*authors notes* this is my first time so please no flames. My computer only has notepad and i am terrible at grammar and spelling and all of that stuff. There is no spell check on my laptop. So please note that. this version of kurt has a much different and darker past that will be revealed later on.

Chapter 1

Running, he was always running. He had to get away or they would kill him. Kurt darted through the streets, taking dark alleyways, climbing buildings, but thhey always seemed to be on his tail. (literally) Every man and woman in this god forsaken town was trying to kill him. A man threw some sharp object and it cut his shoulder open. Yelping in pain Kurt teleports away but only a good two blocks down the road. The attempt leaves him dizzy, weak, and gasping for air. Red blood gushes down Kurts fur, staining the cement street. He tries to stand but a heavy pole crashes against his head. Multiple hands grab his wrists and hold him down, he struggles to break free but fails miserbly. Curses echo in his pointy blue ears while men bring a stake. The demon looking teenager opens his scared watery eyes to see the sharp piece of wood get jabbed into his chest. Kurt woke up. He slowly realeased the bunches of hay that he was clinging to. Wiped away the sweat that dribbled down his furry face and neck. He realized that he was in the same cage, in the same freak show, and at the same carnival. Part of him was releived, but the other had really hoped he had escaped. Kurt had lost track of how long he'd been trapped here. Trapped at a stupid freak show and thought of as an animal. Treated like one too... no the animals were fed, they put him in a cage and told him not to stand on two legs or else. Of course... the cage took care of that problem. It was to small to stand in so kurt was forced to walk on all fours or sit on his haunches. Sometimes they took him out on a leash, but not often. In fact he could only remember going out once or twice in front of an audience. Like a lion the ringmaster had whipped him away screaming "obey me demon!" "Obey me you beast of hell!" Kurt Wagner rubbed one of the many scars he had from his past. Treating it like it had just been cut open. The boy had many from being beaten at the circus, but a couple he has carried since he was a baby.
He shys away into a shadow as two men approach the steel bars. They yank his arm and his poor, weak body follows. Slamming against the wooden floor as they inject their mutant suppresent into him. It burned. Unfortunetly for blue boy, Jardine, (the circus's owner) has done his research, and knows what Kurts "mutant power" is. Teleportation. Dissipearing in an instant, and reappearing somewhere else. So his little daily dose keeps him from going anywhere. Kurt winced as the needle broke skin, (or fuzz which ever you guys prefer!) He used to fight it, but that only gained getting beaten until he blacked out. He jumped in surprise as one of the men began speaking to him.
"you better not talk today creepy." Kurt didn't reply, he knew not to talk. It was prohibited; he tried it before, whispering "help me" into some chicks ear. But she freaked out and told Jardine; the circus owner had him beaten every night for a week. So Kurt just looked up at the man with his golden eyes. Wishing he could teleport outta here, and punch Jardine. Yes, he believed in reedemption, and forgiveness, but Jardine deserved at least a good bloody nose fer what he had put Kurt through the past year or so.
"Good boy" The guy said pulling his syringe out of Kurts shoulder "what am I? a dog now? He thinks to himself retreating to the back corner of his cage. He closed his eyes, and tried to remember ever getting warm food, clean clothes, a bath, love, a bed, or even his own name. Now he is just freak, or monster, or demon, or animal, or c... "His thoughts were interuppted when some group of gawkers started staring at him. Kurt knew the routine, and whispered responses under his breath.
"Mom! what is THAT!"
"I-I uh don't know" she looked at him "probably some freak of nature that doesn't deserve much better."
Kurt sighed, so it was freak now.
Some punk looking boy butted in, "I heard they painted a deformed monkey blue!"
"What!" Kurt thought, "Shudup Martin! It doesn't even look like a monkey!" A girl Pointed at me "besides, the sign says FREAK SHOW, De-mon"
"Danke" Kurt mumbled.
But what else could it be?
I don't know but if it was a monkey then why did they give it pants.
Caus I am not a monkey and i still have a bit of dignity left. Kurt thought and sneered at the two arguing siblings.

