Innocent Demon

Chapter 2

Khopesh

Kurt POV:

I woke up early in the morning about...6:30am and get in the shower to freshen up. After a few minutes of refreshing myself I get out and dry off before getting changed into my marron embellished black suit with great difficulty due to my bloody tail. A few more minutes pass by as I struggle and once I was done, I grab the photo of Aadila, folding it up before putting it in my back pocket whilst heading out my room, going down stairs to grab a quick bite. I teleport to the kitchen that's down the long corridor and browse through the fridge grabbing, various things for my long journey ahead before closing the door and disappearing back to my room. I pack everything up into a small rucksack and head out to the Blackbird jet. I frown as I see the silver covered prankster leaning against the jet wheel. "Vhat are you doing?" I ask with a slight growl when I stop in front of him.
"I'm joining you." He side smirks and arches an eyebrow waiting for me to respond. My mouth drops open slightly,
"You and me? Vorking together? You must be joking!" I laugh uncertain and he shook his head to confirm that I was wrong. My tail drops and I sigh, "vhy?"  I ask slightly disappointed but also relieved that I wouldn't be alone on this mission.
"Because Xavier doesn't want you to go alone and we need a quick escape from where we are going." He explained nonchalantly and fiddled with his fingers. "Come on...it'll be fun! Besides...why wouldn't you want to work with me." He smiles 'innocently' and I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Come on zhen, but ve are making zhis a quick trip. No pranks." I say sternly as I walk past him and hit him with my tail on the way into the jet. I sit down in one of the pilot seats and buckle up before starting the turbocharged engine, not waiting for Peter.
Peter pouts and sighs as he seemingly 'teleported' to his seat beside me. I look over to him whilst pressing the button above me to close the loading dock door before putting in the coordinates for our assumed destination.

Aadila POV:

I ran.
I ran as fast as I could. Jumping over crates and swinging off posts to the roof tops as I leapt from top to top. I looked back to see the hunters hot on my trail. The rags that hid my face prevented the sunlight from getting in my eyes as I looked around for a quick escape. I saw that the roof up ahead was quite the distance and I smirked as I picked up speed, my bare feet pad on the dust covered roof I was currently on before reaching the very edge; pouncing across to the other side. Slipping slightly when landing on the next roof I went into a roll to recover from the impact then stood up and looked at the men much further away from me once before running off incase they had back up crawling up the ladders on the wall of the building. I slipped into a shop to take cover as I pretended to browse around the back of the shop unnoticed. I tried to hide my light yellow skin the best I could with the tattered brown sleeves of my cloak as they entered the shop. They started from one side stupidly and worked their way around the shop. I stayed parallel to them on the other side and when they got to the back of the shop...I was out. I sprinted to my hide out. My safety. Once I got in I sighed and took off my cloak, unwrapped the rags around my head and sat down on the pillows with an exhausted sigh that I had made a makeshift bed out of. I turned on the ancient TV and watch the News to find out what was going on in the world today and previous days. Election Day for the Americans... "Boring..." I chimed, drained and tired of running all day. I left the TV on as I got up and dragged my tired feet to the little travel fridge down the dilapidated small hallway to scavenge what was left of the food stored inside. "I'm running low on food... I should go get some more." I glanced back towards the screen upon hearing the infamous word 'mutants' as I saw a group of mutants that call themselves the X-Men who have now defeated Apocalypse and saved the mundane humans.
Humans...ugh.
The people who despise us because of our gifts. The people who abandoned and tortured us. The people who tried to kill me! I grew angry and ended up breaking my TV with my powers. "Not again..." I whined, "I need to learn to control them." I sighed as the dust settled around the fallen over tv. I tuck my chest length ash blonde, streaked pink hair behind my ears as I peaked out a hole in the wall to look outside. The coast was clear for now, to go back out and retrieve much needed items. I used my tail to grab my cloak and put it back on to hide myself and lifted the hood up as I head out, disregarding the rags to hide my face.
I looked around the busy market for what I thought I needed in my little home... I picked up a small gold embellished trinket that caught my eye, reflecting the world around it. I held it up about eye level and my pink and orange eyes widened. I was about to make a run for it but I ran straight into a tall muscular guy who wore an evil smirk. "Fuck." I looked up at him and stepped back slowly before having something pulled over my head muffling my scream before I felt a sharp pain in my neck, sending me to sleep.

All I can remember is being tossed into a box half asleep for quite sometime as I began to get cramps from the small confinement. Then suddenly as I came around from my deep sleep I heard...cheering and hooting? With a voice above it all saying...
"Let the fight begin!"