Hiding

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The door to the shop had the regular credit card stickers, Visa, MasterCard, Discover, American Express, a small round sticker with what Logan recognized as the Misfits grinning mask, and a grey oblong sticker with an X on it. He’d been looking in all the windows of all the stores along the street, still able to feel the shadow of the huge cathedral at the center of the town looming over him.

Logan paused for a moment before lighting a cigar to wonder how Kurt was coping with the news- his priesthood had been false, all the training he’d thought he’d undergone to become a priest, demonic image be damned, was for nothing other than a sick cult-the Church Of Humanity’s- way of manipulating him to their own foul ends. Kurt had actual memories of completing his training and being ordained. He even remembered the rest of the team coming to the ceremony, and yet that night that he, Cyclops, Jean Grey, Havok, Polaris, Logan, had gone to the same church where he’d been training with Father Whitney and seen all those mutants chained in the cellar, hooked up to machines and tortured- it’d been the most painful thing he’d ever experienced. Learning that he’d been manipulated through his love of God- wearing that awful image inducer of Xavier’s, hating every minute of it because it represented his shame at his own appearance yet he'd done it still- and after all that it had all been a lie. The only thing true had been what Father Whitney had said. That they were unable to curb his “lustful desires.” The team had gone on to Montana and fought the rest of the Church of Humanity but as with most religious zealots; there were a few left and they were most unhappy with Kurt ruining their Pope’s plans for the destruction of the Catholic church.

Now those few surviving members were looking for him, and as Kurt’s appearance made blending somewhat difficult, and that he refused to wear the image inducer now; deciding that even though he was in mortal danger it was a good time to get all principled. Logan was trying to help his friend find a place to hide. Someplace that the cult members would never think to look for a man of God.

Currently Kurt was stashed at the school but it was against his will- he felt that he was risking the lives of the young students there with his mere presence. That and the fact that many of the young students seemed to be taken aback by his appearance even though there were by far stranger looking students at the school. Something about Kurt’s forked tail and pupil-less glowing yellow eyes put people off. He rarely mentioned it to Logan these days; their friendship was so old and solid that he didn’t need to say some things out loud for Logan to know what they were. Logan knew that the fact that his appearance still frightened people hurt Kurt deeply- since the disaster with Amanda and Cerise, Kurt had decided that it was pointless to try and find love- as much as any woman protested, he had insisted to Logan over many beers one night, he always caught the glimpse of fear in their eyes when they awoke next to him.

“And why shouldn’t they? A demon, right next to them. All blue and covered in fur! Once Amanda told me she wished she could look into my eyes and she wanted to know if I ever looked into hers. Said she couldn’t tell. Eyes are the windows to the soul, right? Maybe I don’t have one. Who couldn’t love that”? Kurt had swallowed deeply and slammed the mug onto the bar. A sad drunken Kurt was a depressing entity indeed.

Logan had tried to reason with him- after all it wasn’t like Kurt had never even been with a woman, had never been in love. The fact that both of the two serious relationships he’d had had ended badly seemed to only magnify all of Kurt’s self-loathing, something he’d almost recovered from with his foray into the seminary. Now that dream had been ripped away too. Logan shook his head, and threw the cigar butt into the gutter. The weather was starting to change; a light mist was coming down. He took a deep breath and turned back to the door of the shop, looking up at the sign hanging over it.

“Dr. Jekyll and Mistress Hyde” was etched into what looked like real stone. Very graveyard. Very Goth. He snorted under his breath and pushed the door open, knowing what awaited him on the other side and dreading it almost as a meeting with Sabretooth, only for entirely different reasons.