To Hell! (Kurt)

[Gummy]

Kurt had been busy, too busy for his liking. Recently he was too exhausted even to Bamf! The Bamfs were even exhausted from trying to help Kurt and that was impressive considering their energy was that of a two year old having eaten a bucket load of blue sweets! He kept up with the school work; just about; but everything else was lagging behind. His lessons were not as enthusiastically delivered and he was found to be dozing in his room after breaks and lunch by the pupils.

Then sometimes he would not even turn up for the lesson but send one of the Bamfs to deliver the work that was required to be completed and placed on his desk before the end of day. The training of some of the Gen-X pupils was also not going as well as some would like. He had near enough fallen to sleep at the controls of the Danger Room and then there was the episode with the glitched Danger Room. He knew how it felt to be inside there when it was all going wrong.

He had been caught in the act by Cable a couple of times and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his fatigue and injuries for much longer. Even when the hot days were there he still wore either a shirt or something with long sleeves to cover what was going on underneath. His facade was good for those who didn't know him well and he kept his distance from those who did know him well. His excuses were varied including an ongoing date with a woman from NYC which kept him busy on the weekends and some week day nights.

None knew that for a while it was his mother, then an excuse for being away. Sometimes, it was a random excuse of needing to be elsewhere like his church or helping a friend. His injuries, when asked, were excused by him doing exercises with a friend or the bamfs causing him issues.

All this lying, all this deceiving, it hurt! It made him angry. That anger was growing with each day. He stopped attending church. He couldn't stand the guilt. He wanted to return desperately to the priesthood but knew that it wouldn't be possible for a long time.

The choice he made was for the better. The choice he made was to help innocents that he had helped to create. To make a balance. To put in place something which would ultimately cause the downfall of someone. If he couldn't stand this burden then it would be him. If he could... then others would fall.

He prayed for strength and wisdom. He prayed for the ending of what was happening. He prayed for a good outcome. Yet, with each task, with each trial, each job. It became harder. Kurt was winning one war but loosing another.

Looking out over NYC he could see the people who seemed to never sleep. The bustle below and the scars it had received over time but had risen time and time again to be the amazing city he saw before him. If a city of people could recover and be strong enough to fight, so would he. He had to, there was no choice.

[Gummy]

Time had passed and Kurt was even more exhausted. The school work and his 'extericual' activities were making it even harder. What was more was he had had another red bamf appear and that meant he had been summoned. This time though it wasn't a message more one word, a word he had been dreading.

"Come."

Kurt grabbed his jacket and swords before holding out his hand to the Bamf whilst looking back at the three blue ones. Nodding they looked worried back at him. Within a split second his room was replaced by the scene of chaos. The air was hot, the landscape was burning. There were demons, imps, people, creatures and who knew what fighting. The noise was tremense. The sound of battle, the shouts of glory or cries of pain all mingled to a cacophony at a point that he was only aware the Bamf was talking when it appeared on his shoulder. The words fading as fast as they were spoken but the Bamf's pointing finger made him look at a huge group where the ground was almost clear apart from three people fighting.

It was hard to make out but he was sure that one of them was his father. Closing his eyes he tried to say a prayer for the soles which were being lost but it didn't matter. They were all damned and now he was about to fall further than he had ever fallen.

His eyes snapped open and he moved forward with his own war cry, vanishing and reappearing swiping at one foe then another and another. His swords glistening with black, red and other coloured blood. The way was straight and his aim was true. Leaping from one shoulder or kicking off another person's back to knock them off balance before letting them fall. Some he hit with the pummel or hand guard of his swords to knock them out but most of the time it just annoyed those that he was fighting.

He didn't notice that the ones he downed just got back up again to carry on fighting. Nor did he comprehend that something wasn't quite right. All he knew was the red bamf encouraging him to carry on forwards to get to the centre and the figure that still seemed too far away to make out.

Reaching the middle and that was when time seemed to freeze. Everything stopped, then vanished. The Bamf on his shoulder laughed before vanishing from sight. Kurt looked around, there was nothing there. Not a sole. Nothing!

The area was still the same but he was suddenly feeling dizzy and the area was distorting, he tried to Bamf but nothing happened. The world seemed to tilt but it might have just been him falling, he wasn't sure. The world was folding and then he seemed to fall through it. He blinked again and there in front of him was a slightly different world. A different Bamf...

He looked around trying to get orientated but his head was still feeling like the world had picked him up and shook him. That was when he spotted the figure again, ahead of him. Moving forward his legs felt like jelly but they soon steadied. The figure came into focus and his jaw dropped.

"Mein Gott!"

[Gummy]

There in front of him was him but with a heat haze and fur which seemed to be burning... no on fire. A prayer sounded and the figure opened his eyes. Kurt looked into eyes which saw nothing but flames. The normal white eyes burning brighter and hotter. The lips curled in a grimace. There was pain there but still the kindness and love which he held.

The prayer sounded louder from the lips of him burning.

"Let, me, give, hope."

Kurt frowned and tried to reach for him on fire.

"What? How?"

He shook his head and quickly retracted his hand from the heat. The heat was increasing and he felt light headed again as he needed to take a few steps back.

"I prayed and got answered. There is hope, you won't fall but you will sore. Gott has a plan and the path you tread it not it. Another will come. Another will open. Hope. Hope and rest."

Kurt looked confused, now he knew why his fellows found him frustrated when he spoke of Gott's words and plan. His image in front screwed his eyes up tight in what looked like agony before opening them once more.

"Pain is fleeting, you are going to be fine. You will sacrifice so much but know it is all worth it. Stay strong. Azazel won't hold you for long it too will pass as we all must pass eventually."

He held out his hand and turned his palm over letting go of something which fell to the floor. Kurt's tail moved to pick it up carefully being tentative to touch because of the heat. It didn't feel hot though, not as hot as the person in front of him. It was warm, like hugging a loved one and it filled him with joy as he touched it just a little. The warmth flowed along his tail and spread throughout his body until he closed his eyes and remembered.

The warmth, he knew it so well but had forgotten it. Heaven, embrace, hope. Opening his eyes he saw the figure smiling with joy and love. The heat coming off was increasing. Yet, the person didn't look like he was in pain any longer. The fur was gone and the flesh underneath was burning away. The figure closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

"Your promise will be fulfilled. "In the way of righteousness there is life; along that path is immortality.""*

Kurt watched as in an instance the figure vanished in fire. The world around him changed and suddenly he was floating and seeing Logan, along with others fighting. So much happening so fast! It was chaos, people lay still as he rushed through a corridor like a ghost. It was a rush seeing faces of those he cared about, those he knew worked along side him. The words of rightousness and others waiting with open arms. Of the hope of knowing he will wait for the others who were going to join him soon. So soon but it was all in the future. None of this might happen but it still might.

He now heard his mother's words of what might happen in the future and he knew there were some truth in it. His heart was filled with hope but also broke knowing that at least in the future he saw here all, or most would die. Then he saw where Logan had vanished to with him and the head.

Hope, fear, joy, death. All entwined. There was life after death. He knew it. Everything went black.

*Proverbs 12:28 NIV
(((I am referring to this. A death of Kurt in the future.)))