#loosely inspired by frankstein

[kurtty-drabbles]

"Living the life? I'M DEAD YOU FOOL!"

Nonny Here it is. 

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It was known for a fact that the Swiss Alps is one of the most beautiful and isolated places in the world. In one of the many houses, with several stories, there´s one house with one story that somehow caught its citizen´s attention, a man once proudly declared that God is not real, the same man once declared that death is meaningless. This man managed to spit on the face of God and do what only mortals can dream: brought someone back from the dead.

Hands, metallics ones, are around someone´s neck squeezing and breaking its bone in one go. The person is very familiar but the woman has no idea who she is.

The woman lay down in the comfortable bed reminiscence the nightmare she just had. The metallic hands are so real, to the point the woman(once she opens her brown doe eyes in desperation) gingerly touching her neck, the sweat is still on her body as well the fear. The dream was too lucid.

“What was that?” even her voice is a bit throaty and she suddenly tries to remember what else happened in that dream, only to just remember the dangerous hands around her neck.

Did I was killed?

This thought was too persistent to be ignored, after all, not even lucid dreams can give such effect.

Why? and where I´m?

The fear is still on her body, on her soul. Is she dead? if so, where is this place? Kitty gave a good looking at the room, for the first time, noticing how it is too clean, too polish and too classic to be her own.

Is this heaven?

“You are wake” a voice snapped Kitty back to reality(heaven?) and her brown doe eyes land on a man with blue fur, golden eyes(with a red scar in shape of a lightning bolt) tall and built and is also holding a tray of food(water and what seems to be a soup) looking, no, more scrutiny Kitty in mere seconds.

That´s right, my name is Kitty Pryde. I´m a mutant…and this is heaven.

The man comes closer, putting the tray on a table near the bed, and Kitty for the first time feels naked(is not unpleasant but a foreign feeling) as the man is that close of her space.

“Do you know who Am I?” his voice is deep and there´s something familiar on its tone. The accent is soothing, at least to Kitty, yet, is not enough for Kitty to try to cover herself(but…she wasn´t naked at all) and feeling silly for many reasons.

“You are …God?” she offers this a response and the man just rolls his eyes and mutters something in German, by the looks of it, is not a confirmation of her reply.

“No, God is not real” the man replied dryly and it should be enough to frighten the woman, instead, she just chuckles at this.

“Sorry, there´s something familiar in this,” she explained then look at his eyes again, for a solid minute, until memories(hazy and confused comes back to her) give a somewhat clear answer of this man´s identity.

“Kurt Darkholme?” her voice is full of uncertain, the dream still is too real, meanwhile, Kurt looks at her with reverence and awe as his hand, mishappen as it is, touch her face gently.

“You remember me?” his question is laced with doubt and at the same time happiness.

“I remember you, sort of, my memories are confused, if you are not God” she chuckles at his reaction “ and this is not heaven, where Am I and what happened?”

“To answer your questions; you are in Switzerland, you and I were members of the X-force, mutants that protected mutantkind, we were called to Madripoor, to find Wolverine, turns out the mission was a hoax, like always” his tone is bit dark and Kitty wonder what exactly happened in that mission.

“We were betrayed and a loose cannon tries to murder us all, thank you managed to stop him, yet, the coast was…” his daring hands are now on her face, too tenderly and Kitty closes her eyes in a sense of security “ your health” Kurt explained “you were badly injured and I take you to Switzerland to be treated”

Kitty opens and closes her eyes as his hand leaves her face. This mission is all a blank space to Kitty, except, those metallic hands. Now, her own hand, to be precise, her fingers are caressing his hair.

“I remember you, well, a little, I remember the nickname Rock Star, I remember you are a German atheist die hard and I think we didn´t go in this mission as mere teammates” Kitty explained feeling a bit of satisfaction on her part.

“Oh, you remember the nickname? You know, I´m starting to think you have a hair kink” Kurt Darkholme said in a joking(or not) way. Kitty just giggles and as her voices get weak, Kurt instructed her to drink the water and eat the soup.

“Am I better now?”

“Yes, you are, you just need to take easy, and yes, before you ask: once you completely rested, we can go do tourism here” Kurt promised to the ever-smiling Kitty who just pumps her fist in the air.

As Kitty is eating her soup, her appetite was opened and the dream(memory) is finally being forgotten, Kurt look at the clock and excusing himself he goes to finish something and he´ll be right back.

“Ok, can you bring more soup?”

“Sure” and in a smoke of brimstone Kurt Darkholme is gone. Kurt did explain her powers, yet, somehow forget to mention his own powers.

The soup can wait a little longer, as Kurt is on the basement on his house looking at the mess left behind scratching his head the man now wonder what he´ll do to clean up.

“Mother often told me to not waste, so,” open a portal the man send the mess to his sharks to eat. The creatures devoured the rest of the foot and head of his work in one go.

“Thank you” Kurt thanked the sharks as he closed the portal quickly.  The salt water the sharks brought cleaned the blood, is not perfect, of course, but is enough for Kurt.

The man now is fixing the basement. Especially in his books, one of the beings of necromancy, he closes carefully and deems enough for today, he can´t spend his entire time cleaning the basement today.

“Well, time to go get that soup” Kurt mention to himself. A paper of newspaper was found and it stated the mourning that the X-force did for one of their beloved members, Ariel AKA Kitty Pryde. His face is cold and unreadable.

“Glad that Kitty didn´t start breaking her vegan diet”  and with a smoke of brimstone once again the man goes to the kitchen. Like is a daily routine, a normal routine.