Quick note: Google if you don't know the characters. I have a bad habit of using all their names i.e Kurt is also Kurti, Mr Wagner (Vagner), elf, fuzzy and Nightcrawler. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Birdsong and burning flesh

Kurt woke up groggily to birdsong and the gentle glow of the rising sun. The way the pinkish rays that complemented the soft green leaves on the tree outside the window did nothing to cheer up the young mutant. To put it bluntly: he felt like shit. The night, which was usually his element, did nothing but torture him all night. The thick shadows reached out to him, taunting him, their crude caresses scratching at his soul. The nightmares had come strong and fast and, although Kurt couldn't remember much, the flashes of fire and blood had left him with a pretty good impression on what they were about. Oh the flames were so real he could still smell burning flesh in his nostrils, the scars on his body screamed out as he relived their creations. Kurt couldn't stand it for much longer.

Two weeks he had been unable to sleep and the rest of the institute were starting to pick up on it. He had found friendship for the first time outside his family and Nightcrawler couldn't bear to let them feel his pain. He didn't want to burden them. So he put on his face to begin yet another Kurti masquerade. After chucking on a plain black t-shirt and an old pain of jeans, he BAMFed down to the dining room where Ororo had decorated the table with every breakfast concoction available. Kurt absentmindedly reached for the large stack of pancakes and some orange juice as the rest of his 'family' stumbled in and began to follow suit. After commenting that Kurt's meal was twice as large as normal, even for him, Jamie and Rahne began chatting excitedly about school but it was still too early for anyone else to strike up a conversation. Usually Kurt took on the task of entertainer but he no longer had the energy.

20 minuets later, most of the team pilled into Scott's car and began to awaken after their hearty meal whilst Kurt slid quietly into the back. No one seemed to notice his lethargic attitude as they pulled up to the high school. Kitty suddenly realised she had German first lesson and tactfully turned to her walking dictionary.

"Hey earth to Kurt! Like wake up fuzzy."

"Ja, vas?" replied Kurt.

"I, um…like, you know you love me" Kurt tensed "Well, could you, like, gimme a few German sentences about going to the cinema….please?" Kitty pleaded.

Kurt groaned loudly before wordlessly grabbing her textbook and scrawling a quick explanation about her weekend; before the joker side of him slipped in a few words about her Kitty dancing around her room screaming out the latest pop CD she had brought. That CD had brought the rest of the mansion a lot of pain and ruined everyone's weekend. No song, no matter how crap, deserved to be screeched in that way. He handed back the book, his smile gently gracing his features.

"Here, Katzchen" Kurt said.

"Aww, like, thanks." She muttered before running off towards the sunrise.

Kurt sighed and dragged his tired form towards the science labs which, sadly, were at the top of the school. His heart had stopped throbbing in his exhausted chest a few days ago but his heaving body was still on the verge of collapsing. This is why he now moved towards class a few minuets earlier, to let his exhaustion catch up with the curriculum.

Sagging in his seat at the back of the classroom, Kurt laid his head tiredly on the wall as the rest of the students poured in. None glared at his pointy ears, his long blue tail flopped out behind him or even his dull golden eyes as they took their allocated seats.; however not even his image inducer could hide his half-dead corpse flopped on the table.

The teacher, Mr Herr, strode in confidently and scanned his class critically. In Germany, Herr is a polite way of addressing a male elder so when Kurt had addressed him as 'Herr Herr' on their first day he really didn't see the issue with what he had said. Obviously the language barrier made all the Americans in the room (98%) take this as an insult or something akin to 'Ha ha'. Now every science lesson Mr Herr insisted making a mockery out of him for this supposed 'insolence'.

"Okay then class, I though we would do a practical today so were all going to crack on with testing substances for ethanol…commonly known as alcohol." He added at for the sake of the less educated or awake in his class.

"Now Wagner, come and help me with the presentation" He sneered.

"Mein got, just Vundebar" Kurt mumbled as he dragged himself upwards.

"We. Speak. English. Here." The teacher mocked. The class sniggered in turn, hey, anything to get the evil prof off their backs.

As the teacher handed a solvent to Kurt and began a long winded explanation on tests they had already done, the elf began to drift into a daydream. The floor looked so inviting right now. So soft. Kurt swayed, feeling drained when suddenly the teacher brought a Bunsen burner toward the solvent. He panicked. Fire. All Kurt could see was Fire. He dropped the solvent in it's glass vile and screamed hysterically at the man, backing into the corner with every decibel.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Nein. Nein. Nein." He cried sinking into the corner, bringing his knees to his chest. "Nein, Bitte. BITTE, Nein" he shrieked at the very confused audience their expressions only adding to the boy's hysteria.

As he broke into sobs, Jean suddenly burst into the room (who had luckily been just across the hall taking biology and the whole floor could hear the commotion so she needn't waste time getting out of class) and assessed the situation.

"Mr Herr, turn of the Bunsen" she stated coolly as she strode other to the boy. Kurt's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his chest heaving as he reached Hysteria. Mr Herr killed the flame as Jean took his shoulders and entered Kurt's mind.

