It was so peaceful in the abandoned church when he had first found it. Kurt
had named the church as his sanctuary, after he came to America to audition
for a famous American circus. The people afterwards had said they could not
hire him, because of the animosity still held towards mutants. Kurt, with
his gentle voice, had assured them it was all right, and asked if he would
be allowed to stay in America for a while longer. The people agreed and
even promised to give him plane tickets back to Germany, when he came back
to them, and said he was ready to go back to his own small circus.
It was night when Kurt left the church to explore, without having people
see him and became scared running from him, screaming wildly that he was a
demon from Hell ready to spell doom for the human race. If they only knew
the truth about his nature and faith!
He had felt happy walking down the sidewalk his tail swaying lazily from
side to side. When he had looked up at the night sky the moon was full and
bright white as if it was trying to be a star itself. He had stopped
walking simply looking up at the moon and stars a faint smile coming to his
lips. The only other time he had felt happy like this was when he was with
his adopted family back in Germany and their circus performing on the
trapeze for a small group of people with whom he could truly build a kind
of relationship with which was why he had not felt so bad when the
Americans turned him down.
Kurt had been so absorbed in his thoughts and the sky with its stars and
the moon that he had not heard the foot steps coming towards him sounding
harsh and cruel as if the boots were emulating the wearer's personality
exactly to the last thread in the shoelace.
Sudden pain erupted everywhere as someone smashed bodily into him making
him also hit the brick wall beside him making his lip begin to bleed and
drip down his chin. Before Kurt was able to think straight and teleport
away to his church and sanctuary; he felt a cruel fist smash into his right
temple wearing three rings on three different fingers leaving an imprint in
his skin almost as bad as his scars. He had seen red spots in front of his
yellow glowing eyes but then the real pain came to him with a soft hiss
like a snake ready to strike out at its prey.
A strangled bestial howl tore from his throat when the venom of the mace
hit his sensitive eyes making tears come down rapidly. He had fallen to his
knees and he had prayed in his native German for God to stop the pain. He
tried to reach for his Rosary as well for help but he felt a foot kick his
arm and he was forced to let of the beads at once lest the foot come down
on his arm once more in vengeance. The soldiers had begun to beat the
fallen mutant and soon the pain had ended and before Kurt had blacked out;
he thanked God for such mercy.
When Kurt had woken he had been in a bright white room with glaring lights
beaming down at him mockingly. He had felt so much fear when he looked
around the room that tears came to his gentle eyes and he had taken his
beloved handmade Rosary praying with them in German, French, and Latin the
Hail Mary and every other prayer that he knew to God asking Him to please
get him out of this place.
He had begun to rock a little back and forth when the soldiers had come
with their pistols at their sides and clubs in their hands held readily.
Kurt had been too afraid to look up at the men as they walked up to him and
he froze in mid-sentence keeping his gaze down to his swaying beads in his
deformed blue hands as if they held the answer on escaping this evil place
with their cruel men and blinding lights. One of the men had sneered at his
prayers and he even made a motion to take the beads away, but Kurt pulled
the beads close to his body and he moved away into a corner of the white
room, the beads clicking softly as he trembled in fear of these men.
A rough hand had grabbed him tightly by the scruff of his neck and Kurt
felt agonizing pain as he was smashed face first against a cold stone wall.
For a brief moment he saw a man in glasses taking out a needle filled with
a green liquid and then a burning pain and sizzle came to the back of his
neck burning his skin badly.
Ororo was woken by a loud cry from the room above hers. She sat up in
surprise and when she heard the cry again she got out of bed and out of her
room wearing nothing but her silken nightgown her eyes filled with worry as
she recognized whose voice it was making those cries and from what room as
well. "Those cries are coming from Kurt's room!" she said softly to
Her heart raced as she ran down the hall but it wasn't from the exertion,
it was from fear that Kurt might be hurt badly and that his cries were of
unbearable pain of some kind. Without thinking she had caused wild winds to
rage outside and one of the oldest oak trees outside was uprooted with a
snap and tossed for miles away from the university with a moan as if the
tree had felt pain.
Very slowly, Ororo closed her eyes and she took a deep breath calming
herself down as she descended the stairs and by the time she had reached
Kurt's door to his room the winds had all but died away and her heart was
beating normally once more inside of her chest which still heaved a bit up
and down. She listened closely to the door and she could hear Kurt crying
out and she deduced that his tail was also going crazy from the thwacking
noises which could be easily heard even from outside.
She tried to open the door and she found that it was locked and it was then
that she remembered that Kurt often locked his door when he planned on
going into deep prayer or meditation to try and become closer with his God.
