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Text in italics is in German
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Somewhere outside Winzeldorf, Germany.
Lightning flashed across the sky and the crash of thunder followed. The rain came down hard as a dark figure ran across a muddy field. In the figures arms was a small bundle, the crying of a baby could be heard. As the figure ran, there appeared to be no one following. It was just the robbed figure and the baby, but the figure was afraid, it was as though something followed, something bad.
Up ahead they saw a farmhouse. The figure ran straight for it knowing it was the only place to go, Winzeldorf was too far away and it would not be safe there. The farmhouse grew nearer and nearer, safety was at hand. A light was visible through one of the windows so there was at least someone appeared to be home. Inside were a farmer and his wife settling down to an evening in front of a fire, little did they know what was about to arrive on their doorstep, their lives would change forever. Heavy knocking on the door first alerted them to the fact that someone was outside.
“Who could that be?” the farmer asked in German.
“Go and find out,“ his wife replied.
The farmer groaned as he stood up from his armchair, he’d had a hard day at work on the farm and had hoped for a nice quiet evening, he hadn’t banked on anyone coming to the door at this time of the evening. He crossed the room and opened the door, only to find that there was no one standing out there. About to turn and shut the door, he heard the sound of a baby crying. Only when he looked down did he see the bundle, he picked it up and took it into the farmhouse. His wife hearing the crying, had come over to see what had been at the door. They both looked down at the bundle in the farmers hands and looked in shook at what they saw. Instead of a human baby, they saw the face of what looked like a blue furry demon. Pale yellow eyes looked up at them.
“What is it?” his wife asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, shaking his head. “It looks like a demon.”
“But it’s just a baby, it looks harmless,” she then said, scratching at the babies chin. The baby began to giggle which made her eyes light up. “See harmless, just like a cute baby.”
“Oh sure it’s cute now but wait until it’s a demon teenager,” the farmer groaned.
“I can see him as a Kurt.”
“You can tell it’s a he without looking?”
“Of course I can, it’s a woman’s sixth sense.”
From the window, the dark figure watched. Satisfied that the baby was safe in hands with the couple, the dark figure turned around and left. “It is for your own safety my son,” the figure said.
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12 years later
“Kurt? Kurt! Kurt wake up this instant!”
Kurt Wagner rolled over in his bed, he instantly knew that he had overslept, his mothers shouting told him that. He was supposed to get up to go and help his father on the farm, being 6am that meant bringing in the cows to be milked. As he rolled over and slid out of bed, he began to dread another day of working on the farm. Most of the time he would be hiding away from the people that came and went at the farm, the rest of the time was spent helping his father. His greatest wish was to be able to go to school, to be with other kids his own age but the blue fur and tail prevented that. Kurt knew what would probably happen if anyone found out about him and would be made worse by the fact that there were a lot of deeply religious people in the nearby villages who would class him as a demon. He could recall from his mother tutoring in history what people had done to witches, burned them at the stake and no doubt they would do the same to a demon.
“Kurt! Get up now!” his mother yelled again.
“I’m coming mother,” he yelled back.
“This instance,” came the response.
Kurt suddenly imagined himself walking into the kitchen where his parents would be waiting for him. Since he had overslept they would both be mad at him. His father was no doubt waiting for him to help bring in the cows, he hated it when his father got angry. A couple of weeks ago he found out he had a strange power, one that seemed out of place. It had been when he accidentally gone into the bulls field wearing red overalls, he had forgotten that that had been the field containing the bull as he had been asked to mend the fence in the field next to it. Taking a shortcut through that field had almost been his undoing. When the bull charged at him he got so scared he closed his eyes and the only thing he thought of was his bedroom, which felt strange at the time. There was no hit from the bull and it had been close, instead as he had opened his eyes again he had found himself back in his bedroom. Somehow he had teleported himself through fear, he was so scared about what had happened he never told his parents about it.
“About time you got up, our father is waiting for you,” his mother told him. “And don’t forget to watch out for those gypsies.”
“Yes mother,” Kurt said before putting on his overalls and leaving the farmhouse.
