I do not own claim to any of the X-Men or their universe (just my girl Mimik) and I make no money from this. Enjoy!

A dark pine forest appeared around me, blocking out any possible light from the stars in the simulated night sky.

In the distance I could hear the strong current of a river and snow blanketing the forest floor is making all other noises muffled and scents harder to pick up on.

I just stand there for a moment taking in all the new scents and sensations.

The cold has never really bothered me; plenty of endurance training ensured that.

I slow my breathing and listen for anything, a distant breath, a rustle of pine needles, a snap of a twig…

Not that my foe would make noise like that unless it was on purpose.

I quietly begin to stalk through the trees, constantly scenting the air; trying to smell past the overpowering pine scent.

The snow is untouched, not giving me a single hint of what direction I should be searching in.

I shift back to my green form, allowing myself full concentration on my task.

A pile of snow dropping from a distant tree causes me to snap my head that way, and stop moving. After a moment of more silence I slowly make my way towards where I heard the sound.

The wind changes and I catch a faint trace of something odd. I walk into the wind, following that scent, until I hear a low growl.

I watch the darkness ahead of me and crouch into a defensive stance as I see the eyes gleaming back at me.

I growl warningly and wait for the eyes to blink or move.

The eyes disappear and I hear a very faint crunch of snow going around to my left, circling me. I stay ready for an attack as I follow the footsteps.

Suddenly a snarl rips through the silence and I drop to the ground as something flies over me. I jump up and watch as the body falls into the snow, powder flying everywhere.

I grin and wait for him to get up and dust himself off. He turns and glares at me, claws at the ready.

No exchange of words, just body language and growls.

I grin mockingly at him and flick my tail, waiting for another reckless charge. He snarls again then drops to all fours, running into the trees.

I follow the sound of him running; watch the snow for the imprint of his clawed hands and boots. As I run after him I shift my skeleton ever so slightly in order to keep up with him. I drop and begin running on all fours like him, like an animal.

I skid to a halt as the sounds stop and the snow becomes bare. I crouch on the balls of my feet, looking up into the trees; searching for any sign of him.

I howl in pain as his claws sink into my back and his weight forcing me to fall on my face.

He digs his claws in as I try to flip over and get at his throat. He chuckles and pulls one set of claws out, wrapping that hand around my throat, letting the claws draw blood there as well. He starts to dig the claws into my back deeper, going for a grip on the spine, causing me to scream.

In a quick attempt to get him off of me I shift my tail into a blade, whipping it at his face. I catch his eye and he howls and puts his hands up to protect his face.

I quickly scrabble out from underneath of him and twist, sitting up and ramming my claws, up into his chest. He snarls and rips his claws down both my arms, trying to remove my blades from his chest as his eye and face are pouring blood.

Getting my feet underneath me, I push forward, forcing him to the ground with me kneeling on his stomach. I grin as I twist the blades a little bit, pulling a yell from him as his hot blood steams in the freezing air.

I pull out on hand and raise it to slam it into his face and end the simulation.

As I do I suddenly see Wraiths grinning face in place of the fake Sabertooth's. I hesitate and then snarl viciously, and then instead rip my claws up his stomach, his intestines and other innards spill onto the snow, soaking my pants with blood. I swipe another blade deeply across his throat, causing him to choke and gurgle helplessly.

I retract the claws on my right hand and begin to hit in the face with my fist, creating even more damage than a normal person due to my strength and adamantium bones. I just kept punching until the trees and snow faded and then even after Sabertooth's corpse disappeared, I left a deep indent in the steel floor.

I eventually stop and just sit there panting, staring at the dent, where his face used to be. I shakily get up and look at my hands, completely clean of blood and gore and my back just has fading ache where the hole used to be.

I take a deep breath to calm myself before smiling. That felt amazingly good.

I glance up at the observation room and see someone behind the glass. Growling quietly, I teleport up there. I frown as I end up in front of Nightcrawler, who looks scared at my sudden appearance.

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"How long have you been watching?"

He glances down at the floor and then back at me, "Not too long."

"How long?"

I remain deathly calm as the smell of fear rolls of him in stinking waves. He shifts nervously and says, "I've only been in here since Sabertooth had you pinned…"

He watched me the entire time I was pounding his face into a pulp.

"I guess now that you've seen that I'll have to kill you too."

