Here's chapter four, since I didn't specify this, this all happens the fall after apocalypse. I hope you enjoy. R&R! Kurt is saying The Lord's Prayer, or if you prefer, the Our Father. And Sierra's last name actually means Smith.

Chapter 4

It was near the end of the day now and Jimaine was standing looking out the window of the room she had been given. So much had happened, so much to consider and to take in.

After their game had been finished, all the students, and instructors, were called to the living room and informed of what was going on. There had been disbelief, shocked expressions, questions, and swearing. (The last of these was from Wolverine.) Finally someone asked the one question the professor had been waiting for.

"So what are we going to do now?"

the profeeor sighed, folded his hands, and aswered:

"For now, be prepared. Kurt, since it will be safer here, you are excused from going to school, if anyone asks, he simply has the flu. Beast, look for any records of a Stefan Szardos. And Jimaine, if you happen to think of anything else that could be relevant, come and tell me immediately." The professor looked around at all the worried and shocked faces of the students

"You all may go." He said and turned his wheelchair around and left.

Dinner was quiet; Kurt wasn't there, thus leaving lots of food left over since he practically ate a quarter of the food by himself. After dinner, Sierra, who still blamed herself for the whole mess, was sitting outside the living leaning against a wall and listening to some of the others talk. which others, she wasn't sure but she could still hear what they were saying anyway.

"It still seems so odd still, that all this stuff happened to Kurt."

"He should have told us."

"None of us would have believed that this sorta thing would happen to someone so happy and kind as Kurt."

"I wish there was more we could do to help. It doesn't feel right to just be sitting around waiting for something to happen."

Finally she couldn't listen to anymore. It all just made her feel more guilty. She stood up and headed for the stairs and went up them to try to find and ask Jimaine some questions since she got the feeling Kurt wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

She found the room, took a breath, and knocked on the big wooden door

"Come in." answered someone from within the room

She went in.

The room was plain, simply a bed, a side table with a lamp, a dresser, and a window overlooking the water. The dark lady who was Kurt's sister was facing away from Dreamer looking out that window. She turned around and looked at Sierra for a second before saying.

"Hello, and who might you be?" Jimaine asked

"S-S-Sierra Herrero. I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh yes, you're the illusion girl I heard about. Come, sit down." Said Jimaine gesturing at the bed. Sierra did sit down and Jimaine sat next to her.

"Since I assume you are here to ask things about Kurt I must tell you; if I didn't know what happened with the illusion I wouldn't tell you anything but you are the exception."

"Okay, I just want to know all that happened to Kurt as a kid. I have some inkling, some idea that there was more, but I don't know what." Said Sierra with a hint of frustration in her voice.

Jimaine smiled a sad smile and turned more to face the young teen. "Fine, I will start back as far as I can tell you;

" Kurt has always been lively, full of laughter, jokes and pranks. Being cooped up and not able to go far from the house must have been torture to him but he dealt with it well.

I was twelve when he showed up so I can't tell you much after he turned six by my mother and my stepfather's reckoning. But the time before that was amazing, I never thought of Kurt as different or freakish, he just was what he was. And besides, he was such a fun little child to have around. Always happy. Always wanting someone to do something with him. I loved him so much.

"Another thing I remember; after Kurt came into our lives Stefan got darker, strange. One time when I was fifteen and he was seventeen I worked up the nerve to ask him about it and he just laughed and said 'we have a demon living in our home Jimaine, how can you be so happy?' This just escalated into an argument that even after we quit yelling at each other, kept going and still is going.

"Even in that form of isolation, every now and again, someone saw Kurt, someone yelled about it, someone tried to hurt him and after all those small incidents Kurt, no matter how old he was always asked 'why do they hate me, why do they want so badly to hurt me?' Mother always gave kind answers to this, one you would give a child.

" Finally, one time when Stefan was there he listened to Kurt ask this, he lost it. Stefan yelled at him 'simple, because you're a freak! A monster! A demon! You're a threat to everyone around you and are going to ruin all of our lives!' Stefan stormed out, and good thing too, otherwise our stepfather might have kicked him out."

Jimaine sighed. "And that was when Kurt was eleven, and it defined his life from then onward until he came to the institute. The belief that he was all the things Stefan had called him. And when that mob tried to kill him-" Jimaine sighed and stopped speaking.

