- View SourceLonging
Alone in the night, he walks. Wind in his hair, rosary in his
hand, darkness all around him. His mind racing with memories of his
life. Often wandering with thoughts of what his life could've been
had he not been a mutant, but it was pointless to plague himself with
it. He was a mutant and he had accepted that fact long ago. He had
even accepted his appearance and was at peace with it.
He continues his walk and wanders away from the street, to a
secluded path. There, he teleports to the highest branch of a nearby
tree. He sits, crouched on the branch. His mind begins to wander to
that day at the White House. He was like a demon, taking out everyone
in his path, with no remorse or concern, at all. He often wonders if
God has left him or perhaps, was testing him. He had tried to live by
the Bible, but there were several sins that could've been avoided. In
fact, his body was covered with angelic symbols to make up for the
sins of his life.
"Why would God create a monster like me?" he thought, "Maybe,
God has never been with me."
At that last thought, a tear fell from his eye. All he wanted
was to know was that God was behind him and loved him just like He
did everyone else. He feared that was a demon, like some had called
him. Maybe he was meant to be a messenger of evil.
"Oh, why must I torture myself with these thoughts?" he
He teleported down to the ground and just stood there for a
second. Then, he fell to his knees, screaming out into the darkness
"Return to me, my Salvation. My soul cries for deliverence.
Am I too lost to be saved. Will I be deinied?"
He sat there, on his knees for a minute, terars falling from
his eyes like rain. Then, he thought of the one person who could make
him feel better, his beautiful Storm. One smile from her and his
heart sang, one word and he melted. She had walked into his church in
Boston one day, looking for him, and since that day, his life had
never been the same. Maybe God still cared about, if he sent an angel
like her into his life.
He needed her so badly, but he had tried to avoid getting
close to her. He could hardly restrain himself when she was around,
and he truly didn't want to sin again. He desided that he really her
strength and kindness right now, so he teleported two miles at a time
until he reached the Institute.
Once he got there, he teleported into the hallway outside her
bedroom and hesitated for a moment. Then, he knocked on the door. A
few seconds later, the door opened and she smiled at him.
"Hello, Kurt. Do you want to come in?" she asked him. She
could tell that he was upset and really wanted to help him.
"Uh....ja....but not for long," he stuttered out as he looked
at her. She was wearing a black silk night gown, that stopped just
before her ankles. It had lace cut out through the chest, under her
breasts and in between them, so that just a tiny bit of her skin was
visible. Her long silver hair was flowing down her shoulders. "God,
give me strength," he thought to himslef, as he walked into her
"I hope I am not disturbing you. I can leave if you wish," he
told her. He hoped that she would talk to him. He didn't know who
else to go to.
"Not at all," she replied with a warm smile. She walked over
to the bed and sat down. "Do you want to sit down?" she asked him,
motioning towards a spot next to her.
Both reluctantly and eagerly, he walked over and sat down
close to her. Now he could smell the sweet perfume on her and had a
good view of her body in that gown.
"What's wrong Kurt?" she asked him. She had always been
straight-forward and if it concerned someone she cared about, then
she had to know if she could help.
"Ah, so many things. So many thoughts.... I can't stop
thinking about that day in the White House," he confided in her. He
trusted her and knew that she would only help him. He needed her kind
words of encouragement right now.
She rested her palm against his cheek and put her other hand
on top of his. "Kurt, you are the most spiritual man I have ever
known, with the deepest soul, and the kindest heart. You would never
hurt anyone. I know that and I believe it. It wasn't your fault. I
know that, you know that, and God knows that," she told him. She
honestly meant every word of and hoped that he believed her.
He looked up at her, in her eyes, and just held the gaze for
a minute. For a moment, he wanted so badly to kiss her, and it was
taking everything he had not to. "You are an angel and I thank God
every day for bringing you into my life," he told her. He realized
after he told her, that she probably knew how he felt about her now,
and he looked down at the floor.
"And I thank God everyday for letting me find you," she told
him. She lifted his chin up and just looked at him. She wanted him,
but she didn't want to push him into anything that he didn't want or
wasn't ready for.
He looked at her and then he knew that he couldn't stop
himslef anymore. All of a sudden, he grabbed her face in his hands
and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the
kiss. They both stopped and just looked at each other for a minute.
"Ororo...." he started to say, but then she cut him off by
placing a finger over his mouth. Then, she covered his mouth with
her's and they went into a frenzy of passion, with hot kisses and
hands frantically trying to pull off clothes. When the clothes were
off, they fell back on the bed, still kissing.
The next morning when Storm awoke, she reached for Kurt, but
he was gone. In the place where he slept, she found a single rose.