His eyes go wide and his jaw drops, "What? But- why?"

I keep glaring at him with a deathly serious face and he begins to back up. I crack and begin laughing at him.

He stops and looks at me scared and confused.

I sit down at a computer chair still laughing, "Did- Did you really think I was gunna kill you for that? Hell I don't give shit if you saw me venting or not. Do I look like I would really give a fuck if you saw that?"

He relaxes a bit, "I'm sorry fraulien. It was just a very graphic display."

I shrug, "He wasn't real and I've done much worse to living people."

I grin at him maliciously and he looks at me debating on whether or not I was kidding.

"I just needed to get that out of my system. I'm not used to going so long without a mission and I have a lot of pent up aggression when it comes to my dear uncle."

He chuckles nervously, "I guess that is understandable, as long as you don't plan on doing that to any of us."

"Just don't give me a reason to and you'll be peachy."

My stomach grumbles and I sigh. I quickly turn off the danger room and reinstate all the safety protocols, before locking the system again. I turn back to him and spy him fiddling with the image inducer on his wrist. "Do you wanna go get some dinner, Kurt?"

He raises an eyebrow at that question, "I thought you didn't like the mess hall? And why did you call me Kurt? You never use my real name."

"I wasn't talking about the dining hall and I dunno. I normally tend to call people by their code name or real name if they don't have one. I just trust you a little more than the others I guess. It's the same with Logan, I trust him, and so I allow myself to be a little more informal with him. If you don't like me calling you Kurt I'll keep calling you Nightcrawler. I don't care."

He holds out his hands, like he was stopping me, "No, no, no! Please call me Kurt. I like the fact that you trust me."

I raise an eyebrow as I see him blush a darker blue. What's that about? I shrug, "Whatever. So are you hungry or not?"

He nods, "It's almost seven, I've been waiting for you to… finish."

I frown, "Seven? I left Forge's at like four."

Kurt nods, "You've been- venting… for the past hour."

Wow… time flies when you having fun I guess. I smirk at that and stand up. "How bout we give that thing a test run and see how it holds up, in a real world situation?"

He looks at the watch-like device and then nods, "Sure, but where would we go? I don't think you'd like the mall, it's way too crowded."

"How about that place that sells hamburgers that you mentioned."

He grins and nods, "I love that place! You should try the Triple B Burger, it's amazing."

He fiddles with the buttons a moment and becomes that first hologram I showed him. "You like that one huh?"

He nods, blushing again, this time reddish on his now white skin, "Forge told me you helped design this one for me."

I shrug, "I'm glad you like it, I figured you'd want something that was close to your actual appearance. Just like how I like this form." I shift into my brown-haired, green-eyed, Caucasian, tailless form.

"I'm gunna have to change first, then I'm gunna sneak into Logan's room and borrow a little bit of money."

Kurt frowns, "You don't have to steal any money from Logan. The Professor provides us all with an allowance, I can pay for it."

"How did you get all that set up before I did?"

Kurt shrugs, "Well I have been conscious longer, and I agreed to finish my schooling here. I was home schooled in Germany, but I am at the senior level here, so it all works out."

"I don't need schooling, I was taught high college level work; history, math, science, computer programming, weaponry, military strategy, espionage, and assassination." Kurt bites his lower lip, "I don't think those last things are normal college courses…"

"Probably not."

I point towards the elevator door, "Shall we?"

He nods and we take the elevator back to the hall and then head up to my room, which I finally have the key for. I change into a green t-shirt with a Celtic design on it as well as a dark purple zip-up hooded sweater that Kitty provided for me. It's almost November and in New York that means that people begin to dress warmly. I don't want to draw attention to myself by walking in with just a t-shirt on.

I walk out of the room and smile as I see Kurt in his dark brown trench coat. "You know you don't need that anymore right?"

He grins sheepishly, "It's the only coat I have…"

I chuckle at him and he fixes it a little bit, "You can't see my tail right?"

I look him over and shake my head, "Nope you're good."

He sighs, happily and says, "Let's go."

At the front doors we run into one of Kurt's neighbors who rooms with Iceman. He's that Asian kid with the headphones; he looks me over and then asks Kurt, "Hey, Elf-boy, who's your friend?"

"My name is Kim."

He frowns and then he looks like he remembers me, pointing his finger at me, "Oh! You're that chick that got toasted at the gate. Cyclops says you're a psycho. Man what did you do to get on that prick's bad side?"