Kurt can you hear me? She thought.

BITTE,Nein, Nein, ich bin nicht ein Damon Bitte nein . He rambled.

Kurt calm down! Please theres no fire anymore Kurt. Relax she pleaded.

But he couldn't. All Kurt was seeing was the flames. The flames and the blood and the people. The scary men that had jabbed his seven year old frame with those horrible pointy things. His body was tired like that day, there was fire like that day and there was a crowd that hated him like that day. All Kurt could see was his most traumatic memory. What he didn't realise was that he had projected all this straight into Jeans mind who had linked to him to restrain him from teleporting and hyperventilating as his body couldn't keep up with either of those functions. She gasped as the nightmare consumed her. Valiantly Kurt took the strain off her mind despite being in panic. This caused him to loose consciousness and he collapsed just as Scott came in.

Darkness engulfed his mind but it didn't stop his body. Kurt faded to cries of: "What the Hell?" "Freaky" "Scott he's having a fit…help…..the…..vomited blood…home….professor…..oh God" it trailed off. At least the fire had stopped.

Xavier peered down at the boy. Kurt had been to unstable to put anywhere but the sofa in the entrance of the mansion. The foyer had turned into a miniature med wing. The young blue mutant lay out topless, in all his elven glory. It's amazing, the professor mused, that a boy in so much pain still managed to look so graceful and elegant. He wished Kurt could see himself as beautiful. The professor had been forced to look into his mind and saw that poor Kurt was trapped in another memory of Windzeldorf.

Xavier had just managed to stop the flames in time to save the poor child. Kurt had been brutally beaten to a bloody pulp and burnt at the stake like an animal. The crowd's brutalism had deeply shocked the professor; what kind of man had managed to justify repeatedly stabbing a child with a pitchfork? It was a cruel sight to see them beat a young one half to death but what scared him even more was Kurt. When he'd gotten the boy down all he did was apologise. It was frightening to see a seven year old apologising for being tortured and Kurt didn't stop until he fell into unconsciousness. No matter what mutant Xavier had rescued he had stayed strong but with Kurt he had been reduced to tears after carrying the poor child back to his parents. When he had set up his institute for 'gifted youngsters' he had immediately sent a letter back to Germany for hopes the brave Kurt would join.

The night crawler moaned softly, bringing Xavier back to the present. Suddenly Kurt resumed shaking and curled into a ball. This caused him to roll of the sofa and the disorientation sent him back into panic. Logan, who had been watching in a doorframe, silently strode over and took the elf in his arms. Then the whimpers came as Kurt slowly took in his surroundings.

"L-Logan….Pro-Professor…ugh…?" he moaned slowly regaining his body.

"That's right elf, you're here and safe" Logan comforted as the boy curled into his chest. Logan hated seeing the poor boy shaking so much. It scarred even him, a man whose heart was a hard as his indestructible metal bones.

"Wha-what happened. I was at school and….and then there was f…ffff-fire." He stammered, shaking in the Wolverine's arms.

"It's ok Kurt, I altered your class' memories to thinking you fainted- that was the best I could do- and that the girl next to you started screaming, thinking you were dead to explain the screaming." The Prof explained "Now I understand completely Kurt so I'm going to give you a few days off of school as there are only a few more days till mid-term break.

"Ja, Herr Xavier…Ja" Kurt responded, stumbling to his feet.

The two elders watched tentatively as he rose to his feet. Swaying slightly, Kurt began to walk off towards his room, still scared off being attacked. With a quick nod, Logan accompanied him, leaving Charles in his wheelchair.

After Hank had confirmed, the professor had realised something was wrong with Kurt. Well more than usual anyway. The boy had been eating three times as much food as his normal mountainous helpings but had still managed to rapidly loose weight. His tail had all but fallen of, the appendage no longer swayed to his mood and beneath his midnight blue fur, Kurt's skin had paled. Not to mention the recent mental breakdown and the fact his psyche had been screaming his nightmares at Xavier for the past week. All in all Kurt was suffering and no one knew enough about his body to help him. The child was dying and crying out for help no one could give.

"I'll have to find Mystique and contact his foster parents" he mumbled aloud, contemplating his last resorts. If only they had both of Kurt's biological parents to study. Maybe they could help Kurt?

Be careful what you wish for he thought to himself as a sudden RHWFT sound echoed though the house. Not a second later Kurt screamed.

Shit. Bub come quick Logan thought desperately.

Ha ha, tis my first ever chapter. 3 reviews and I'll put up another. By the way I was kind of worried about writing this cause I've got 3 different story ideas I'm working on and this one kind of just flew off the keyboard. I am planning on more action and blood but I want to make this a good story so a few chapters need to be build ups. It's based on x-men, duh, evolution but I still think the Kurt in wolverine and the x-men is cooler and end up thinking of Kurt as a cross between the two, mainly with completely yellow eyes and shorter hair.

Sorry if I fail at grammar/ spelling. I did look through like 8 times! Promise!

Peace out and please review. 3:)