Kurt walked through the park. It was getting late, but didn't feel like going home just yet. He found himself watching the people around him, judging them. He laughed at himself. Was food the only thing he could think about?

He went to a tree and climbed up, careful not to use his tail. He sat on one of the higher branches, and lay back, staring out at everyone in the park. From his high position, he saw over a hundred people, having fun. Kurt wondered how many of them were human who supported the prosecution against mutants. Probably a fair percent, he glowered.

Stupid humans…

Kurt shifted himself in the tree, looking out with less friendly eyes. Stupid Homo sapiens… The sun was practically gone and people were beginning to leave. Back to their perfect human homes. Kurt let the fire rise up inside him, making him angry. He looked down at his hand, resting on his thigh. The illusion of five fingers, the reality of three. The illusion of pale skin, the reality of blue fur.

He growled and angrily looked away from himself. He liked his real form. He had grown comfortable with how he looked, but the humans forced him to cover up his body. Forced him to change to their standards. In the beginning, he had been thankful for the inducer that let him walk around normally, but now he began to think 'Why should I look like them? I'm my own person, and if I'm blue and furry, they should suck it up and deal with it.' And if they weren't going to learn to accept mutants willingly…well, Kurt never said 'no' to extra food.

But then he had a thought. When he had shrunk Quicksilver, his power had stopped. How would he know a mutant from a human in a dark alley? He didn't want to eat another fellow mutant by mistake! But then he remembered that when he had shrunk Quicksilver, he had felt a slight yet odd tingle in his head. Had that been a signal of 'this is a mutant'? Kurt wanted to go home and try it, now knowing that the shrinking had no ill effects, but then realized he wasn't due home for another hour.

Well… Why not have a snack?

Kurt grinned widely to himself as he climbed down out of the tree and headed towards the alleys. Kurt got lucky and in the first dark alleyway he checked, found a young teen swaying on his feet as he chugged a beer. Kurt smiled and as he crept closer, turned off his hologram.

Tyler didn't know what hit him. One minute he was drinking the burning liquid happily then the next, he was on his back, soaking wet in beer and feeling sick to his stomach. Instinct took over and he vomited out all the alcohol he had ingested, further soaking himself, now with an even less-pleasant smelling liquid.

He moaned and rolled over to be on all fours, beer and puke dripping from his shirt. Tyler groaned again, one hand now rubbing his head. It felt like he'd been hit with a 'sober-stick' the size of a tree trunk. He didn't know hangovers came on so fast! Jacob had said he wouldn't regret drinking all that beer until tomorrow morning! Maybe he had had bad beer. Tyler struggled to his feet, missing the beer-buzz. He wasn't ready for reality yet! He didn't want to remember about his girlfriend of three years who had dumped for a guy with bigger pecs, didn't want to remember his boss firing him for something that wasn't even his fault, didn't want to remember about the massive rent he still owned his grouchy landlord.

Tyler shook his head, feeling the buzz leaving him. But then he suddenly became aware of a 'scritch-scritch' sound and upon looking up, fell over on his butt.

The cockroach seemed to be studying him, the antenna waving back and forth, the mouthpieces working. But the bug itself didn't scare Tyler. He saw them all the time in his room. It was the size of the thing; it was ten feet long! He stammered out some words that had no coherent meaning to them, scrabbling backwards on his backside, trying to put distance between him and the huge bug. He could smell it from where he was and he gagged at the stench. It was like ten weeks of old garbage stuffed into the carcass of a dead dog, then left to rot in the summer heat for a week and then dumped into a sewage plant. Tyler then waved at it, shouting, "Go away!" The bug either understood or simply lost interest, and scuttled away, the clicking of the many joints making Tyler want to wet his pants.

He then smelled a slightly better smell behind him, and upon turning, stared in utter confusion. It was his bottle, with some beer still inside. But the thing about it was that Tyler was pretty sure he could fit himself through the opening of the bottle. He looked around him in a full circle and found that either the world had grown or he had shrunk. Man…what on earth had Jacob put in his beer! This was some serious hallucination he was having! But then he remembered the cockroach, the smell of it. Maybe this wasn't fake…

He then decided to test himself. He walked a little bit and found a broken bit of glass the size of a foot ball. He picked it up in one hand and then poked himself with it. It drew a drop of blood and it hurt.

Tyler felt nervous. You don't bleed in hallucinations, and you don't get hurt, either! This was all real! He started sweating, feeling sick. But then he saw something odd off to the side of his vision he turned to look and saw something very weird. Perched on the dumpster under which he had collapsed, was a foot of some kind. It was like a cloven hoof, but instead of hooves, they were toes. Two toes…and they were blue. He then followed the foot upwards. What he saw didn't register at first.

It was a demon.

Yellow eyes studied him like the cockroach had, but with worse intent than mere curiosity. Lips bigger than he was parted to reveal fangs and the demon before him chuckled out, "Guess you were too dirty even for him to be interested in…" The demon was crouched down, sitting on his haunches, yet perfectly balanced on a bit of metal hardly three inches wide. The demon smiled at him and reached up to brushed some hair out of his face. Then Tyler saw his hands. They only had three fingers. Talk about bizarre! He looked up at the face again and this time noticed the pointy ears hidden in the dark blue hair. Tyler then shivered, asking up at the giant demon, "What do you want?"