Then two people walked up, one was a girl with pink hair and a "Fashion" shirt on, (will later be introduced as Breezy) and the guy she was latched onto had spikey brown hair and a "Rock on" black top. (guess who? Avalanch yeah. He just ain't in the brotherhood yet heh heh heh.) The guy had a hotdog. So what does a nearly starved to death, adorable fuzzball do? Play cute, what else? Kurt lashed his tail and paced the cage, smiling and rolling around. He leaned next to the bars and wagged his pointed demon tail. Through the mask he Kurt feels as if he is going to break down from a variety of cruel things. Just smiling is hard, opening his broken eyes and sore body is no picnic either. But the crowd buys it, and so does the pink headed girl. "Awwww, look Lance! It wants your hotdog!"
"But, b-breez I payed three bucks for that!"
She glared at him and grabbed a five dollar bill out of her purse. "Here, there now you can go get another one."
He began to protest, but then looked at the cash. "Can I keep the change?" and so on The girl threw the half eaten hot dog through the bars. Kurt grabbed it immidiatly and started eating the remainder of it.
He glanced up to thank the girl but she was already running off to go get her boyfriend.
A couple hours passed that way. People walking up to his cage and discussing what he was. He only got a couple of nearly eaten hot dogs, and about a handful of popcorn. By the time noon came Kurt was too tired to even crawl. Kids came up and threw rocks at him, when they didn't get a reaction some boy poked him with a stick. After a couple of growls and a showing of his fangs the kids ran off screaming. Kurt layed his head back down only to hear a girls voice.
"Hi i'm Kitty Pryde."
Kurt glanced back up and the first thing that went through his mind was that this beautiful girl was an angel.
"Can't you like talk?" she looked confused He looked up a her with pleading eyes and shook his head, finger pointing towards a gaurd/worker.
"oh.."
"please.. help me..." his hoarse voice croaked.
"Don't worry i will" she smiled, and put her hand on his face "But, your gonna have to wait until night cause we don't like wanna be be caught."
"Ja" he whispered as his angel walked away before he could utter another word. Kurt closed his eyes again exhaustion fighting to put him under.

"Yeah Proff it's like way worse than you thought and he is soo freaky." Kitty said into her communicator as she slipped behind a tent. Closing her eyes she remembered everything. You could see hhis ribs clearer than anything else, blood and dirt made it impossible to tell what color he was. Bruises and cuts made up about 80% of his body and his face... she shuddered. Not because he had fangs and pointy ears and such. His face was bloody, cracked, dry lips showing no signs of ever meeting water. But the guy's eyes were haunting. Glowing gold, broken down and beaten into a sad pale yellow. Every bad memory and nightmare visible by the many shattered sorrows in his eyes.
"Yes, It was convenient for that travelling circus to come to Bayville. Cerebro has been picking his trail up for about a year but he is almost always moving."
"Poor boy, he must have a really terrible time."
"Whats the situation Shadowcat?"
"Proff he is like in a cage meant for a dog on an airplane, he looks like he hasn't eaten for a month or two, and he has so many cuts, blood and scars from all of these jerks i can hardly see what he looks like."
"Does he trust you kitty?"
"I don't know, I mean if I was treated like him I wouldn't trust anybody." she growled "The guy was like totally scared of me, It took a while just ta get him to talk.!"
"Your doing well, just make sure he isn't too scared of us." The communicator beeped twice then shut off.
"Ugh!" Kitty put it in her pocket.

All Kurt could think about was that girl. Kitty... wasn't it? Was she telling the truth or lying to make him feel terrible when she didn't come back. He winced at the thought of that. He waited for her to come around with a key or something. But it was always people that came around to the freak show. More "what is it?" and stupid monkey stories. He was about to earn another hotdog from this little kid when some random guy, called out. "The trapeze show is starting!" Everyone around his cage ran off inside the tent, the hot dog included. He could remember being on a trapeze. With his agility it was easy, jumping through hoops and hanging on stuff. That was the kind of circus preformer Kurt was. Not a freakshow. Then he looked at his hands, his blue three fingered hands. His tail wrapped around himself. A tear fell down his fuzzy cheek. "Maybe I do belong here." his voice cracked. Then Kurt put his face in his hands and cried. "I do belong here." he sobbed "I belong in a cage, imma freak" He curled up in a corner and cried to himself until sleep relieved him.
There was voices. A woman crying and the sound of rushing water.

