Very much NSFW fic continued from yesterday:
Fracture Ten: Desire
“I wanna show you you don’t have to settle for scoring with the freakshow. I mean, sure, he’s enough to satisfy *Tabby*, but she’s a bit of a whore. You’re better than wanting *that*, you know?”
“Are you like, demented or *what*? What are you like, *talking* about?”
He lit a cigarette. “Come on, Kitty. I’m not dumb. I worked it out, you know. After I showed you what it was like to be a woman, you had to get more. I shouldn’t have left, ‘cause all you were left with was that blue-furred freak… I’m real sorry about that.”
He *was* demented. “You’re *nuts*!” Kitty retreated all the way up to the top of the rock. “You like, *raped* me! Get *lost*!” _Jean… Professor? Like, intruder alert…_
“I made you a *woman*,” he said, getting closer. “That means we share something *special*.”
“You *hurt* me, you *jerk*! Get *LOST*!”
*
Kurt’s eyes snapped open the second he heard Kitty’s voice. She needed help. He was well capable for that, at least. “Help me help her. Amen," left his mouth before he ran towards his church at full speed.
He would *not* fail her a second time.
He came up to the clearing, saw Lance, and all logic flew out of his head.
A predator was after his beloved.
In a blink, Kurt gave the field to Fight. Fight knew how to handle predators. How to make them go away.
"DRECKSAU!” Fight screamed, ploughing into Lance. Immediately, he bought one of the Monsters forward.
Predators only understood one thing.
Savagery.
*
Kitty could only scream as Kurt and Lance sailed right over the top of her and off the high edge of the rock she sat on. She could actually *see* the change. It was in the eyes. One instant, he was the safe, reliable Kurt she knew. The next, he was something wild and dangerous, something prepared to kill.
He growled like a feral beast.
They bounced to a halt, tumbling and struggling against each other. Lance was fighting for his life. Kurt, or whatever was using his body at the moment, was fighting to kill.
She had to stop it.
_PROFESSOR! JEAN! HELP!_ She jumped to the ground, landing badly, but not spraining anything at least. The only way to stop them hurting each other was to phase one of them and keep them phased.
Kitty made her choice. “Kurt! Stop it!” She siezed his waist and concentrated.
She actually saw his fangs go through Lance’s jugular. Kitty used his frenzied motion to help propel them away in a weird sort of floating bounce. He thrashed in her arms and bayed a howl that made her want to shrink away and hide somewhere safe. Kitty still held tight and kept her concentration up.
Lance, still whole, scooted away. He’d gone very, very pale.
“Kurt. Kurt. This isn’t you. This is *not* you. You’re not like this. Just stop. Please. Stop.”
He slowed down, and eventually came panting to a halt, just as the others burst in on the scene.
{Snikt} “You ain’t welcome here no more, boy,” Logan growled. “Take a hint an’ take a hike before I finish what the Elf started.”
Lance was covered in minor cuts and abrasions. He held his throat and nodded.
He’d wet his pants.
Kurt, meanwhile, had started shaking. He was looking at his hands and moaning.
“Are you okay, now? You’re not gonna like, go nuts on me if I like, let go?”
“Oh, Gott… nein… nein… Ich fast beendete. Ich bin nicht sicher, gleichmassig auf heiligem Boden…”
“Kurt?”
“Let me go. Please.”
Kitty unphased, and released him. Lance had disappeared so fast that he must have borrowed Quicksilver’s power in order to escape.
The others started coming in, worried, concerned.
Kurt was staring at his hands. Hands covered in blood.
“Please. Don’t come near me. I’m not safe. I have to get to the Professor. He - He’ll know. There’ll be a way. He can make me safe. Just - stay away until I am?”
Kitty still approached. “Kurt… What’s like, going on?”
“Katzchen. Please. Keep back. One of the Monsters got out.”
*
They followed at a distance, murmuring to themselves about monsters and what the heck was going on with Kurt. There were all sorts of whispers. That Kurt was cracking. That he’d already cracked. That he was afraid of what he would do. That he’d already done it, and would do it again.
Kurt was silent, looking worried and defeated. Not letting anyone get close.
Everyone was afraid, except maybe Logan, who just got angry.
Xavier was merely worried, and bid Kurt sit in the same wing chair he’d been interviewed in before. Gentle hands stilled his head.
“I’m just going to talk to the others,” he said. “You’ll remain in control.”
“Sehr gut…” Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed.