The demon suddenly seemed to disappear, and then with a soft explosion, reappeared right behind Tyler. Tyler let out a short scream as he turned around so fast he fell over. The demon now lorded over him, and Tyler's gaze was drawn to the demon's barbed tail, swishing idly behind him. The demon then went down on all fours and circled Tyler as he growled out, "You. I want you."

Tyler kept turning to keep his eyes on those yellow ones of the demon, but then heard the meaning of the words. The demon was here for him. He was probably dead. That's why he felt so sober! Alcohol didn't affect you if you were dead! But had he been bad enough to deserve hell? Had he really been that bad? He then pleaded, "Come on! I'm not that bad a guy! I don't wanna go to hell!"

The demon paused in his circling, but then grinned widely and Tyler saw those sharp white fangs again. The demon began to walk again, slowly. It seemed as comfortable on all fours as on his hind legs, and walked silently on the dirty floor. Tyler found that when the demon crept into shadows, he seemed to disappear. If it weren't for the yellow eyes watching him, Tyler would have lost track of the demon. The creature then asked softly, "Are you a mutant?"

The question caught Tyler off-guard and an automatic "Huh?" popped out of his mouth.

The demon then repeated patiently, "Are you a mutant?" Tyler shook his head, saying angrily, "A mutie! Hell no!" But then he remembered what he was talking to, and sheepishly added, "Um… Pardon the expression?"

The demon smiled again, white fangs catching the dim light of the alley in an uncomfortable way as he asked, "So, you're a human?"

Tyler then wondered if this was a test. Perhaps this was a test or something like that. He's heard about them in the bible those three times he had gone to church. As far as he could figure, Jesus had been human. Was this an angel testing him? He then said quickly, "Yeah, yeah! Born and bred!"

The demon then asked softly, "Have you ever prosecuted a mutant?"

Tyler had felt he was doing well in this test, but now he could feel his hope dropping. "Umm…" he said. He remembered quite clearly the times he had held up those picketing signs telling the mutant to go away. He remembered the day those mutants had been allowed back into school and how he had been one of the kids shouting at them to leave.

The demon's soft voice, which Tyler just noticed was accented, told him firmly, "Don't lie. I can tell."

Tyler then hung his head, saying quietly, "Yes. I have."

"I see." the demon said gleefully. Tyler knew he was done. He was a bad boy and he'd pay the price. He then looked up into the yellow eyes, asking quietly, "Am I going to hell?"

The demon smiled, this time keeping his fangs sheathed, and said simply, "You're getting a bath." He then stopped his circling, and held open a three-fingered hand, commanding, "Come here." Tyler shivered, but did as told, getting crushed in the hot embrace. Then there was a loud explosion, and he passed out.

Kurt reappeared by an old park. He carefully looked around, but the place was deserted. Good, that's how he wanted it. He looked down at the human in his hand and saw he had fainted. Good. Kurt laughed a little as he approached the abandoned water fountain. The kid had thought he was a demon? Talk about a case of mistaken identity! But he had played that angle and had gotten a 'confession' out of the kid. He was a human, not a mutant. Now Kurt wasn't worried and could enjoy his little snack.

He then turned on the water, waiting until it ran clear and then put the kid into the bowl. He sputtered awake instantly as he was soaked by the icy water. But Kurt just kept the water running, seeing how the stuff going down the drain was brown and dirty. Soon, however, the water ran clear and Kurt couldn't smell anymore beer or sick from the kid.

Then he turned off the water and used his tail to pluck him out. The kid was shivering from the cold. Kurt noticed and asked, "You're cold?" The kid nodded, teeth chattering. Kurt then smiled at him and began to walk to a bench, saying as he switched the kid from his tail to his hand, "Don't worry about that. You'll be in a much warmer place very soon." He felt the kid shiver in his grip again, and knew it wasn't because he was cold.

Kurt got to the bench and lay down on it, holding the kid above him. The kid wasn't struggling, but was crying. Kurt wasn't moved however, and shifted his grip to have the kid's right leg pinched between his fingers. The kid swung as he waved his arms out of instinct, and then hung still, still crying. Kurt then said quietly, "Close your eyes."

The kid did as told, shaking. Kurt grinned. He liked this feeling of power. He bet he could tell the kid to kill himself and he'd actually do it! But Kurt wanted that pleasure and then lowered the kid into his mouth, carefully shutting his mouth on the tiny waist. The struggles intensified, as Kurt had expected, and he let his eyes glide shut as he indulged in them. He shoved the entire body in his mouth and noticed how small the kid was. He bet he could down him much, much easier than he had the first kid or Pietro.

Kurt let his hands rest on his flat stomach in preparation, running his fingers idly over his abs as he muscled the kid around a little longer, delighting in his squirms. Then he took a deep breath and swallowed. As he had thought, the kid went down surprisingly easily. He then began to prod himself, making the squirms tickle him. He swallowed some air and then rolled to his side, giggling as the motions inside him increased.

He played for about ten minutes before the struggles began to weaken. Kurt then decided to be at least merciful to the kid, and quickly emptied himself of air. He let out a short bark of laughter as the squirms dramatically increased and then sharply dropped off. At least it had been quick for the kid, not that he deserved it, Kurt thought to himself. He then rolled to his back, and rubbed at his stomach, saying to the stars, "One more human down…"

"Nightcreeper?"

The voice caught Kurt off guard, and he sat up sharply to find himself staring at Todd Tolansky.

Uh-oh. O.O;

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