Inner Conflicts

Inner Conflicts- Part 2 Inner Conflicts (Part 2) "Where's Kurt?" Scott asked at the breakfast table. Everyone present paused mid-conversation. "Like, I haven't seen him," said Kitty. "Neither have I," added Evan, frowning.   "As if you would," snorted Logan. Even's face heated up as did several of the other teens. It was still hazy  to their memories but they knew something had happened to have Logan come out to their school and pick them up.  And after breakfast, Scott would be hitching a ride with Logan to retrieve his abandoned car at the school's parking lot. Jean came running in.  "Scott! Logan!" she practically shouted. "Xavier needs you at Cerebro, quickly." Both mutants leapt from the table to follow Jean. The remaining students just looked at one another. X Scott resisted the urge to bite his nails.  It seemed like a girlish thing to do, but he didn't have anything to focus on as Logan raced down the road. I have detected Kurt's signature, but I am getting painful emotions.  It's best you hurry and find him.  He doesn't seem to be too far from the school. Xavier's voice kept ringing in his head.  The worry he heard just boosted the anxiety that Scott was feeling.  And judging from the way Logan was clenching the wheel, he was on the edge too. Kurt's hurt.  I just don't know how badly. Scott lurched forward as Logan suddenly slammed on the brakes. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, holding on to the dashboard. "He's near," said Logan, sniffing the air. Scott stood out of his seat, hand on the door of Logan's jeep. "From over there," said Logan, pointing in a direction where the trees seemed to grow close together. Scott leapt out of the vehicle and raced into the wooded area.  He didn't get very far when he tripped over something solid. Scott grunted as he sprawled to the floor, spitting out the clumps of dirt and grass that entered his mouth.  He straightened his glasses and looked back. His breath caught in his throat as he realized that the thing he had tripped over was a body. His heart felt like it was stopping when he recognized the black hair.   A soft moan came from the body and Scott scrambled up.  He knelt next to the body and gently touched the boy's shoulder.  "Kurt?" he called out softly. The snapping of some twigs alerted him to Logan's arrival. Scott barely heard Logan swore.  Glancing up he caught a look in Logan's eyes that he didn't like.  He obviously knew that there was something more to the beaten appearance that Kurt had.  Maybe he could smell some unseen injury. Whatever it was, it deeply troubled Scott. "Let me," said Logan, scooping up the German teen. Almost at once Kurt let out a soft cry and began to struggle. "Nein, nein," he murmured, his fear evident in his voice. "It's just Scott and Logan," the adult said, his gruff voice surprisingly gentle. Kurt's movements ceased, and he just slumped in Logan's arms. That made Scott feel even more afraid. Logan looked at Scott.  "He needs medical attention now," he said. X Pietro rushed into the bathroom and dumped all the contents in his stomach into the toilet bowl. "I am never drinking again!" Todd heard from downstairs. The smaller mutant shook his head and regretted it as his head began to pound again.  He glared at Freddy enviously as the bigger mutant sat and watched television completely unbothered.  He was the only one to have not gotten drunk due to his massive size.  There hadn't been enough alcohol to get him drunk. His mind wandered over to Lance. The dooshball hadn't even shown up, and while they were man enough not to show it, Todd figured they were all as worried as he was. After all, they had Tabatha being vocal about it. The slamming of the door caught their attention. Todd peered out of the kitchen in time to see a panicked Lance lean against the door.  He took one look at a startled Tabatha and then raced upstairs to his room. Pietro was just coming out of the bathroom in an unusually slow state and found himself being shoved back in at a passing Lance. The door to Lance's room slammed shut, leaving all the gathering Brotherhood mutants confused. Pietro ran back into the bathroom. X Rogue and Kistoostood outside the infirmary, each quiet and lost in their own thoughts. It seemed surreal. Why just yesterday Kurt had been "flirting" with Kitty to the point of annoying the brunette. And he and Rogue had been talking about possible ways to search the truths of their origins. Now he was inside the infirmary and no one but Logan, Xavier, Ororo, and Hank were allowed to enter. Whatever had happened was grave enough for them to keep all student out of the way. The arrival of a professional doctor made matters worse. All the students kept coming up with their own reasons for all the secrecy.  Each of them becoming bloodier and more life threatening.  Jamie had even become nervous to the point of crying. But no one spoke, and no one was reassured by Scott's words that Kurt was going to be fine.  Of course, the shakiness behind his words didn't help at all. Rogue and Kitty were startled out of their trance when the visiting doctor stepped out.  She took one look at the two girls and gave them a soft yet sad smile.   Xavier followed her. "Before I forget," the doctor said.  "Here."  She handed the Professor a couple of brochures and a card.  "She's the best therapist I know.  He's going to need it." Rogue and Kitty glanced at each other. "Thank you," said Xavier, taking the items and placing it into his coat pocket. The doctor left. "Is he going to be all right?" asked Rogue. "I don't know," Xavier answered truthfully.  "He's regained consciousness, but does not seem to remember the exact details of his. . . accident." "Like, why does he need a therapist?  Did something get broken? His leg? Arm? Tail?!" asked Kitty.  It was hard imagining the agile Kurt unable to move the way he normally does and needing physical therapy to fix it. Xavier glanced away before looking at the girls.  "Bones aren't the only things that can be broken," he said, before moving away. "Can we see him?" asked Rogue, hopefully. Xavier paused, but did not turn back to face the two. "He needs time to compose himself," was all he said. X Lance paced in his room, his heart still racing. He had raped another person. A boy. Did that make him gay? Just the thought of it made him feel sick.  And it wasn't the effects of a hangover. He was horrified by his own actions. And yet. . . he wanted to do it again. And that was the fucker of all fuckers. He wanted to feel that firm silky body under him again, but willingly.  He wanted to explore each inch at his own liesure, not under some alcohol induced haze.   Lance groaned as if in pain. What was he going to do? What if Kurt remembered this and contacted the police. Summers will  kill him if Rogue didn't get to him first. And Kitty will have nothing to do with him. Lance sat down on his bed and grabbed his pillow.  He wrapped his arms around them and rocked back and forth.   He ignored the soft knocking at his door. He ignored the questions of "Are you all right in there, Alvers?" He just kept on thinking that at any moment, the police will be busting down the door to take him away. And if not, he dreaded going back to school and facing the boy he violated. X Kurt leaned up agains the balconey in his room, staring out into the blood red sunset.  His body still ached too much to sit on top of the railings as he usually did. His eyes were bright with unshed tears. It had been four days since he was found collapsed in the woods. Only one day since he was allowed outside of the infirmary. He almost immediately locked himself up in his room.  Fortunately Kitty kept from phasing in there.  Seemed she understood that he meant it when he  said he wanted to be alone. So far he had managed to keep the Professor from telling anyone what had happened, including his foster parents. The thought that someone had done . . . that. . . to him was humiliating.  It made him feel  filthy.  And he still couldn't recall a face. And he didn't dare go out in public with the other mutants yet. The thought of someone touching him apalled him. He shuddered, haunted by the ghostly fingers and the phantom pains of the person hurting him. All  he was sure of was that it was someone he knew.  And it scared him to think that it could be anyone among the X-men group. After all, Evan was with him most of the night.  And he was always hanging around Scott. What if he misunderstod their friendship?  What if it was another male from their home? Kurt felt ill. School was starting again in  three days, and he wasn't too sure how he was going to handle it. Xavier kept gently urging him to see a therapist.  But the idea of talking about what happened to some stranger... scared him.   There was a soft knock on his door. "Come in," murmured Kurt, recognizing Storm's knock. The white haired woman walked in, holding a tray with a plate and cup on it.  "Here is your dinner," she said.  "Although the others do miss you and wish for you to join us." "Maybe tomorrow," Kurt said in a soft voice. Storm nodded and left the tray on his dresser. Kurt walked to his bed and dropped down face firsts.  The tears were ready to fall again.  Glancing at the dresser, he felt his stomach churn.  He wasn't feeling hungry... but he knew better than to keep from eating.  A few minutes later, he ate, despite it tasting like cardboard to him. X Lance stood in front of his chemistry class.  He suddenly understood where the "butterflies in the stomache" phrase came from. It was the first day back from Spring Break and he had yet to see any of the geek squad come after him. Could it be that Kurt kept it all a secret? Surely they knew something had happened. He felt his breath catch when Kurt walked past him. The teen didn't even look his way.   Instead, he stared at the floor, as if in deep thought. There were faint circles in his eyes, signifying little sleep.  And it looked like he had lost weight. Lance felt a pang of guilt. He had done this too him. And he hadn't meant to. It was a mistake.  One horrible mistake. The bell rang. Lance walked into his class, head down. In his misery, he didn't notice it when Kitty waved to him. X Kurt slowly put his books into his locker. On normal days, Evan would usually hang with him.  But for the next few days, Kurt had made it perfectly clear that he needed some space. "Hey, I thought we were friends," Evan had declared that morning, an ironic mimicry to Kurt's earlier statement when Spyke was thought to be leaving the Institute. "Then understand that I vant to be left alone," Kurt had snapped, causing everyone around him to stare. Even Jean and Scott looked troubled. "Man, what happened to you?" asked Evan, stunned. "None of your business." Kurt then took that moment to port himself away. With a heavy sigh, Kurt closed the locker.  He rested his head against the metal, barely noticing that the hallways were empty. Once the afternoon bell rang, stutdents either hightailed it out of the school, or locked themselves into class rooms for club meetings. The sound of someone clearning his throat caught his attention. Kurt turned around to tell this person to bug off. He was shocked to see Lance Alvers standing less than a foot away from him. "Hey, Kurt," Alvers said, in a somewhat nervous state. "Vat do you vant?" asked Kurt, irritated that his rival had decided to come near him of all days. "I... we need to talk," said Lance, swallowing hard. "Just... just go avay," growled Kurt, as he tried to shove Lance aside. "No!" said Lance, forcefully.  He put an arm up against the lockers, blocking off Kurt's departure.  "I said we need to talk!" Kurt looked up at his rival, and then paled.  Seeing Lance towering over him. . . The pain.  A sky.  A face.  Grunting sounds.  Hands over him.  The face, contorted with lust and pleasure before fading into blackness. Kurt suddenly stepped back, slamming into the lockers, as his eyes grew wide and his breathing became erratic. "It vas you!" tbc