Kurtty

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 28

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Fracture Twenty-Eight: Confessions

  “Ach! This is turning into a soap opera…” said Papa.

  “I can understand the confusion,” Kurt grinned a little. “The *how* I found out is even more confusing than the *what* I found out.” He gave Kitty a squeeze, and smiled when he didn’t instantly find a bone. She was starting to fill out at long last. Kurt surrendered to temptation and sampled her neck with a little purr.

  Kitty squealed and giggled. “*Ku-u-urt*…”

  Mama raised an eyebrow. “I trust you’re not working on any *more* grandchildren for us?”

  “*Mama*…” Kurt blushed. “Katzchen’s still healing from Lance.”

  “There goes the soap opera again,” said Papa.

  “*Jo*hannes…” chided Mama. “Perhaps it would be better if you started from the beginning. Put it in chronological order for us, ja?”

  Kurt sighed. “It started when I was four years old…”

*

  His audience had gone pale. Mr Peeper had fallen asleep in its shoebox nest. Bluebelle and Kitty clung to him, both for different reasons. Katja and Anja bracketed Erika in a protective embrace. Rogue sat huddled into a little ball on the floor.

  “I don’t always remember everything that she did,” he said. “The Archivist does that. He tries to protect me from the Bad Times. It was never your fault. I tried to make it that way. Besides, Hess promised me - if I told… she’d destroy everything I loved. I didn’t want her to hurt you as well.”

  Mama and Papa held each other tight. Mama was crying again.

  “Mein armer Junge… Mein armes Baby…” Mama murmured.

  Kurt held Kitty and Bluebelle close. There was still more. “Also, I - I guess I didn’t want you to pity me. You were the only people in my entire life who didn’t pity me. I don’t need - I never wanted–” his voice stopped working, clogged up with emotion.

  He hated pity.

  He hated it when people felt sorry for him. Included him out of a sense of guilt. It was just as bad as despising him because of how he looked. He could deal with hate.

  Pity burned.

  “I never pitied you,” said Papa. “I’m not going to start now.”

  “Me neither,” said Mama. She and Papa crossed the room to embrace him. "Wir lieben Sie.“

  Kurt began to purr. Family group hugs were the best.

  "Any other little surprises, liebe?” Mama asked.

  Well… it *was* dark out. “Turn off the lights,” he grinned.

*

  “Holy crap!”

  Evan started running. That shriek had been Rogue’s. Aunty O and the Professor would go *nuts* if he let anything happen to her. He was her back-up.

  “What’s up?” he asked as soon as he hit the scene. All of K-man's family was there, and Kitty, but the K-man was nowhere to be seen.

  Rogue was pointing at a patch of empty air. “K-k-k-kurt…”

  “Ja?” said the patch of empty air. “Was ist der Stoff?”

  Evan’s jaw fell open. “K-man?”

  “Right here,” said his disembodied voice.

  Now that he could focus, he could pick out two glowing yellow lights without any visible means of support. They were around Kurt’s eye-line, and, yes, they blinked.

  Kitty’s voice dripped sarcasm. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the amazing Nightcrawler. The only guy in the world who can like, show off when he’s like, invisible.”

  “COOL!”

  “That’s what *I* said,” said Kurt. “It only works in the dark. I can't help it.”

  Jamie appeared from the other end of the corridor. “What’s cool?”

  “Check it out,” said Evan. “K-man can go invisible.”

  “Whoah!” Jamie was there in a second. “Where is he?”

  Evan found the light switch. {click} “Now you see him,” {click} “Now you don’t.”

  “*WOW*!”

  Ray found his way down the hall, too. “What’s up with you, retard? Brain finally shrink to match the rest of ya?”

  “Kurt’s *invisible*.”

  “Yeah, right. *Sure*. You asking for a dunking or what?”

  “Cool it, Ray,” said Evan. “Jamie’s telling the truth. See for yourself.”

  Ray evidently decided to humour them. “If this is just some dumb trick,” he began, “don’t think I can’t whup *both* your asses into–” He looked in the library. “Awright, where is he?”

  This time, Kurt flicked the switch. {click} “Boo.”

  “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Ray backpedalled so fast he knocked over some statuary before falling flat on his ass. Unfortunately, he also fired an energy bolt that knocked out the lights.

  Kurt, now invisible again, sighed. “Ach. *Wunderbar*. I can just see us trying to explain this to Logan.”

  “Explain *what* to Logan?” said Logan. “Where’s the Elf?”

  “Itwasanaccident!” Chorused Jamie and Ray.

  “I’m right here,” said Kurt. “See the eyes near the Aspidestra? Das ist me.”

  “You’re being cute, ain’t ya?” said Logan. “Knock it off.”

  “Sorry. Can’t. I’m stuck like this in the dark.”

