Kurt
I sat crouched on one of the passenger seats, head bowed, while the two women worked the controls. They had been trying to contact "the Professor" for at least an hour. Miss Munroe was getting frustrated. "No one's answering!" Miss Grey looked at her. "Why don't you take a break?" she suggested gently. "I'll keep trying."
I tried to ignore them and continued praying, thumbing my rosary. Miss Munroe sat beside me, the feeling her eyes on me making my skin prickle. "Zey are angelic symbols," I said quietly, answering her unasked question. I turned to her, opening my eyes. "Passed on to mankind by the Archangel Gabriel." I had researched them for months after they had been forced onto my skin. It was an obsession. I couldn't seem to stop myself, despite the fact that the more that I learned of them, the more I despised myself. Miss Munroe smiled. "They're beautiful," she whispered. "How many do you have?" I sighed. "Vone for each sin. I.... did some of zem myself, mostly on my legs but..... I.... some of zem vere done for false sins.... vones I never did....." Her eyes widened. "I- I'm sorry," she said. I shook my head. "It's ok. Ju did not do zem, did ju?"
We sat in awkward silence for a few seconds, before I changed the subject. "So, ju and Miss Grey. Ju are both..... schoolteachers?" She nodded. "Yes, at a school for people like us. Where we can be... safe." I blinked. "Safe from vhat?" I asked curiously. She shook her head sadly. "Everyone else." I sighed and murmured, "Ju know, outside of ze circus, most people vere afraid of me, but I never hated zem. I pitied zem. Do ju know vhy?" Miss Munroe shook her head. A small smile spread across my face. "Because most people vill never know anything beyond vhat zey see with zeir own two eyes. She shook her head at me, clenching her fists. "I gave up on pity a long time ago," she muttered. I caressed her cheek, and to my surprise, she didn't pull away. "Somevone as beautiful as ju shouldn't be so...angry." I sighed. "I have a friend like ju. She had horrible zings done to her, and ja, she vas angry. She had every right to be, but she never acted on it, never grew bitter." Miss Munroe looked down. "Sometimes anger can help you survive," she said quietly. I smiled. "So can faith."
Miss Grey called, "Storm." Miss Munroe pulled away from me, turning towards the cockpit. "I found an active com device." She seemed surprised. "Where?"
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The Demon's Angel
FanfictionKurt Wagner is a normal teenage boy, or at least normal for a circus acrobat. He loves to run, joke with his sister, Amanda, and read. He's a devout Catholic. There's just one tiny detail missing: he's blue. When his demonic looks get him in trouble...