The gypsies his mother had mentioned were camped illegally on a nearby farm. His mother always worried about what the gypsies would do if they ever saw him, they could be very superstitious and treat him the same way the nearby villagers might. He was told that the farmer who’s land they were on, had mentioned they were planning on crossing the channel into England where they said they would get money for doing nothing. His father always called the English a strange bunch.
It felt like an age before all the cows had been milked and returned to the fields, and then it was only a matter of washing down the milking parlour before he could go back into the farmhouse and have breakfast. That took half an hour, but before he could leave, he saw the head of a boy appear from the doorway, it was obvious that he was one of the gypsies. The boys’ eyes widened when he saw Kurt.
“Sheiße!” Kurt swore and quickly used his recently found power and teleported away.
Instantly he was outside the kitchen, he waited to catch his breath before doing anything else. He hoped that the gypsy boy hadn’t guessed where he would go, but at least he had finished washing down the milking parlour, his father wouldn’t be angry for leaving it unfinished. No doubt it would cause the gypsies to hunt the area anyway, he shuddered to think what gypsies would do to someone that looked like he did, the same could be said for his parents should they find out that he had been spotted.
In the kitchen he found his mother and father sat at the table, also sat at the table were a man and woman he had never seen before. If his parents had company they would give prior warning or come and tell him so something like this didn’t happen. The boy’s first instinct was to run.
“Kurt sit down,” his mother told him, she was speaking to him in English, which surprised him.
Kurt did as he was told, he wasn’t exactly going to disobey his mother. As he sat down he noticed that the two visitors didn’t appear to be afraid of him, instead they were smiling. Then it occurred on him, were his parents planning on selling him to a circus freak show? No they wouldn’t do that, would they? The young boy looked again at the couple, they didn’t look to be the circus type. The man was bald, but had a smart look about him, the woman looked like a white-haired African goddess.
“Kurt these people would like to speak to you,” his father told him.
He began to think once more and more that they were selling him to a circus.
“My name is Professor Charles Xavier,” the bald man began to say. “We have come to speak with you because Cerebro detected a unique ability that you have, your ability to teleport.”
Kurt’s eyes widened, he was shocked to find out someone knew about that, other then that gypsy boy of course, he thought he had been able to keep that a secret.
“Master Wagner, I am Headmaster at the Bàghbaile School for Mutants in Scotland,” Professor Xavier told him. “There you will be able to study with other students just like you without fear of persecution from those who would not understand our special gifts.”
Kurt noticed that the woman was staying silent. “I have alvays vanted to go to school,” he said. “But everyone vould be scared of my appearance.”
Professor Xavier nodded with understanding. “I understand your fear and your appearance won’t be a problem,” he said.
“I can see you getting on very well with Professor McCoy,” the woman said, breaking her silence.
“Why?” Kurt asked.
“Because he has blue fur just like you,” she smiled.
“Wow, really?” he gleamed, his pale yellow eyes lit up.
Both she and Professor Xavier nodded. Kurt then looked toward his parents who were both smiling, but with the school being in Scotland, it would mean that he wouldn’t see his parents until the holidays. He was actually scared to leave them.
“Kurt this is a great opportunity,” his father told him in German. “We would be disappointed if you did not go.”
Kurt nodded, his parents would be proud of him if he went. “Ja, I vill go,” he said.
His parents smiled but said nothing.
“Good, your first year will start in September,” Professor Xavier told him.
“Vhat vill we have to buy him for this school,” his mother then mentioned.
“Oh, no need to worry about that, the school provides each student with everything they need,” he assured them. “We will also provide your son with the transport he needs to get to the school.”
“Vell we can’t argue with that,” Kurt’s mother said.
His father only nodded, as he didn’t speak much English. That was why it was Kurt’s mother that was doing all the talking, while he just sat there nodding instead. Kurt smiled, he was about to live out his dream of attending a school like a regular boy his age, it was a dream come true. He couldn’t wait until September.
[Edited on 8/6/06 by Nightcrawlis]
