This is a 100% Kurt+Kitty free fic. That’s right!!!! You heard correctly! This is a basically Kurt focused story! Plus I have some stuff planned from a Brotherhood point of view (specifically Toad) I’m sorry, am I the only person that doesn’t totally hate the Brotherhood? I mean, I know Mystique and Magneto (sp?) are pretty evil, but Lance and Todd are actually fairly cool. Yep, you all think I’m crazy, oh well! In this series I will be making up a whole lot of BS about Kurt’s past. If your looking for any truth at all about Kurt’s life, I suggest you look somewhere else, honestly. If anyone flames me about this not being true to Kurt’s past, I’ll scream, seriously. I WARNED YOU!!!!! DID YOU NOT READ THE WARNING!?!(*shortly after this was written Kelly was transported to the safety of a padded room in an insane asylum where she will spend the rest of her life in a straight jacket typing fanfics with her nose*) Please enjoy!
By the way, everything belongs to Marvel.
OUTFOXED
Prologue- The End Of The Beginning
By: Kelly
The hot summer rain fell in torrents on their sweat soaked shoulders as they ran silently through the dense rain forest. It brought them no relief from the sweltering heat, or their pursuers. A sharp branch cut into his cheek as they ran, making a deep gash but they had no time to stop. He heard his friend sniff the air.
“Great,” she said, her voice a deep grunt of sarcasm from the strain of running, “Now there’s the scent of blood.” He felt her sweat trickle down his chest, matting his fur against the skin. When they had gone over the wall moments ago, he had sprained his ankle, and now she carried him on her back. They ran in silence for several minutes, the only sound was her quiet grunts and moans. “Vite, allons-y,” she said under her breath in her native language, French. “Hurry up, let’s go!” It was more to herself than him.
He cursed himself. Why couldn’t he use his power now, when he needed it? Because he wasn’t like her. He’d actually only used his twice, and both times were accidents, they had just sort of happened. He couldn’t control it, he was only ten, what did they expect of him? That was probably why they wanted to kill him. Or maybe it was his looks. He wished he could be like her, she was always in control. Her powers had manifested at birth and now, at eleven, she had mastered them perfectly. In fact, she was perfect in every way, she didn’t even care she had a tail. He couldn’t let her die, not because of him.
“Please,” he begged, “Just leave me. You’ll be faster on your own.”
It was in vain, “No Nightcrawler, I won’t leave you anywhere unless I’m sure you’ll be safe, away from those monsters.” Her voice was bitter.
Kurt thought it was ironic, everywhere he had ever been- the towns, the villages, the cities- everyone had called /him/ a monster. He’d been driven out because of it. And now ever since he met her . . . well, he never felt like that around her. She loved him for who he was. But what did she really know, she had spent her whole life in “The School.” Still, it made him feel good.
Up ahead, like a beacon in the fog, a light glimmered. She broke through the trees and onto a field, tall green plants stood thickly in uniform rows. She sniffed the air again, “Coffee, excellent. It will hide our scent.” Lowering her head, she pushed herself forward, sprinting now toward the light. They came to a small farmhouse, thick dark vines were climbing up the sides, and the only light came from the living room. Kurt noticed a figure moving around. Glancing furtively behind her, his friend rapped on the door.
A woman who was no older than thirty answered, opening it slightly. Alarmed by his and the girl’s appearance, she let out a small scream of shock and started to close the heavy wooden door. His friend put her foot in the door.
They talked for several minutes in a language he couldn’t even try to understand, the girl pleading and the woman looking increasingly more worried. Finally, his friend took her foot out of the door and the woman joined them outside in the rain. They followed her to the barn out back, his friend was panting under his weight now.
She looked at him, “Nightcrawler, this woman says she’ll keep you . . .” she took in gasping breaths, “and help you hide when the people from the school come looking for us, and she’s going to feed you, and look after your ankle. But . . . but only because you’re hurt. She’s scared of us, even if we’re both just kids, it’s our looks, you know.”
Kurt realized how odd they must have looked. After all, he got strange looks from everyone; people called him a monster, a devil. Plus, at the school, they had buzzed all the kid’s hair on their heads to a quarter inch, even the girls. They looked like they were part of the military. His friends ears pointed straight up from the top of her head, like a fox and her tail was bushy and red with a white tip, unlike his which was thin with a small point. The woman must have been petrified. “But she’ll take care of you, you’re going to make it.” They followed the woman into the cool dry barn. It smelled of grass and cows, Kurt was reminded of his old village. The woman instructed his friend what to do and then went back to her house to wait for the men if they came.
She lay him down in an empty stall which was almost completely full of hay and continued to talk as she took off her wet shirt and began to wrap his swollen ankle gently, “And so am I. But I can’t stay here. I have to keep moving, she’ll only take care of you. I have to go, Nightcrawler.”
He couldn’t believe it, after all that work planning their escape, all the time they spent together at the school, they were going to be split up. He felt hot tears sting his eyes, “Don’t call me that, we’re out of that horrible place, there’s no need for code names anymore. My name is Kurt Wagner. This is so stupid! I’ve known you for three years and I don’t even know your name.” He was trying to fight his tears with anger for the school.
“You know what happened with my parents, and the school just gave me an operation code, I don’t,” she looked at the ground, pausing. She looked so strange now, usually she used her powers to hide her ears and tail, she said it made people more comfortable around her but Kurt sometimes wondered if she was self-conscious too. She didn’t now though, because it would be too easy track their mutant signatures “ . . .I don’t have a name. But don’t worry . . . Kurt,” she smiled sadly, “I will see you again. I can feel it, just please promise me you won’t fall in love with anyone else, that you’ll wait for me.” She began to cover him with hay, tears trailing down her face.
“I will, forever. Please don’t leave me,” he held onto her wrist.
“I have to go,” she pleaded, “If I stay any longer they’ll find me, they’ll find you.”
“I don’t care, I just want to be with you.”
“Please Kurt,” she pulled her arm away with amazing strength, “I will see you again.” She ran out the door, and Kurt was left in the barn, listening to the rain fall quietly on the roof in the darkness. She was right, they would be together, they were meant for each other. The rain slowed outside.
Kurt remembered the song she used to sing:
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you’ll wait for me,
Hold me and never let me go,
Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again . . .
A shot shattered the silence, catching Kurt’s heart in his throat. It was followed by a piercing scream, her voice, and then another shot, and another, and another. Kurt clamped his hands over his ears, but the scream continued to ring through the night air, becoming weaker, fainter, dying off. She was dying off, the only girl he had ever loved. They killed her. He waited in the barn all night for them to find him, to kill him, so he could be with her again, but they never came. Nothing in his life ever worked out like it was supposed to.
Every night when he went to sleep he heard that scream, haunting him. When the woman was taking care of him, when he went back home to his “mother,” that dying scream followed him wherever he went.
*~*~*~*
Kurt got up during the middle of the movie, shaking his head. Not tonight, he couldn’t stand it. It was just a cheesy horror flick Evan had rented - the blood didn’t look remotely real and the acting was terrible, but the girl’s scream. . ..
His head was pounding . . . six years ago, to this exact day, he’d lost her. He felt the tears run down his cheeks as he ported up to his room. Not tonight, he wouldn’t put himself through reliving it again, but he couldn’t help it. He’d loved her.
To be continued . . .