*
There were no barriers, so Xavier tread cautiously. Eight personas were scurrying around like ants inside Kurt’s mind. Cleaning up the damage. Sorting out which bits went where.
Xavier automatically picked up the child and comforted him. Four years old, the younger version of Kurt was scared and crying. None of the others had the time to comfort him, so Xavier did it for them.
_There, now,_ he soothed. _It’s all over now. The -er- predator has gone._
_I know,_ sobbed the child. _But a *Monster* got out. He could’ve hurt someone. He nearly *killed* someone. Fight shouldn’t’ve picked that Monster… That was *bad*._
_Eh? You mean Fight *let* the Monster out?_
_He did it for help to make the predator go away,_ the child shuddered. _He shouldn’t have done it. This was a baby predator. He was - new._
_Why do you remember this?_
_We all remember, until the Archivist comes and takes the bad memories away. The Archivist wants to protect us. He gives Fight the bad memories so that he’s mad enough to fight the predators when the time comes._
_I think Fight may have gone a little too far, too._ Xavier gently comforted the child.
_Kurt keeps telling us we should never hurt anyone. Not permanently, anyway. And he says we should never kill._
_Kurt’s quite right,_ Xavier said. _Hurting people’s wrong._
_Fight wants to make all the predators stay away. He says they only understand violence because its all they want._
_I’m going to have to have a little talk with Fight, later,_ Xavier promised. _Now, can you tell me about the Monsters?_
_I don’t like the Monsters,_ said the child. _Other people made them for their pleasure. They’re all the things that Kurt isn’t - but they're all the things that we look like._
_Oh dear. I can see why Kurt’s so afraid of them._
_Kurt’s just afraid that they’ll hurt people. He tries to look after them. He says they’re the real survivors of the Bad Times. The rest of us? We’re just here to help him look after them._
_Kurt made you?_
_Kurt made all of us masks. He needed me to be the innocent. He needed Archivist to take the bad memories. It goes on and on. It’s the Monsters that belong to the predators. And the Bad Times._
_I see…_
*
“He’s been in an awful long time,” Scott said, his voice was barely a murmur.
“He’d call for help if he got lost,” said Jean.
“How can someone like, get lost?” Kitty asked.
Jean bit her lip. She took a deep breath. “Kurt has something called Multiple Personality Disorder. He’s been under control of his other - personas - until very recently. His mind’s been a chaos of other voices…”
Kitty covered her mouth. “Are some of them - dangerous?”
“Not the ones I heard.” She had to smile, in spite of herself. “One's four years old. He’s unbearably cute. You’d like him.”
Someone had to ask it. “How many people *is* he?”
“The functioning entities, his masks, make eight. I don’t know how many others he’s restraining. His parents don’t know. This is a result of some - things that happened out of their sight.”
“That was why they referred to them as 'spells’,” said Hank. “They thought it was just a phase he was going through.”
“Who *did* this to him?” Kitty demanded.
Jean shook her head. “I don’t know. All I got was 'predators’…”
“It’s gotta be someone at school,” said Evan.
They stared at him.
“What? It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Both times he had an 'episode’, he was at school before it happened.”
“But what about Tabby?”
“Tabby doesn’t count.”
“*I’ll* say she doesn’t like, count,” murmured Kitty. “She doesn't count for *anything*.”
“Woo. Bitter much?”
“Shut up, Jubes.”
“Okay. So we can work with this,” Scott glazed over the bickering amongst them. “Everyone’s got a class with or near Kurt, right? We just keep an eye out. Watch him. Watch anyone who comes in contact with him. Easy.”
*
Xavier, meanwhile, was deep in negotiations with the Archivist. It was tricky going, because Fight would keep popping up to try and push him away.
The Archivist had eventually restrained Fight with the mental equivalent of a short leash. That did not mean that either of them were willing to surrender a thing.
_I need to know,_ he persisted. _I want to help._
_No-one needs to know. This is a secret between the predator, the monsters and I. We will *not* hurt you with it. It’s wrong._
_In order to know what can restrain the monsters, I need to know what made them. I must *see*._
_No-one should see. It will wound you. You shouldn’t be wounded._
_I understand the difference between Kurt’s memories and mine,_ offered Xavier. _I can separate them._
_Kurt doesn’t remember these. He’s safe from them. Remembering would make more fractures in us. There would be a host, instead of a collection of masks. No-one should remember this._
_If I know what made the monsters,_ he offered, _I can help calm them down so that they won’t hurt anyone._
The Archivist thought about this.
_Yes. We want peace._
And without further warning, he was tossed headlong into a flood of memory.