With a flick of her finger she sent a gentle bolt of lightning into the
doorknob and she opened the door slowly.
Kurt lay in his bed tossing and turning his body in a cold sweat. His tail;
which he often joked with the children about having a mind of its own
sometimes, was swinging around violently to and fro banging against the
floor and the walls and it even knocked down a wooden crucifix that had
been hanging over Kurt's bed as if in protection of evil spirits but was
obviously no good against bad dreams.
His hands held on tightly to the sides of his bed and they were on the
verge of ripping into the fabric in massive chunks; which would then send
out a large barrage of goose feathers all over the floor of his room.
"Nein! Nein, mein Gott!" Kurt shouted his voice filled with such pain and
sorrow that any human who claimed to be anti-mutant would indeed feel sorry
for this pained creature and would have done anything in his/her power to
try and ease it down and let him rest in peace at last.
"Oh Kurt," Ororo said softly as she slowly walked up to the withering and
sweating mutant. Gently she rested a hand on Kurt's bare upper arm and she
looked down at him scared now as she felt how wet and cold his fur was from
sweating so much. Whatever he was dreaming about; it must be very bad if he
was sweating so heavily and panting so much as if some pain was coursing
through his body at that very moment. "Kurt, please wake up!" she begged
softly her eyes sparkling as her own tears came down her narrow mocha
colored cheeks seeing Kurt like this scaring her greatly.
Kurt sat up violently his eyes wide open, but unfocused showing he was
still in deep slumber. His tail curled up tightly and trembled with the
rest of his body his pillow drenched in sweat. "Warum? Warum, Gott?! Och,
Gott! Ich kann nicht verstehen!" he wailed in agony raising his face up to
the ceiling his arms spread out wide as if he was the Savior nailed to the
cross to cleanse mortals of their sins. Tears coursed down his cheeks and
slowed down only when they reached his scars.
Ororo gasped softly when Kurt sat up and she even backed up two full steps
before she regained her composure and listened to Kurt's shouts with a
broken heart. Slowly she walked up to Kurt once more this time without any
fear and gently Ororo took his shoulders one in each hand and she eased him
back down onto his pillow as his shouts lessened down to simple muttering
and whimpering in German and English mixed together.
She sat down on the corner of the bed and she cradled Kurt's sweaty head in
her arms and in that moment no matter how brief it was; she felt extreme
love for this gentle yet tortured soul and she stroked his brow gently as
if she was comforting a small child, her hands feeling the ridges from the
scars she thought were still beautiful even though he had carved them into
his skin for penance for the sins he had committed in his life so far and
sometimes she wondered if someone so pure and loving of his God could
really commit so many sins.
As she felt his body calm down she smiled faintly as she looked down at him
and she whispered gently, "Dream sweet dreams, Kurt. You are a gentle soul
and you don't deserve to be haunted so much with such evil nightmares. You
are safe here with us-with me!"
Kurt's young and scarred face softened greatly at her words spoke so gently
and kindly, and his tail became limp swaying gently in peace as if a breeze
was coming through his room which in fact; was quite true with Ororo there
looking at him kindly.
"Ororo," he mumbled softly, his German accent sounding thick but beautiful
at the same time, "Ororo, mein freund." His tail slowly rose and gently the
spade at the tip of his tail touched her cheek and rubbed the soft skin
gently feeling almost like a third hand, "Such.beauty. I am.not vorthy of
your friendship," he whispered, still sleeping his chest rising slowly up
and down and leaving behind any trace that he had ever been haunted by evil
nightmares of the past.
He gave a soft moan his eyelashes looking ever so soft and feminine in
nature as if he wore make up to keep them so long. "Nein, mein freund,
Ororo.I am.so ugly. There are others. better than me."
Ororo's eyes softened and she gently cooed stroking his brow once more.
"No, I don't think you're ugly at all, Kurt. I think you are very
handsome," she said softly forgetting that he was not awake but simply
sleeping in her arms.
Kurt moved his head to one side making it closer to her body as he took a
long drawn out breath and letting it out as if it was sigh of sadness; or
was that happiness masked as sadness instead? "I love you," he whispered
softly as if it was a great secret between only two people in the whole
Ororo smiled and she leaned her face against his tail still stroking his
brow and his cobalt colored locks, gently letting her fingers feel how soft
his curls were against her skin. She closed her eyes and she fell asleep
still cradling his head in her soft and welcoming arms. "I love you too,
Very slowly Kurt's tail moved down and wrapped slowly around her arm as if
he had been able to read her mind even in his sleep.