the rest of the X-Men yelling along with the crowd.

"Dämon!"

"Monster!"

No! Stop! Why couldn't he get lose! Someone! Anyone! Help!

The flames increased in size as the crowd outside the ring of fire got louder, filling his ears with the roar of voice and fire. He wanted to cover his ears, to not listen anymore. He struggled against his restraints.

"MONSTER!"

"DÄMON!"

"UNGEHEUER!"

"DEMON!"

Suddenly, there was a loud BAMF and a man stood before him. The man wore an odd outfit of armor-looking blue cloth. Plate-like bones covered his chest, left arm and shoulder. The skull of some tusked, horned creature covered his right shoulder and he wore a cape made of animal hide with coarse white fur. His white hair was cut in a tall box-style and he had a large, black goatee with a beard along his jaw line.

But what really caught Kurt's attention was the red fur that covered his body and the long spaded tail that moved behind him. His long, pointed ears had to be at least four inches long.

Kurt was suddenly very afraid. "Who…Who are you?" The man just stared at him for a moment with his glossy, black eyes, making Kurt feel very uncomfortable. Or, he would have if the fire hadn't been causing him so much pain. "Please, can you help me get out of here?"

"Kurt," said the man, his voice was deep and menacing, sending a chill down Kurt's burning spine, "I will release you from your pain if you will release me from my prison."

"What," Kurt coughed, "but you're not trapped. You teleported in, you can get out easily!"

"Will you release me, boy?!" yelled them man.

Kurt shrunk back involuntarily. "I…I don't know," he stammered. "What do I have to do?"

"Just allow me to release you from this pain and I will be free," said the man as he smiled reveling white, pointed teeth. The smile worried Kurt, and those fears were justified when he felt the man's thick tail touch his shoulder and begin to wrap around his neck.

Kurt realized what the man meant when he said he would 'release Kurt from his pain,' he was going to kill him. Kurt panicked, the tail was getting tighter. He couldn't breath! He saw his one opportunity for escape and did the only thing he could think of, biting down on the man's tail.

Scott ran down the hall as another flash of lightning lit up the institute, followed almost immediately by a loud clap of thunder. This was one of the worst storms that had hit Beyville in years, but it wasn't the storm that had him running in fear.

He had been sitting in his bed trying to sleep after what had happened today, but was thus far unsuccessful. After about two hours, a terrible scream caused him to jerk and fall out of his bed. He had never heard a noise like that before, like someone being tortured.

He was following the screams when he ran into Jean. "Scott, what is that?" she asked, fear surrounding every shaking word.

"I don't know," he said taking her hand. "Have you asked the professor?"

"No, I can't concentrate enough," she cried. "Scott, what if someone's hurt?"

"Then we need to find them. Come on."

Scott continued to run down the hall, now pulling a scared Jean Grey behind him as they followed the terrible noise. Doors continued to open on all sides as they passed. Scott told them to go back inside their rooms, but some, such as Kitty and Evan, would not listen and followed the pair to the noise's source.

They all stared as they saw light apilling into the hall through an open door from which the screams came. "KURT!" yelled Kitty as she rounded into the room. The others soon followed to find Mr. McCoy, the professor, Logan, Storm, and Rogue already in the room.

"Everyone, stay back," said Logan.

Scott looked and saw Kurt thrashing about on the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut in pain and his tail whipped about him, a definite danger to anyone who dared come close to him. Jean could see the muscles he used to teleport flexing and releasing, almost as if he were trying to teleport but was unable to.

"Nein!" he screamed, whipping his head from side to side. A thick layer of sweat had accumulated on his fur, making it appear darker than usual and giving it a matted appearance. His arms remained fairly still, clutched to his chest, but his legs kept moving like he was trying to escape something at the end of his bed. Tears were flowing down his face, mixing with the sweat. It was a very frightening thing to watch.

"Scott, what do we do?" asked Jean.

"Professor, shouldn't we wake him up?" yelled Scott so he could be heard over his friend.

"I'm trying, Scott," said the professor, his hands over his temples and his eyes shut tight in concentration. "No one can go near him when he is in this state so I must try to awaken him telepathically, but something is blocking me." His voice was strained and harsh, but there was a slight undertone of concern which worried the students.

"Help," cried Kurt weakly. Scott noticed Kurt's actions becoming more erratic and increasing in speed. That was when he noticed.

"Professor! He's not breathing." Scott ran toward his friend. It was obvious that Kurt was still alive, but it looked as if he was fighting for breath, like something was cutting off his air.

"Scott!" yelled the professor, fear evident in his face and voice. "Wait, don't touch him!"

But it was too late. Scott reached across Kurt's body and was about to begin shaking the boy to wake him from his nightmares when he lashed out.

