(A/N: chapter seven!!! Maaan, the story's already close to half done already! Jeez loweez! But hey, there's some good news. I have officially planed a third story. Haven't named it yet, but I know for a fact this story will be a trilogy… Perhaps even a saga if I can get enough reviews. WOW long authors note. Sorry about the wait, yall, but I've been sick for the past three weeks.)

"You could have killed him you know." The voice whispered impassively at the back of his mind. "Would have been so easy. He's weaker than you, you know." Kurt was trapped in the shadows of a dark room. "I'm not listening…" He called out in an aggravated singsong voice. "But you are, Kurt. I know you are." Kurt wheeled around as a shuddering whisper of laughter echoed behind him. "Yes Kurt, I know your name. I know so much about you. Everything about you." The figure stepped into the light. Kurt's eyes widened as much as they possibly could. He was a perfect mirror image of Kurt, but with red fur, and two curled horns over his eyebrows. He stood up straight, standing easily a foot over Kurt. His face looked… older, less innocent. "V-vhas…?" A sneer slipped onto the other's face. "You know it's true Kurt. You've always wanted to meet your father!"


"NO!" Kurt screamed, shooting bolt upright in his bed. He wrapped his arms around his head with a sob and curled into a ball, his tail twitching erratically. He was dimly aware when Kitty phased through his door and pulled his head into her lap whispering softly in his ear. "Shh," She murmured, pulling his bangs behind his pointed ears. "It's ok, it was just a dream." Kurt slowly recovered. He looked up at her, gold eyes pale with fear. She frowned down at him.

"Are… you ok?" She asked him softly. Kurt shivered, whimpering softly. "M-Mein Vater ist ein Damon…" Kitty frowned a bit. What did that mean? "What?" She asked him softly. By this time the others had arrived at the door. "Kitty…" Scott said, voice full of concern. "What's wrong?" Kitty shook her head, instantly recognizing the brotherly worry in Scott's voice. "He just… had a nightmare, I think." She whispered worriedly. The professor wheeled into the room. "Kitty, is kurt alright? I felt a horrible wave of dark feeling radiate through the mansion." Jean was nodding tiredly from the doorway. Kitty looked up worriedly. "Professor… What does 'Mein Vater Ist Ein Damon mean?"

"My Vhazher is a Demon?" Kurt grumbled, taking a sip of warm milk. John was sitting across from him, Scott next to him, and Rogue next to John. "Vhat zhe hell does zhat even mean? Vhy couldn't my gibberish haf been somezhing cool, like 'Ride zhe Lightning'?" John snorted his milk into his nose, trying not to laugh. Rogue rolled her eyes exasperatedly, and Scott was trying to hide his laughter behind his napkin. "Shuga', you been listening to WAY too much Tenacious D." John coughed, spluttered, and rubbed furiously at his nose, and Rogue slapped him on the back, making his head jerk forwards and bounce off the table with a dull 'thunk'. Kurt burst out laughing, and Scott, unable to contain himself any longer, fell backwards out of his chair laughing hysterically. Rogue giggled. "Oh damn. Sorry john, ah just don' know my own strength anymore." She said. John picked his head up off the table with a groan. "No um… problem…" He rubbed his forehead. Kurt calmed down a bit. "Vhell, I'm going back to bed, guys. Sleep tight." He 'BAMF'ed and Scott stood up. "Yeah, I think I'll go to bed too." He walked off. Rogue stood up. "You ok if I leave ya alone?" John nodded. "Yeah. See you later Rogue." He waited untill she had left and looked at his hand. As much as he tried… The flow of power wouldn't come. "God damn it…" He whispered quietly, distraught at his own weakness. He put his head down on the table. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He murmured. The moonlight filtered through the window and made his skin turn a ghastly shade of white. Laura was suddenly at his shoulder. He jumped. "Jesus Christ, Laur, you scared the crap out of me." She sat down next to him and took his hand. "John…" A sudden thought occurred to him. "How… how long were you listening to me?" A cold feeling rushed through him. "Long enough John." She whispered. "Laura, I'm sorry I didn't tell you-" She shook her head, cutting him off. "John… was… is it my fault?" John opened his mouth. "Tell me the truth, John." He looked at the table. He'd been trying to avoid this situation. "I… Beast and I think it was from when you kicked me in the head." He admitted sullenly. Laura frowned. "John, I'm so sorry…" She whispered, reaching up and putting her hand to his cheek. "You know I didn't mean to hurt you." He nodded, closing his eye tiredly at her cool touch, reaching up and putting his hand over hers. "I don't blame you either. And you shouldn't blame yourself."

