Hell Hath No Fury

Hell Hath No Fury Chapter Six

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“What
the…”

“Oh, that’s
just one of the security measures,” Jean said lightly, not quite looking at
their guest. As she spoke, the wrought
iron gate swung open and the red glow around the bars ceased.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “The first of many.”

class=SpellE>Hellboy nodded. class=GramE>“Right. class=GramE>Security measures.
I’m guessin’ this isn’t just a class=SpellE>namby pamby boarding
school.” He glanced at Kurt, sitting at
his side and smiled as kindly as he could.
“You okay, kid?”

Kurt nodded.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Ja, fine. class=SpellE>Wunderbar.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Fine.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He swallowed hard and forced his hands to
unclench from the seatbelt. It had taken
some doing to work this out before the sun rise, but he, Hellboy,
Jean, Kitty and Logan all rode in a car courtesy of Abe Sapien
and driven by a young woman who called herself Liz.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The others had gone back in the Blackbird,
beating them home by hours. “This… I
haven’t seen this part before.”

Kitty
patted his hand absently, her mind going a mile a minute.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> _Okay, a demon.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Maybe two.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I won’t scream yet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I can’t.
This is a small car and it’ll echo.
Jean? _

_I know, I
know, _ came the reply.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> _Professor Xavier is waiting for us in the
down stairs study… He said don’t
frighten Kurt if you can help it. _

Kitty
nodded, cutting off the flow of tho thoughts from Jean.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She became aware then that she was being
studied as Liz followed Jean’s directions and turned up the circular drive
towards the garage, where the door was already scrolling open.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kitty glanced sideways and saw two sets of glowing
eyes regarding her strangely. class=GramE>“Um… hi?” She scooted
towards the door a little involuntarily.
Sure, she thought the blue one was cute and wanted to help him, protect
him even, but he was still a little scary and he had those pointy teeth…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And, she thought, don’t even get me started
on the red one.

Kurt spoke
first. “You helped me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Danke.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He ducked his head and she was sure that he
was blushing under his fur. “I apologize
for causing so much trouble but, you see, I don’t know why I had to find him,”
he nodded at Hellboy, “or really anything…”

class=SpellE>Hellboy’s voice rumbled through the car as Liz pulled into
the garage. “That’s what we’re here for,
kid. We’re gonna get you sorted out.”

Kitty
sighed and nodded in acknowledgement.
“Professor Xavier is really good at sorting stuff out.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He’s helped just about all of us figure out
our mutations and stuff.”

class=GramE>“Mut…mutations?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kurt recoiled, a look of confused disgust
playing on his features. “Like… gills?”

It was
Jean’s turn to sigh. “Kitty, don’t. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I think the Professor can explain it better
than we can, but no, Kurt, no gills. class=GramE>Not most of the time, anyway.”

Kurt’s eyes
became round, glowing orbs as he looked up at Hellboy,
almost panicked. Hellboy,
for his part, merely smirked. Liz was
smiling so he knew it was not all bad. “Okay,
let’s meet this Professor guy.”

Hours
later, Kurt stood inside a bare room, empty save for a neatly made bed and an empty
chest of drawers with a mirror over it.
A closet stood open, exposing empty racks for clothes and shoes, and the
curtains at the window were a neutral color, meant to be replaced as soon as
the new resident made a decision. He was
more frightened than he had ever been in his entire remembered life.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Well,” Scott said behind him, “here you are.”

“This…is
mine?” He blinked and tried to step
back, running into Scott’s chest instead.
“I can’t… I don’t want to!”

Scott
sighed. “Your…friend… is
downstairs. He’s fine.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Don’t worry.
This is a safe place.” He nudged class=GramE>Kurt gently forward,
blocking the exit with his body in the process.
“Get some sleep and in the morning, when you get some food in you, we’ll
start sorting you out.”

Kurt nodded
once and Scott shut him in the room with a cheery good night.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He listened hard as the other teenager
departed down the hall but the dreaded click of the lock never came.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They were trusting
him, he thought, amazed. They class=GramE>were trusting him not to run away again…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Hesitantly, he padded to the bed and set the
borrowed clothes down on it carefully. Someone had found a pair of sweat pants
and made a hasty tail hole for him and a t-shirt, slightly worn but clean and
neatly folded, completed the ensemble.
He sighed as he realized that he had little choice but to sleep naked or
in his dirty clothes. He had been shown
where the showers were and the bathroom, but he was afraid of the cold white
tile and chrome fixtures. He could not
put his finger on why, but he knew the sight sent sharp chills of dread down
his spine. His tail swished in agitation
as he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, swallowing dryly.st'mso'mso-spacerun:yes'> He did not want to sleep; he knew that, when
his eyes closed, when his body finally sank into slumber, he would dream.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The lights would come first, class=GramE>then the voices he could not understand.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He would be small, helpless, weak…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The room would be cold and metal would press against
his back. He would not be able to move
and his breath would burn his lungs. It
would feel so real that he would wake up screaming and thrashing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It would feel so real that his body would
spasm and cramp for hours afterwards, the ghost-like touch of dream electrodes
and injections echoing through his muscles and veins.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He would taste the copper tang of fear on his
tongue and his heart would threaten to stop from pounding so hard.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But he knew that, if he did not sleep, he
would surely die from fatigue before anything else.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And, some part of him hoped, this time he
could make it to the end of the nightmare and see the face of the man who spoke
to him in his dreams.