Obviously still asleep, Kurt bit into Scott's arm with his sharp fangs, growling like a scared animal and tears still running down his pained face. Scott yelled in agony as he tried to pull his arm back, but Kurt would not let go. Rather, he grabbed onto the appendage with his hands and tail and dug his teeth in deeper.

"Kurt! Let go!" screamed Jean.

"Charles, do something!" yelled Ororo.

Scott could feel Kurt's fangs sinking deeper and deeper, causing a new flash of pain with each millimeter they progressed. Blood was now starting drip off of his arm and onto Kurt's bed as he yelled in agony and fought to free himself. "Professor, help!" he screamed.

The professor put his hands to his temples again. "I'm sorry, Kurt," he said before sending a psychic blast toward his student. Almost immediately, Kurt's grasp on Scott weakened, but Scott was too afraid to move. Storm went to his side and hesitantly reached to work on releasing Scott's arm.

"It's alright, Storm," said the professor messaging his temples. "I've momentarily rendered him unconscious. He won't hurt you."

Quickly, Storm opened Kurt's mouth and carefully removed Kurt's teeth from Scott's arm. She ripped off part of Kurt's blanket and immediately put pressure on Scott's wound as the bleeding had increased when the pressure from Kurt's teeth was gone.

"Why didn't you just do that in the first place, professor?" asked Evan. "You could have saved us a lot of trouble."

"Because, I did not want to hurt Kurt," he replied irritably. "That is why I told all of you to stay back. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Storm, could you try and wake him now, it should be safe now."

Jean took over for Storm and put pressure on Scott's arm which was now dripping blood onto the bedroom carpet. He was shaking from shock, unable to look anywhere but from his arm, to Kurt and back again.

Storm shook Kurt's shoulder, gently called his name, and he slowly opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched out his sore muscles. Why am I so stiff? he thought. He felt like he had just finished a marathon.

He looked around and saw everyone staring at him. "What are you all doing in my room?" he asked, rubbing his throbbing head. His eyes landed on Scott. "Dude, what happened to your arm?"

Everyone continued to stare at him, as if they were afraid to tell him something. Another yawn escaped his lips. Gros(1), I have some bad morning breath today, he though as a metallic taste filled his mouth. He felt something drip down his chin. Ah man, and I was drooling too. Wundebar(2)!

He reached up and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, but something red caught his eye. He looked down on his hand only to see a dark, crimson liquid contrasting his blue fur. He looked as his blanket and saw more of the liquid staining its cream surface.

Reality hit him like a ten ton bus. "No," he said quietly, jumping off his bed and turning to look at Scott again, "I didn't! Did I?"

"Kurt…," began the professor kindly as his student began to back himself into the corner of his room.

His eyes locked with each of his friends' eyes, each of them, along with Scott's face, showing a great amount of fear. The professor was the only exception, appearing worried for Kurt rather than afraid of him. "Nein, what have I done?" he said louder, sliding down the wall into a ball, placing his head in his hands, and wrapping his tail around his feet.

"Kurt, it was an accident…," the professor tried to continue.

"I really am a demon!" he screamed, his accent thick in its terrified state. "I can't stay here! I might hurt someone else!"

"Kurt, wait!" yelled the professor, but it was too late. An oddly weak bamf was heard and the smell of brimstone filled the room. When the smoke cleared, Kurt was gone.

There was a long silence before Scott broke the uncomfortable pause. "Professor," he said quietly, looking at the floor in shame, "I'm sorry."

"Scott," said the professor calmly, talking slowly so as to hold his composure, "this is why I told you to stay back. Nightcrawler can have some exceptionally terrible nightmares of which you have never seen. To him, they are real; most times distorted but sometimes true memories of his past. When these dreams occur it is hard for his mind to tell the difference between the dream and reality." He turned his back to the students and stared at the bed as if it would explain what happened to his student. "Scott's touch must have corresponded to something that occurred in the dream, making Kurt react the way he did." The professor was talking more to himself than to his students.

"Professor, what should we do?" asked Rogue.

"First, Scott needs to go to the medical wing and get that wound taken care of," said the professor. "If we didn't need everyone's help tonight, I would have him stay here due to his lack of ability to follow my instructions. Unfortunately, this situation could be direr than I thought. We need every available X-Man looking for Kurt. Now, get the others."

The students left the room as did Hank and Ororo until only the professor and Logan remained. "What did you mean that the situation could be worse than you thought, Chuck?"

"By the severity of Kurt's reactions, I would have to say that he has come into contact with the boy. All he needs now is for Kurt to cause a disturbance in which humans see him to find him. If he does, there may be very little we can do to help Kurt. We need to find the boy before he does."

Uh, oh! Watch out Kurt! If you want to see a picture of this mysterious man, just go to my webpage. I gots pictures!!

Translations

1- I am the messanger of the devil. The spawn of evil. I am a demon.

2- Gross

3-Wondrful