Frostbitten
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Category:
X-men Comics › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,332
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Brian Wilson
He had that song stuck in his head again. Which was a stark contrast to what was going on around him. It was oddly comforting, he supposed. And rendered the situation a little ridiculous. A Bare Naked Ladies song playing over and over again in his head.
Drove downtown in the rain....
Kurt honestly couldn't remember having ever heard the song before. That particular band wasn't on his usual playlists. Weird.
But everything about this was weird.
Scott would kill him.
The building seemed different now. Stagnant. Dead.
Different.
Kurt, just as before, crept along the ceiling, heading toward where he remembered the morgue to be. This time no ice lacing the walls greeted him. Just the stale loneliness of an abandoned building and the stench of old urine and heat.
"Bobby?" He whispered, pausing in crouch upside down next to a broken light fixture. Of course, no on answered him. The place still reeked of vagrants and vermin, but it seemed empty somehow.
The morgue was as he remembered it, and completely different.
That stupid song was still in his head.
Something caught his eyes and he bent to pick it up, a set of keys. How did he not see these before?
And then it started getting cold.
Drove downtown in the rain....
Kurt honestly couldn't remember having ever heard the song before. That particular band wasn't on his usual playlists. Weird.
But everything about this was weird.
Scott would kill him.
The building seemed different now. Stagnant. Dead.
Different.
Kurt, just as before, crept along the ceiling, heading toward where he remembered the morgue to be. This time no ice lacing the walls greeted him. Just the stale loneliness of an abandoned building and the stench of old urine and heat.
"Bobby?" He whispered, pausing in crouch upside down next to a broken light fixture. Of course, no on answered him. The place still reeked of vagrants and vermin, but it seemed empty somehow.
The morgue was as he remembered it, and completely different.
That stupid song was still in his head.
Something caught his eyes and he bent to pick it up, a set of keys. How did he not see these before?
And then it started getting cold.