"Get up animal" some guys voice echoed in Kurts head. Kurt grunted as a boot slammed into his ribs.
"I said get up!" The guy grabbed him and threw him into the cage's metal bars. Kurt moaned as he tried to get himself onto his haunches. Everything hurt; he felt metal get latched around his neck. The leash, "Why are they doing this now?" He thought as the man pulled him by a chain. Still feeling dizzy, Kurt was yanked right into the ground. Rain sokaing his fur. It was cold, and the wet fur made linger long after the tent covered him. People were screaming and laughing and pointing at the demon. They grabbed the other end of the chain and gave it to the lion tamer. SOmeone else grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling it back so a lady could put a harness on him. Leather wrapped around his face, strips of it connecting to a wooden bit in his mouth. "Great" Kurt mumbled under his breath "Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you! A real demon!" The crowd went wild as the guy grabbed a whip.
"I will conqure you demon!" The tamer yelled cracking his whip. He flung it at Kurt who dodged it. Another blow came for him, he jumped but it wrapped around his leg. Kurt came crashing to the ground, in response the croud cheered louder. Hurting his ears. More blows from the whip came. The mutant dodged some, but most of them hit him. Cutting open old scars and creating immense pain for blue boy. He backed away noticing Kitty in the crowd. But she wasn't cheering she looked... sad.. sorry almost. For a moment their eyes met, Both forgeting where they were. The man caught Kurt off gaurd and a heavy blow hit his chest. Shattering his shard of time with Kitty. Kurt yelped and grabbed a pole; climbing up it for saftey. He of course forgot that the tamer had his chain. The man yanked it sending the "demon" falling. Kurt hit the ground again and all of the air left his chest. He'd fallen at least twenty feet... Darkness scrawled across his vision enclouding the world around. He felt the Lion Tamer grabbed him by the neck and raise him to the crowd. "I have conquered HELL! He laughed'
The crowd aplauded louder, cheering and screaming encore.
Kurt could feel multiple hands grabbing him. The world seemed a mix of dizzy blackness. The harness was taken off and he felt cold. Something was put in his mouth, he had no idea what it was until water trickled down his dry throat. After a sip of water he was put back in his cell. Kurt could feel the dry hay, and oak wood. Red liquid running down his chest dying his fur crimson, he didn't want to open his eyes. It seemed like a bad dream,one that lasted for hours. It was dark outside now, but he was no better. He was so scared so confused. Kurt had no idea what to say or do until a familiar voice rang in his pointy ears.
"Are- are you okay?" the girl rolled her eyes at how stupid she sounded. Of course he wasnt ok.
Kurt opened his gold eyes and backed away into a corner of his cage. She seemed hurt and whispered, "don't worry I won't hurt you" Kurt came a lttle closer.
"It's me remember? Kitty.. Kitty Pryde"
"Go with her" a deep voice rang in his head.
He looked around, even more scared then before.
"thats alright, come on. i can get you out." the boy responded by pushing himself against the bars. his own blood smearing across the cool metal.
She smiled, seemingly happy with him trusting her. "I want you to come with me, see theres this school for people like us."
"Like us?" he studied her for a minute. "How can you compare yourself to me?" "You're beautiful. I'm a...
she held his face in her hands and their eyes met. "no your not." the angel continued.
"Uh I didn't like catch your name." Kitty glanced at the sign.
Kurt thought a minute, trying to remember a time where Freak wasn't his name. "uh..k-kurt, Ja Kurt Wagner."
"Kurt Wagner?"
"It is better than monster or demon." Kurt looked down.

"Take my hand" Kitty extended her hand out to him. To kitty's suprise he shyed away. She quirked a confuzed eyebrow. "what? i'm not going to hurt you i promise." he came a bit closer, grabbing her hand. A tingly feeling swept over him, he felt himself being pulled foreward into...no past the bars. When he reopened his eyes kurt was on the ground, with grass and.. he whipped his head back to see the cage behind him... She had pulled him through the bars as if they weren't there... He was free.

kitty smiled a little before bringing him to his feet.
"See? isn't it nice to be on two legs again?" she held him up his arm draped over her shoulders.
"Ja" He glanced at the pretty girl next to him. "Kitty... w-why are you helping ME?" he looked down, he was afraid to look in her burning saphire eyes.
"Because" she touched his chin and made his eyes meet hers, "You deserve to be helped Kurt, and the prof like totally wants you ta join the team."
He was about to ask "what team?" when a wave of pain shot through him. He stumbled over, kitty having to hold him up. "hey..?" she panicked, "w-whats going on?"
Kurt opened his mouth but no words came out. He knew what had happened. That water he was given after the show... it was drugged, not only with mutant suppressant but it had a seditive as well. Gritting his teeth KUrt released his weight from kitty. pushing foreward to.. wherever she was taking him. AFter the two had snuck out of the circus, kitty loaded kurt into a black car. After helping him onboard she climbed in.
"he doesn't look so good Shadowcat." The driver commented, seeing kurt through the rear view mirror.
She allowed him to sleep, resting his head on her lap. with gentle fingers, Kitty brushed through the teens matted fur, imagining how soft it would be later. "I know Mr. Mcoy... he fell over on the way to the car.. do you know why?"
"No.. but after a few tests I will." she nodded turning back to kurt. he WAS freaky, but... the guy was nicer than anyone she had ever met.
your beautiful thats what Kurt had said.

