Disclaimer: I don't own x-men

A/N: Kurt is awesome.

Chapter Twenty-One

The lump on his head was calming where Garren had thrown it against a wall, knocking him unconciouse, leading to his capture.

He had only meant to take a walk.

He was scared.

And the things he saw in one night was enough to last him a lifetime.

He shuddered at the memories that were engulfing his mind; something that he would never forget.

' She never looked at me like that, ya know? Never like you and everyone else. Not like my father. '

' Rogue? '

' My mother. '

A shuddery breath escaped his lips as he huddled in the corner, standing and edgy, ' She loved. And she died. No one...no one never ever...no one ever..., ' another breath, ' Don't you understand? That's why I need her. I need Rogue. Marie-mother, all dark and shining, not so bad. She can be quiet and tell me stories. I made her smile once. ' His face changed from pride to humor. He was laughing, ' And I can be anyone she wants me to be. '

Kurt looked to the ceiling, white-washed and chipped, attempting to stay the confusion.

Get me out of here...

It didn't help when he closed his eyes.

It made it all the more frightening, the scenerio more striking. He needed to watch him, needed to be aware. Needed to be ready if he struck.

However, he was tied and bound to a bed. A soiled bed. A vomit-ridden bed. A bed of his own making for it had been his own illness that covered him as he watched the sickly mutant mutilate himself.

The derranged mumblings of his mother helped none for when Kurt had questioned about his father, Garren had lashed out, pulling Kurt by the hair, shoving a sewing needle in the German's thigh over and over, causing him to scream.

When exhausted, he left him there, the sound of the door slamming behind him.

He needed to get out of here.

Garren had injected him with a sedative that had suppressed his mutant powers, but the medication was begining to wear off, and if the madman stayed away, it wouldn't be too long before Kurt could leave.

The way he spoke of Rogue was frightening. Now he understood his sisters pain and her reluctance to trust Gambit. What had the mutant done to her?

He blinked.

It was just one individual. Why were they blundering so in taking him down?

Xavier would wish to help him, give him another chance. But Kurt's anger, vengence, and fright wouldn't allow it.

He knew what it meant to be hated, dispised, and sought after by his physical appearance. Where as he had become a recluse for it, Garren had lashed back. He had his watch, Garren had his power.

It wasn't the fact that he was different. They both shared that fact in more ways than one. The problem was the man was mentally unstable.

He would kill him. He had harmed many, but it was for Rogue that drove him to such acts. He would kill him and he wouldn't fail this time.

' I'm...turning into a monster. '

His left thigh was numb now. He cursed the man, making his escape all the more crippled.

He needed time.

' Kurt? '

His head whipped to the individual at the door.

He hadn't even heard anyone enter inside the house.

Garren poised the hypo needel and edged to the bed.

' What were you thinking about? '

The German was silent, only trying to hold back childish tears that were threatening to spill.

Another sedative...he wasn't going to make it out alive...

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' You know why I chose you, chere? '

Rogue turned to look at the thief, memories flooding her mind. She had remembered questioning him previously in such a matter when she had been angered.

' Why? '

' Don't know. Don't figure it's love if you can name reasons. Somethings I like, other's I don't, but its all you. '

' You love meh? '

A nod and a smile, ' No promises, no regrets, no questions petit. Just know. '