"So to Kurt, Stefan is everything he's afraid of? A person who not only thinks of him as a monster but wants to kill him as well?" Said Sierra looking up into Jimaine's big dark eyes.

"I am afraid so." Said Jimaine

"This is all my fault!" Dreamer burst into tears. "If I had better control over my powers then this wouldn't have happened!" She kept on crying.

Jimaine pulled the mutant girl into a hug and said soothingly:

"It isn't your fault. All of Kurt's past already was there and Stefan would still be looking for Kurt even if you hadn't been involved. Come now, it wasn't your fault, and besides, your trying to learn more so you can be part of the solution and that's good." Said Jimaine.

Sierra eventually did go back to her own room and after showering and changing into her pajamas she laid down on her bed and thought about the past few hours.

You know what? She thought I do want to be part of the solution. I'm going to do anything I can to help and I'll make a difference in this. She smiled, pulled up the covers, and fell asleep.

She wasn't the only one sleeping. In his own room, Kurt was dreaming, dreaming about his past.

He was five years old. And he was taking a walk with Jimaine in the woods. They went pretty far and came upon another cabin. A person came out of it, saw Kurt, and started yelling,

"What the hell is that?"

"That is my little brother so leave him alone." Snapped Jimaine. "Come on Kurt, let's go home." She took his hand and led him off. But he could still here yelling

"Little brother? That's no one's little brother! That's a monster!" The man shouted after them

"Ignore him Kurt, he's just a jerk." Said Jimaine grasping the little blue child's hand.

The scene changed again, he was only a year or two older now and was running away from some other boys, they were chasing him and throwing things at him. He got back to the clearing around his house all right and his father was standing there and saw the situation.

"Shouldn't you boys be getting home?" he asked, towering over the little children.

"But sir, we're demon hunters and we gotta catch that one." Said one of the boys pointing to Kurt.

Mr. Wagner put his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "There aren't any demons her. Go home." The boys ran off.

Again the scene changed.

"You're a freak! A monster! A demon! You're a threat to everyone around you!" Yelled Stefan at Kurt, now eleven years old.

Maybe I am just what he says I am. No one can tell me why I look like this and when anyone outside my own family sees me they try to hurt me. Thought Kurt.

Pain.

He had tried to save that little girl and had but now everyone thought that her injuries were his fault. He was beat up and bloody; he could hardly even fell some parts of his body. Others he could feel too well. They were dragging him toward a pier. They were going to burn him. Stefan was going to burn him. What had he ever done?

"Unser Vater in dem Himmel, dein Name werde geheiligt. dein Reich komme. dein Wille geschehe, auf Erden, wie im Himmel. Unser täglich Brot gib uns heute, und vergib unsunsere Schulden, wie wir unsern Schuldigern vergeben. Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung, sondern erlöse uns von dem Übel. Amen." Whispered Kurt through gritted teeth.

He wished this all would end, he wished he could get away, he wished.

He was suddenly falling. No longer being dragged along, but he was falling.

Someone caught him, and then threw him down to onto the hard road. Back to where he was before, dragged up onto a pile of wood, and tied to the stake at the center of it. The wood burned his raw back as much as any fire could.

Stefan approached holding a torch. Kurt wanted so badly to just ask him why, why he was doing all this, why he wanted him to die. What had he done? But he was into too much pain. And he didn't have the chance to anyway. Stefan hit him with the flaming part of the torch.

The pain was too much now, He screamed, and screamed.

It was now raining. The water both soothed and burned. No one was moving. Kurt couldn't understand why. No, one person was moving, a man in a wheelchair. He came as close to Kurt as he could and said in English.

"Please don't be frightened, my name is Charles Xavier and I wish to help you."

"I don't believe you, no one wishes to help me, no one."

He was back home lying in bed. Bandages covered most of his body and head. He heard voices. The voices of his parents, and someone else, Charles Xavier.

"So this school, it is only people like Kurt?"

"Yes, other mutants, though I will admit none of them will probably look like Kurt, they all will have abilities, powers if you will, that normal people won't understand, power that they must hide."

"But Kurt, are his looks all of his ability?"

"No, he will, or possibly already has, developed a power to go with them, when he is better perhaps then he will develop his powers, or maybe he already has but hasn't realized it."

The falling. I moved from one place to another in no time! That's what I can do! Thought Kurt. He was exhausted. So he…

Woke up.

It was morning, and his dream had ended.

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