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About the story: Jean and Storm weren't the only women to invade Kurt's refuge, that run down church in Boston. There had been another - a little girl. A tale about Nightcrawler, before he met the X-men.
Note: I don't own any of the comics, they're hard to get in the country I live in. I've seen the cartoon and the films though. I know that my knowledge of the X men saga is extremely limited, but try to consider that before any thoughts of flaming me, ok?
The other main character in this story, Siobhan, is not a Mary-Sue. She's far too young to be anyone's romantic interest or have extraordinary skills. I dislike Mary-Sue fanfiction anyway.
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Chapter 1 - Set up.
Siobhan was sulking. Not only had her father forced her to miss the Powerpuff girls, but he'd passed McDonalds too. Twice. Cries of 'where are we going' had not got an answer and she didn't hold much hope of a response were she to ask 'are we there yet' either. She knew what question would get an answer though.
"Are we gonna see mommy? Can I see mommy, please?" Siobhan said in the most pathetic, childish voice she could manage. Her father growled "Shut yer face, girl" and spat out of the car window in response.
So she sat in the back of the car, glaring into the car mirror that for some strange reason, her father kept looking nervously into every so often. She could feel his fear and instinctively knew it wasn't directed at her - besides, an 8 year old girl glaring at her father in the mirror would hardly inspire terror. A saying of her mother's came to her then 'Keep your face screwed up like that and when the wind changes, it'll stay that way forever' and Siobhan looked out the window instead. She could see they were approaching a run down building with pretty coloured windows - what was the name for those sort of windows again, the stained glass effect? Yeah that's it. A pity about the graffiti though.
Her father pulled up near rusted metal fencing where nature laughs was written very poorly; Siobhan had seen better looking graffiti in brighter, bolder paint and with the second word more clear to read on the wall of the apartment she lived in. "Why're we here daddy?" she asked, looking plaintively up at her father as he got out of the car. "Never you mind, sit tight and keep yer mouth shut, girl, ok?" he replied. "But this place looks scary and I wanna go home!" she protested a little louder. "Look Sio, daddy's just gotta meet some friends and'll be right back, ya hear?" he said looking over his shoulder at his daughter. Siobhan looked around, could make out another car just a short distance away in the dark. She had felt her father's fear for some time and now felt just as scared. She shivered and watched as her father met the men from the other car.
Snippets of conversation could be heard from her position crouched back in the car. She could feel bad vibes from these men, they were up to no good, of that she was sure of. Then again, neither was her dad.
"Got the money, dude?" one man asked.
"Ye. yeah, sure thing guys. $5,000, like you asked." Replied her father.
"We'll see 'bout that, will take a while to make sure."
"Well, well you see, I need to get going."
"Weren't thinkin' o' slippin' town, were you?" the other man said somewhat menacingly.
The talk became mumbles as the two men counted the money; Siobhan wasn't close enough to hear. Not that she wanted to, she could feel the men's growing aggravation and wanted to leave, but was smart enough to realise that drawing attention to herself would not be a good idea.
A glint of something shiny attracted her gaze away from her father and his shady dealings. It came from the men's car, where another man was getting out. He meant to hurt someone and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was going to be hurt tonight, neither did it take a genius to realise that the shiny glint was a gun.
He fired. Siobhan covered her mouth, stopped herself from screaming. Watched her father fall.
"Aw... what you do that for? We hadn't finished countin' the money!" said one man looking at the corpse, a pool of blood already forming directly under Siobhan's father's head.
"Ain't got the time to be waiting." Replied the guy with the gun. "You hide the corpse and you check the car. Look, this way, we not only get the money, we get rid of that idiot and make a bit of dough selling his crappy car."
"Heh. True enough. Where will I dump the corpse?"
"How the hell should I know? Try that abandoned church over there, no one ever goes in."
"Sure thing. Hey, all nice and religious for his funeral!"
Siobhan didn't watch her father getting dragged along the concrete, leaving a trail of blood. She was watching the other guy approach her car, her green eyes wide in terror.
He opened the car door. Siobhan started screaming.
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Kurt Wagner woke up, noticed what the time was and sighed. The drug barons were at it again. Why they had to use his current home as a location to do their dealings, he didn't know and neither did he care to find out. He kept to himself and although he wouldn't have minded company, he knew with his outworldly appearance, that was probably impossible. Besides, who in their right mind would try talking to that lot? He had on more than one occasion, considered preaching to them about the Lord, but knew that would be futile.
Observing them wouldn't do any harm though, it was 3'o clock in the morning, by the time he would get back to sleep, it would be daylight. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and slipped on a shirt.
He was just about to teleport when he heard gunshots. "Mein Gott!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself, hoping he had not been heard. He teleported anyway.
Too late. Whatever that man had done, he was beyond help now. Kurt watched from the roof as the man's corpse was dragged along into the direction of his church. Well he wasn't about to share his place of worship with a corpse and druggies. Not tonight anyhow. This had gone on long enough, even though this was only the first time a man had been murdered in one of the drug user's meetings, Kurt would make sure it would be the last.
He waited till they were inside the building, then teleported directly behind them. The man was too shocked at Nightcrawler's unexpected arrival to reach for a weapon. Nightcrawler needed none. As his fist swiftly connected with the man's head, his tail lashed around the man's legs, tripping him over. If the punch didn't knock the guy out cold, the stone floor did. Then Kurt realised that perhaps he should have just let the man dump the corpse, wait for them all to leave, then teleport the dead body to a nearby hospital. Now why hadn't he thought of that before resorting to violence?
Then he heard a girl scream.
God moves in mysterious ways. One bad guy down, two to go and perhaps tonight, one soul could be saved.
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Chapter 2 will be up within a week!