  “Joy,” Logan stalked off.

  “Damn,” said Evan. “*Nothing* fazes him…”

  “*I’ll* say,” said Ray.

*

  The girl who looked like Risty Wilde quietly shut the door to her home, then slid down to the floor and wept. Feigning ignorance today had been the worst, with the news all over the school. A thousand and one versions of The Psycho Gym Teacher.

  Risty Wilde never watched the news.

  Mystique, on the other hand, soaked up every second of it.

  It was torture listening to urban myth, rumour and truth turn into a fantastic hodgepodge of even more incredible lies. First, Kurt had a daughter. Then she’d died. No, she was alive, but disfigured by Hess herself. No, she was hideously deformed. That’s why nobody saw her. But someone *else* had said that she just wasn’t allowed out until her inoculations were done, and they’d even seen her on the Institute grounds. 

  What had they seen? A little figure in a pink dress running around after a pair of twins.

  Mystique had taken up her guise, ostensibly to monitor Brotherhood activity, but in reality to watch over her children. She’d had to abandon them both. First Marie, known as Rogue; left in the arms of a friend because of the news of her mutation. Then her son. Her special son. Altered somehow by Magneto, she’d dropped him. Failed him. And when she secretly chased after him, she found him in the arms of norms.

  She’d wanted to scream when that man picked him up; but he’d *smiled*. He called his wife over with a joyous voice and they’d both held him close.

  Like one of their own.

  The last she’d seen of her son, he was feeding greedily at the woman's breast. Something Raven hadn’t been able to do.

  She left him there, assuming he’d be safe and loved. Knowing that she wasn’t much of a mother.

  And now she found out that her son was one among many victims of this woman Hess. A woman who tried to *buy* him. She probably had a bill of sale somewhere.

  She’d thought he was safe.

  She was wrong.

  Again.

  Some mother.

  How the bottle came to be in her hand, she didn’t know, but the kiss of her old friend Mr Liquor was a very soothing balm for her heart. He made all the pain go away.

*

  Kurt sighed and feigned wounded dignity while Mama and Papa told Baby Kurt stories to the entire dinner table. He secretly loved it, because they were all stories about how much the worried about him. How much they cared.

  How much he was accepted.

  “…poor little dear,” Mama was saying. “Too tired to cry, and too hungry to sleep. We were all lucky that I’d just finished helping out with the Jarelmann twins. I used to work as a wetnurse.”

  “We have an intense distrust of your American powders in Heirelgart," supplied Papa.

  "Once he knew what I had for him, he wouldn’t let go,” said Mama. “Not even to swap sides. I had to fight him.”

  “*Ma*ma…” blushed Kurt.

  Kitty hugged him. “It’s okay, fuzzy. Just wait ‘till you like, hear my Mom go on about how long she was in labour with me.”

  “So you’re going to introduce me to your parents?”

  “I’m not like, promising it’ll like, go famously well…”

  Kurt had to laugh. “Ja, I can see that, meine geliebt. 'Mom. Dad. This is Kurt. He looks like a demon but I like him. Ohyeah. And he’s got a seven-year-old daughter.’ Your Vater will go nuclear.”

  “Relax. I’ll like, tell him about Lance first. He’ll be like *that* glad I dumped him he won’t like *care* about your like, personal history.”

  “Be sure to tell him I’m Romani before you tell him I’m German, ja?" Kurt cautioned. "Your people don’t always like Germans, but my people and your people get along like *that*.” He crossed his fingers.

  “Oh yeah,” said Kitty. “You got it.”

Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 27

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Fracture Twenty-Seven: Making Friends

  “When’ll you come back?”

  “Well, if I can stay out of detention, around four.”

  “But that’s for*ever*…”

  Daddy dropped into a crouch. “It’s okay, liebe. You still have all the grown-ups to talk to.”

  Bluebelle whimpered. “But you’ll be *gone*,” she protested. “You mightn’t come back.”

  “

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 26

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Fracture Twenty-Six: Faces of Fear

  The pre-trial had demanded that only the survivors come to court. There were still people standing in the aisles, and crowding the rails of the upper gallery.

  They all stared at Hess.

  Lengthy research revealed that Hess was her true name. She used it, on and off, at various places where no-one had heard of her. She had a dozen other identities, at least. Both her nomadic nature and her

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 25

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Fracture Twenty-Five: Survivors

  Hess had been attacking children for fifteen years. Apparently, Kurt was somewhere in the middle.

  “Gruss Gott…”

  Bluebelle clung to him like a limpet, half-hiding from all the strangers. She, Kitty and Kurt all wore a little tag that marked them as survivors.

  There were lots of tags in the crowd.

  “I guess it *is* a convention,” said Kitty. “Look, there’s even booths.”