I'm taken aback by his bluntness, but then I grin at him and say, "I helped save his life and I killed a few people."

He nods, "No shit, wow. Hey you're on our side now, so I guess that's a good thing right?"

I flash him a metallic smile, before making them look normal again, "You definitely don't want to be my opponent."

Kurt nods knowingly, probably recalling the danger room or maybe the death of Wraith. He holds out a hand and says, "Well they call me DJ around here, nice to meet you."

I shake his hand, hiding my surprise at his bold friendliness. Kurt shifts a little, "Well we're about to go get some dinner, so we'll see you around."

DJ nods, "Where you going?"

"Big Bob's."

DJ punched Kurt in the shoulder playfully, "Man, why didn't you tell me you were going? I would've waited on dinner for that!"

Kurt grins, "Well it was a last minute decision, really."

DJ looks at me then Kurt and then grins, "Well have fun. See you guys later."

He walks away, pulling off his thick yellow and black hooded sweater. We walk outside and I breathe in the cool air and smirk at Kurt who's already shivering. I glance down the driveway to the gate, grimacing at the recollection of the last time I saw that thing.

"So how are we getting into town exactly?"

Kurt frowns, "I don't know…We can't bamf and normally I ride with one of the other students with a car and license…"

I glance over at the garage. "I know!" I grab his arm and pull him towards the garage. Luckily the door was unlocked and so I sneak in, a smile appearing on my face as I look over all the cars, ATVs and motorcycles.

Kurt hesitantly follows me in and whispers, "I don't think stealing a car would be the smartest thing…"

I shrug, "Who's going to stop us? None of the other X-men are here and anyways I'm not stealing, I'm borrowing."

I walk over to the bike I saw Logan with when he was planning on just up and leaving. My hands are itching to rev the engine and listen to it roar. I kneel down and look at the modifications that Logan added and Kurt shuffles nervously. "Kim, I really don't think we should borrow that one. I've seen the way Herr Logan treats that one… I don't know about you, but if he ever found I even touched it he would hang me up by my tail and use me as a piñata."

I look up at him, "Don't worry, if I were ever going to borrow this one, I don't think I'd be planning on coming back."

I stand back up and look around finally spotting a good candidate. "How about this one?"

I walk over to a larger, more common Harley that smells only faintly like Logan. It's large enough to fit both Kurt and I with no problem and it doesn't seem like one Logan would kill us for borrowing.

Kurt shrugs, "Can you drive a motorcycle?"

"Would I suggest it if I couldn't drive it?"

He looks as if he's thinking about it and then shrugs, "If you're sure…"

"Sure, I mean I don't have a license or anything but-"

"What? You're going to ride that thing around town without a license?"

"Well it's not like I can just go out get ID, I technically don't exist."

I look around the room for where they store all the keys. Spotting a lock box on the wall I walk over to it as Kurt continues to stammer.

"Look I'm confident enough in my driving to tell you that we won't get caught."

I begin picking the lock when I hear my stomach growl. I roll my eyes and continue working at the lock until it pops. I've been spoiled since I got out of the facility; it's a nice feeling not being half starved all the time.

I grab the key labeled for the Harley and turn, smiling and show Kurt the keys. "Alright let's go."

He smiles nervously and I press the button on the keys for the garage door opener.

"You go stand out there and I'll wheel it out."

He teleports and I move the bike out of the garage, closing it behind me. I hop on and turn to look at him, grinning. He makes an audible gulping sound and I pat the seat behind me.

"Don't tell me the 'Incredible Nightcrawler' is scared?"

He frowns and then hops on the seat behind me. "What am I supposed to hold on to?"

"Hold on to me if you need to." I can see his hands hovering over my waist and I roll my eyes. What is with this guy? I rev the engine to life, causing him to jump and grab ahold of me.

I smirk and grip the handles, "Does the gate open automatically?"

From behind me he says, "There should be a button near the ignition, or at least that's where it is on Cyclops' motorcycle."

Thankfully it's there and I look at him over my shoulder and say, "Better hold on."

I press the button and quickly accelerate, moving down the driveway so fast I almost didn't give the gate enough time to open. Kurt squeezed a little tighter and I could hear him praying in German.

I laugh and ride out of the institutes gates, heading for the town in the distance.