why do I care?

about an hour later-

Kitty sat on a lab chair in the medical wing waiting for hank a.k.a beast to get results. kurt lay on a bed, in the same shape he was an hour ago. bloody and dirty.
"Kitty." hank put a blue furry hand on kurts shoulder. "yeah." she stood up, chair tipping over from her sudden rush.
"Kurt is fine just needs time to heal. He's been drugged constantly for around a year now. the display you saw on the way to the x-van was a seditive kickng in." he shrugged pulling the needles out of Kurt's arm.
"seditive?" KItty was smart in everything except medicne. The word was familiar though.
"a sedative is used to put people to sleep or in more official terms sedate them." Hank chuckled. With a strong hand he began to gently shake Kurt.
"what are you doing?" kitty stepped foreward protectivly.
"Go to bed Kitty you look tired, besides when you wake up young mr. wagner will be in much better shape."
She huffed something under her breath then walked out of the medical wing. POuting the entire way. Hank's smile broadend when Kurt's eyes slowly opened. It took a minute for him to realize where he was, when he got his bearings he jumped Before he could go very far Beast grabbed the mutants arm.
"let me go!" Kurt wailed softly, Hank cringed at how hoarse his voice was.
"calm down Kurt." Hank handed him a glass. The mutant took it suspicously peering in to see clear liquid.
"it's water." Hank pointed out. Kurt just stared at it. "there's nothing in it Kurt." Beast grabbed the glass and took a sip. "see?"
The bloody teen hesitantly grasped the cup. Downing it's contents in a gulp. Hank grinned at his sucess.
"see I'm not trying to trick you Kurt, my name is mr. Mcoy."
"v-vhere's Keety?" he breathed weakly the experience of talking becoming more and more familiar. Hank felt terrible due to the fact that kurt was shaking hard enough to make the arm he was holding him with quake.
"she's up in her room hopefully sleeping." Hank pouted doubtfully. "meanwhile I got to meet you." KUrt gave him yeah-right glare, no one GOT to meet him, they were forced to lay eyes him.
"well mr. wagner I think before I bandage all of this, that you should take a shower." Kurt's ears perked up at the sound of shower, he wanted to be clean...
"Ahh I see that got your attention, come on." Beast helped the mutant to his feet and brought him over to a shower room that was kept in the medical wing. Hank handed Kurt a white towel and closed the shower door. "i'll go get you something to sleep in."

Meanwhile Kurt stood in the shower room, confused at why people were being nice to him. Stripping off the rags he called pants, the mutant turned the knob that was labeled hot. Embaressed that it took a minute to remember how to operate a shower. A deep audible sigh was heard throughout the four walls that enclosed him as hot water began to fall. It washed away the grime and blood, revealing blue fur beneath. He ran the mens shampoo and conditioner through his shaggy hair. The water streamed through, taking away the hay and dirt, leaving smooth hair and the scent of pine. His body took longer, scrubbing away grime with the bar of soap. Finally happy with himself, Kurt turned off the shower and retrieved the towel with his tail.

Hank waited patiently outside the showeroom holding grey sweatpants and underwear. Both having a slit to snake his tail through. When Kurt cameout Beast began to laugh.
"It's good to have another blue guy here." Kurt gave a small smile before accepting the clothes.
"danke."
" bitte schon." Hank replied earning a suprised look from the teen.
"trust me that's about all I know." The Blue teacher patted Kurts shoulder. "Get dressed, then we can patch you up.." Kurt did as told, pulling on the soft clothing. It was by far the cleanest thing he had worn in over a year. SMooth cotton brushing against his fur. He even found holes to slip his tail through. When finished the boy was guided back to the bed. Hesitantly he sat down. Bandages were wrapped around his more futil wounds, while others were just given medicine to heal faster. Beast was quiet in his work, making sure every bandage and stitch was put somewhere comfortable. By the time it was all over, the seditive from earlier had reclaimed Kurt, pulling him back to sleep.