About the story: Jean and Storm weren't the only women to invade Kurt's refuge, that run down church in Boston. There had been another - a little girl. A tale about Nightcrawler, before he met the X-men.
Note: I don't own any of the comics, they're hard to get in the country I live in. I've seen the cartoon and the films though. I know that my knowledge of the X men saga is extremely limited, but try to consider that before any thoughts of flaming me, ok?
The other main character in this story, Siobhan, is not a Mary-Sue. She's far too young to be anyone's romantic interest or have extraordinary skills. I dislike Mary-Sue fanfiction anyway.
--
Chapter 1 - Set up.
Siobhan was sulking. Not only had her father forced her to miss the Powerpuff girls, but he'd passed McDonalds too. Twice. Cries of 'where are we going' had not got an answer and she didn't hold much hope of a response were she to ask 'are we there yet' either. She knew what question would get an answer though.
"Are we gonna see mommy? Can I see mommy, please?" Siobhan said in the most pathetic, childish voice she could manage. Her father growled "Shut yer face, girl" and spat out of the car window in response.
So she sat in the back of the car, glaring into the car mirror that for some strange reason, her father kept looking nervously into every so often. She could feel his fear and instinctively knew it wasn't directed at her - besides, an 8 year old girl glaring at her father in the mirror would hardly inspire terror. A saying of her mother's came to her then 'Keep your face screwed up like that and when the wind changes, it'll stay that way forever' and Siobhan looked out the window instead. She could see they were approaching a run down building with pretty coloured windows - what was the name for those sort of windows again, the stained glass effect? Yeah that's it. A pity about the graffiti though.
Her father pulled up near rusted metal fencing where nature laughs was written very poorly; Siobhan had seen better looking graffiti in brighter, bolder paint and with the second word more clear to read on the wall of the apartment she lived in. "Why're we here daddy?" she asked, looking plaintively up at her father as he got out of the car. "Never you mind, sit tight and keep yer mouth shut, girl, ok?" he replied. "But this place looks scary and I wanna go home!" she protested a little louder. "Look Sio, daddy's just gotta meet some friends and'll be right back, ya hear?" he said looking over his shoulder at his daughter. Siobhan looked around, could make out another car just a short distance away in the dark. She had felt her father's fear for some time and now felt just as scared. She shivered and watched as her father met the men from the other car.
Snippets of conversation could be heard from her position crouched back in the car. She could feel bad vibes from these men, they were up to no good, of that she was sure of. Then again, neither was her dad.
"Got the money, dude?" one man asked.
"Ye. yeah, sure thing guys. $5,000, like you asked." Replied her father.
"We'll see 'bout that, will take a while to make sure."
"Well, well you see, I need to get going."
"Weren't thinkin' o' slippin' town, were you?" the other man said somewhat menacingly.
The talk became mumbles as the two men counted the money; Siobhan wasn't close enough to hear. Not that she wanted to, she could feel the men's growing aggravation and wanted to leave, but was smart enough to realise that drawing attention to herself would not be a good idea.
A glint of something shiny attracted her gaze away from her father and his shady dealings. It came from the men's car, where another man was getting out. He meant to hurt someone and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was going to be hurt tonight, neither did it take a genius to realise that the shiny glint was a gun.
He fired. Siobhan covered her mouth, stopped herself from screaming. Watched her father fall.
"Aw... what you do that for? We hadn't finished countin' the money!" said one man looking at the corpse, a pool of blood already forming directly under Siobhan's father's head.
"Ain't got the time to be waiting." Replied the guy with the gun. "You hide the corpse and you check the car. Look, this way, we not only get the money, we get rid of that idiot and make a bit of dough selling his crappy car."
"Heh. True enough. Where will I dump the corpse?"
"How the hell should I know? Try that abandoned church over there, no one ever goes in."
"Sure thing. Hey, all nice and religious for his funeral!"
Siobhan didn't watch her father getting dragged along the concrete, leaving a trail of blood. She was watching the other guy approach her car, her green eyes wide in terror.
He opened the car door. Siobhan started screaming.
--
Kurt Wagner woke up, noticed what the time was and sighed. The drug barons were at it again. Why they had to use his current home as a location to do their dealings, he didn't know and neither did he care to find out. He kept to himself and although he wouldn't have minded company, he knew with his outworldly appearance, that was probably impossible. Besides, who in their right mind would try talking to that lot? He had on more than one occasion, considered preaching to them about the Lord, but knew that would be futile.
Observing them wouldn't do any harm though, it was 3'o clock in the morning, by the time he would get back to sleep, it would be daylight. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and slipped on a shirt.
He was just about to teleport when he heard gunshots. "Mein Gott!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself, hoping he had not been heard. He teleported anyway.
Too late. Whatever that man had done, he was beyond help now. Kurt watched from the roof as the man's corpse was dragged along into the direction of his church. Well he wasn't about to share his place of worship with a corpse and druggies. Not tonight anyhow. This had gone on long enough, even though this was only the first time a man had been murdered in one of the drug user's meetings, Kurt would make sure it would be the last.
He waited till they were inside the building, then teleported directly behind them. The man was too shocked at Nightcrawler's unexpected arrival to reach for a weapon. Nightcrawler needed none. As his fist swiftly connected with the man's head, his tail lashed around the man's legs, tripping him over. If the punch didn't knock the guy out cold, the stone floor did. Then Kurt realised that perhaps he should have just let the man dump the corpse, wait for them all to leave, then teleport the dead body to a nearby hospital. Now why hadn't he thought of that before resorting to violence?
Then he heard a girl scream.
God moves in mysterious ways. One bad guy down, two to go and perhaps tonight, one soul could be saved.
--
Chapter 2 will be up within a week!