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 24

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Fracture Twenty-Four: Chain Reaction

  Coffee dripped off of Principal Kelly’s TV screen.

  “Oh, *GOD*, no!” He knelt in front of it, where his newly-hired Gym teacher’s face was being broadcast, nationwide, under the lable of 'child abuser’. And she’d seemed so *nice*… So - *normal*. “I'm *ruined*! *Ruined*! God, why does this have to happen to meeeee… I'm not a bad man…

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 23

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_:Fracture Twenty-Three: The Ties That Bind

[AN: I’m not up to date on the DareDevil, aka Matthew Murdock, so I made his current assistant up out of whole cloth ^_^ Forgive me, fanboys! And gals…]

  The blind man turned to face them as they entered the room. Which was odd, because neither Kurt nor Bluebelle made a sound with their fur-padded feet.

  “Hello,” he said. “You must be Kurt and

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 22

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Fracture Twenty-Two: Discoveries

  Nobody ever went to the ironically misnamed “Good Eatin’” for the food. They went for the high-walled booths that guaranteed privacy and relative solitude from the world outside.

  Regulars knew not to go near the ribs.

  Earl had seen just about everything happen in those booths. Wierd, pale writer types who came to nurse a plate of chips and a drink over a bothersome manuscript. Covert, spy-like meetings between

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 21

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Fracture Twenty-One: Damage Control

  A blue fuzzy digit traced across the paper. “Not. In. A. Boat… Not. In. The. Rain!”

  “Good,” said Kitty. “That’s it.”

  “I. Do. Not. Like. Them. Sam, I, Am,” Bluebelle started grinning. “I do not like green eggs and ham!”

  “Good *girl*,” Kitty gave her a hug. “Did you hear that, Kurt?”

  “Yes,

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 20

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Fracture Twenty: Slow-Healing Wounds

  Kurt was halfway out of bed before his eyes opened to see where the food was.

  “*Told* you he’d like, do that,” said Kitty.

  Bluebelle hid a giggle behind two hands.

  He was back in his room. In the Institute. Safe and sound. With a brand-new family. “Liebchen! Schatz! Am I glad to see you… And the food.”

  “A gigantic economy-size portion of

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 19

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Fracture Nineteen: Way Out

  Logan found the scent trail and followed it under the bridge. His nose said the Elf, Half-pint and someone else were there, but his eyes said different. The plant life around the path made an ideal patch of darkness where bridge met earth. He’d have to wait until the bint from hades had gone away, though, before he investigated further.

  He picked a relatively comfortable spot and sat himself

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 18

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Fracture Eighteen: Hess’ Games: Blind Man’s Bluff

[AN: Yes! I *am* playing fast&loose with ComicContinuity! Thankyou for noticing ^_^ ]

  When Kitty came back, Kurt was kneeling on the floor and rocking back and forth with the jar in his arms. He was singing a lullaby in German and crying.

  This was scary.

  “Kurt?”

  “I didn’t know. He was born and died and I didn’t

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 17

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Fracture Seventeen: Hess’ Games: Hide And Seek

[AN: You’re gonna have to wait at least a chapter before you find out

about Kitty. Ha! >:) ]

  Underground. Dark. Smells bad. Old blood.

  Monsters restless. Feel sick.

  Something else. Bad Time smell. _Nacht in der Blute_ and stale sex. Bad. Very bad.

  Kurt flickered into wakefulness. Barely. Head was full of fog. Katzchen? Tied up. Can barely move. Katzchen hanging. Harness. Still breathing. Looks

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 16

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Fracture Sixteen: Things That Make You Go AUGH!

  “Twongngngng…” said Kurt, making rubber-band-flicking motions with his hands.

  Kitty was already helpless with laughter. “Stoppit… You fuzzy sadist… Oh, my ribs… like, *owww*… I’m dying…”

  Kurt laughed, also reliving the funniest, most sadistic short he'd ever seen on the screen. It was worth it to see her laughing again. She was so tense about

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 15

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Fracture Fifteen: An Encounter in the Mall

[AN: This chapter contains nastiness that’s in reference to another book, which is Kaz Cooke’s _Up The Duff_ :) Go Kaz! Just don’t sue me. I’m broke]

  It was, as Kurt kept singing, a magical mystery tour. He got her fabulous-looking clothes that were a size too large on purpose, telling her that she’d better work on growing into

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Fanfic Time: Don't Pity Me part 14

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Fracture Fourteen: Stimulus and Response

  The minute Ms Rosa was out of earshot, Kitty voiced her thoughts. "Okay, that was like, *weird*… What’d she say to you, Kurt?“

  Kurt was still hanging on to her sweater like a drowning man clutching at straws. He was shaking like a leaf and trying to control rapid breathing while staring straight ahead.

  _Oh crud._ He was looking mighty unstable, like a bunch of

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