"It's been three days, professor. He's only getting worse. I'm worried about him." The redhead was chewing nervously on her fingers. The professor raised an eyebrow. "How is he getting worse exactly, Jean?" Jean looked at the wall. She hated talking about people behind their backs. Especially Kurt, who was such a kind person. "He's been having violent outbursts, avoiding people, talking to himself, even shouting to himself…" Her emotions were swirling wildly, uncontrollably. The professor initiated mental contact with her. ~Jean, please calm yourself.~ She took a few deep breaths. "Ok… ok, sorry professor. But… I'm worried. It's like he's turning into a completely different person." The professor's fingers laced together in a pose the students often saw him in when he was thinking. "Or someone is doing the changing. Jean, I have much to think about, I'll talk to Kurt later, ok?" Jean nodded with a worried smile. "Ok professor. See you later." She left the room so the Professor could think. Kurt was hanging from a chandelier reading when she walked into the kitchen. "Hi Kurt." She said, smiling brightly at him. Kurt grunted as his only indication he had heard. He seemed zoned out, unresposive. "Kurt, are you ok?" Kurt glared at her over his book. "I'm reading. Vhat do you vant?" He grumbled. Jean frowned. "Well fine, jeez. If you wanted to be left alone you could have said so." She turned and walked off. She heard Kurt growl something in return that she couldn't hear… and didn't want to. She walked out, arms crossed. Then, Kurt bamfed and was in front of her. "Actually, you know vhat? Let's go for a little valk." He grabbed her arm, and she was gone.

"Jean? JEAN!?" Scott called, looking around the improvised x-jet hangar. "Damn, where could she be?" John looked up from his hand, which he was scratching absently. "Hasn't this happened once before?" Scott grimaced, nodding. "The whole… Mastermind deal… yeah. He used her to get at the keys needed to free Apokalips." John frowned, his face darkening. "I think this may be worse than Apokalips. Look." He pointed at the far end of the hangar, where one of Jean's X-outfits was taped to the bay doors. Beneath it, burnt into the door, read 'follow the leader'. Scott's blood ran cold, and a pit formed in his stomach. "What the hell?" He murmured. The suit's arm was upraised, as if pointing down the hall. "This is not good at all…" He said quietly.

Kitty and Kurt walked silently down the hall beneath the mansion that lead to the improvised Cerebro room, which was just a big room in the sewers. "Like, who would do that to a costume?" She mumbled to herself. Kurt shrugged. "I don't know."

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Oh, for zhe love of-"

"Don't even start with me! I already told you needed some time to cool down!!"

Kurt frowned, gold eyes flashing with hurt. "A month isn't enough time for you!? I said I vhas sorry, to you AND to him! John forgives me, vhy can't you!?" Kitty whirled around, anger stirring inside her. "Because it wasn't you ! It was… something else, okay?!" Kurt sneered at her, eyes flashing red, the same evil smirk she had seen last night. "Kurt…?" She asked as he stepped into the shadows. "Kurt, you're scaring me." A whisper of laughter sounded behind her. "Kurt is gone, girlie. It's… something else."

Laura looked up with a start as the shriek rang out through the sewer. Thunder and lightning boomed overhead. Bobby and Rahne looked up, troubled looks on their faces. "Did you guys hear that?" Bobby asked. Rahne nodded. "I think it w's Kitty." Laura frowned, memories from that night in the sewer coming back to her. "And I think I know what the hell is going on. Follow me." She bounded off as another boom sounded from thunder above them.

"Jesus shit!" Scott jumped as another thunderous boom resounded through the sewers. John chuckled. "Heh. Scared of the storm Scott?" He pointed the fhashlight he had at the ceiling. The flashlight flickered and he stirred uneasily. "Scared of the dark, John?" Scott growled. John glared at him. For only having one eye, he was very menacing. They both looked up startled at the shrill scream that resounded softly through the sewers. They looked at each other. "Let's move." They sprinted off.

Kitty tripped and fell over a piece of plywood. "No, no, no nononono…" She scrambled to her feet and sprinted off. A 'BAMF' sounded and she dodged sideways. A swipe sounded, and an angry growl. "Hold still damnit." He snarled. "Get AWAY from me!" She phazed through a wall and ran into John, knocking him over. "Whumph!" Scott snickered. "John, oh thank god, John, get me the hell out of here!" She felt her heart pounding. "John, Kurt's gone crazy! I think he's the one who took-" There was a loud Bamf, and Kurt grabbed Kitty and dissappeared. "Son of a bitch!!" John swore, staggering back. "Shit! Scott, where's the flashlight!?"

"I dunno! You're the one who dropped it!!"

"Where the hell did he take Kitty!?"

"I DON'T KNOW JOHN!!" Another 'BAMF' sounded, and then a hard punch caught John in the chest. "Crap! Scott he's here with us!" His voice resounded hollowly down the tunnel. "Scott?" Silence. The only response was the thunder and lightning pounding down on the street over them. Then a loud 'SHUNK!' and a pair of claws came through the thin wall, scaring John so much he jumped. "Holy shit!" He was panting heavily, and when Laura cut through the wall he sighed relievedly. "John?" Laura said, looking around. "Where's Scott?" John took a shuddering breath to calm himself down. "It's Kurt. Kurt has them all."

(Woohoo! Chapter Seven complete. Sorry for the inconvenient lapse of time… I was SUPER sick!)