Kurt
I thanked Jean. Maybe they would be able to get Lizzie back. If they couldn't, I swore to myself that I would, or I'd die trying.
I walked back to the camp, to see Mystique staring at Logan strangely. I needed the distraction, so I made the split second decision to ask what was on my mind when I met her. I strode up beside her. "Zey say zat ju can imitate anybody. Even zeir voice." Without turning, she said, "Even zeir voice," exactly as I had. I jumped slightly, but I continued. "So vhy not stay disguised all ze time? Ju know," I gestured at the others around us. "Look like everyone else." Mystique turned to me seriously. "Because we shouldn't have to," she said quietly, intensely. I smiled at her. She had said the exact thing that I had been wishing was true for years. I decided than that I quite liked her.
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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...
