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> Readers/Reviewers: Thank you very much for reading and
reviewing as you can!
> AFFN is allegedly back online but it won’t let me
update so… yeah. Taa daa.
> HAPPY
BELTANE/SAMHAIN to those who celebrate and Happy May to those who
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> Kurt’s jaw
was starting to get sore but he still could not bring
> himself to shut his mouth.
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> “Yes,” Kitty
sighed. “He is.”
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> “He’s
very…bendy…” Kurt tilted his head,
unable to look away. “It’s
> like a car wreck…”
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> “This is
insane,” Scott announced. “I’ll go get
him. THEN We go!”
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> Jean reached
for his arm but Scott was already gone.
“Well, that’s
> going to be interesting…” She gently pushed on Kurt’s
chin, shutting his
> mouth for him as she turned her attention to Jubilee.
“Jubes, sit in your
> chair! You don’t know where that stripper’s been!”
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> “Law
school!” the dancer shouted over the music. “I’ve been in law
> school! This just pays the bills!”
> before turning his gyrations on Kitty.
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> “Awk!”
clinging to his
> arm. “Not so
close!”
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> “Three
feet!” Kurt shouted, earning a shrug from the dancer, who took a
> large step back without losing the beat of the music.
“Gott im Himmel,” he
> groaned suddenly.
“Don’t look now…”
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“SCOTT!” Jean was on her feet,
her own lips parted in more amusement
> than annoyance.
“Oh dear lord…” Scott was being
dragged around the stage
> courtesy of Remy, who seemed to be quite at home with
things.
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> “I think,”
Rogue announced, sliding out of the booth and standing in
> one smooth motion, “I’m gonna start walking.”
> and Kurt. “Y’all
coming?”
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> “Right
behind you!” Kurt yelped, scrambling over the table.
> “Katzchen?” he called, holding out a hand to her.
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> Kitty
wavered, looking between a gobsmacked Paige and a truly stunned
> Jean. “Right
behind you. Jubilee, see you at
home!” She slid around the
> table, carefully avoiding flailing arms and spilled
drinks. She grabbed
> hold of Kurt’s shirt and let him weave his way through
the thickening crowd,
> his overly developed sense of personal space allowing
them to make it to the
> door mostly unscathed. Rogue stood waiting for them
just inside the club,
> looking more tired than annoyed.
> pushed their way through the door.
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> Rogue
snorted but did not comment, inhaling deeply of the smoke-free
> air that hit them in the face as the door swung
open. “I hate techno,” she
> announced, striding down the narrow street towards
Main, never slowing down
> even as Kitty and Kurt jogged to catch up with her.
> version of It’s Raining Men again, I will shiv
someone.” She managed to
> hide a smile, though, at the idea of Remy and Scott
doing a choreographed
> routine to said song, wearing naught but galoshes and
yellow slickers.
>
> “Stop that,”
Kitty chided. “I know what you’re
thinking!” Her cheeks
> still bore a tinge of the blush she had feared, inside
the club, might
> become permanent.
“How do we get home from here?”
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> Kurt stopped
in his tracks, his hand still loosely around Kitty’s wrist
> and causing her to stop perforce.
he silenced them both before
> either could ask him what was going on.
He let go of Kitty
> and moved silently towards a shadowed overhang covering
a long-abandoned
> storefront. He
fumbled briefly with his holo, shutting it off as he neared
> the stoop. He
was all but invisible save for his eyes and the oddly
> incongruous clothing he was wearing, creating an
Invisible Man effect. He
> could see the thickness of the shadows shifting,
indicating someone hiding
> there. Whoever
it was did not seem to realize that they had been found,
> huddled into a tight ball over their knees.
> Kitty and Rogue a short distance away, tense as he
himself was. He could
> hear, distantly, Jubilee complaining as she was dragged
out of the club and
> he cursed her loud voice.
they
> were crying.
“Hello?” Kurt called softly. “I’m
friendly… I won’t hurt
> you.” Unless you hurt me first.
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> “Go.
Away.”
>
> The voice
was strongly familiar, tinged by a rough tone that bespoke
> tears and anger.
It took a spare second for Kurt to recognize the speaker
> but when he did, it hit him like a punch to the
gut. “Evan?”
> strides and he was at his side.
> thought… we all thought…”
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> “It’s too
late, Kurt,” Evan said harshly. “Leave
me alone. I don’t
> need your help.
There’s nothing TO help anymore.”
He was still hunched,
> the boney spikes and plates on his skin now clearly
visible as the moon
> shifted and Kurt bent over him.
Wait for it.”
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> “Wait for
what?” Kitty was at Kurt’s side, her
voice clear and firm.
> She did not sound as if she were as affected by Evan’s
presence as Kurt was
> but inside, she was shaking in surprise.
> Evan.”
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> “I don’t
have to,” he shot back. “They’re all
dead.” He stood then,
> suddenly and sharply.
“And they won’t be the last.”