The Fallen World ((Open))

[kurtwagner]

The night had fallen like a dark blue blanket over the city. The lights of the bars had lit up streets like multi colored fireflies in the night sky around him as he sat on the corner of a building looking down into the lit street below. He watched people pass by some cloaked others open as they walked he was hid , never admired nor looked upon as human but always feared and hated for he looked like a demon, a blue demon. One which all wanted to hunt and none wanted as a friend.

He sat on the cold stone corner his tail moving like a blue snake behind him as he watched he wasn't waiting for any one in particular but he liked the breeze it had , it was warm with a hint of cool to it and he liked it that way , the quiet where he could gather his thoughts and whits and clear his mind of all the busyness that the school created in his mind.

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Jona, having just come out of one of the local bars,a bottle clutched firmly in her arms as though embracing her only friend. Her pace kept at a considerable speed, even if her posture suggested a hint of disorientation, quite possibly from the liquor she held. At first glance, she seemed your typical punk girl, if it wasn't for the ominous aura clinging to her like a darkened shroud. Then again, it could have been the small black feline that darted around her feet giddily. Whatever it was, the girl seemed to stand out.

Her raven coloured hair was strewn wildly atop her head, as her fingers picked subconsciously at her split ends, making it worse. Her cheeks retained a slight rosy appearance amidst her pale skin as she brought the bottle to her lips, taking another long swig of the golden elixer within. Brushing past several people, she watched them through the corner of her eyes as they stumbled shortly after crossing her path. A slight snicker escaped from her as she became amused by a small act of misfortune, specially one caused by her. People disgusted her, yet they still provided adequate amusement as she took pride in reveling in their ignorance.

As her laughter ceased, her feet led her around the corner, Jona coming to a halt before the one crouched at the isolated spot. As she admired the blue skin of the man down to the whipping tail commonly associated with demons, she found herself smitten with the new being she had come across, just for his peculiarities although it could just be the alcohol speaking.

[kurtwagner]

Kurt stood to his full height seeing a young woman looking at him, he said nothing but turned, his silhouette like the devil searching for his next poor soul to drag to hell his yellow eyes standing out in the dim light, but that was not him he was there waiting for a man but here was a raven hared dark woman holding a bottle of what he could only take as some sort of alcoholic drink in her hand.

He spoke to her in a soft low voice not wanting to scare her. " You know, you should not drink , It will hurt you in the long run" he said his tail moving to take the bottle from her. Holding it he looked into it then threw it against a wall hearing it smash he sighed " I will not show my self for fear you will scream, which is something I don't wish to do, I am merely a child of the night, if you wish nightcrawler " he said smirking in the semi darkness that hid his face.

He crouched down but staid in the shadows " you know who I am who are you ?" he asked " and why do you drink , is it to forget or to remember?" he asked resting his arms on his legs.

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Jona watched with a dazed look as the bottle was pulled away from her, and although she tried swiping at the bottle, her hands caught naught but empty air, as the liquor flew just out of her reach, Her head dropped as she looked at the purring creature rubbing against her leg affectionately. Reaching down, she ran her fingers across the contours of the feline, as the cat embraced her touch,it's amber coloured gaze looking upon Jona.

Jona's gaze turned back to the man shadowed in the corner, her eyes trying to catch the man's face, as she moved closer in curiosity. Now on all fours, she crawled closer, her hair loosely hung over the right side of her face. Ironically, she wasn't afraid of the enigmatic mutant. Her voice rung softly in return as her eyes narrowed.
"I drink because it soothes my agony."
Her body was now mere feet away, her back arched as she reached out to touch the man's face, her face drawing in closer. As her face neared, the strong scent of alcohol could be detected on her breath, so it was obvious the alcohol's side effects lingered, which lowered her guard and the barrier she had set up to deter others.
"They call me Cataclysm or Luck Eater by some. I am cursed by the worst of bad luck. I can only thrive by drawing in the luck of others, leaving misfortune and disaster in my wake. Tell me, are we not similar? You are shunned for your appearance and I am shunned for my curse."

[kurtwagner]

Kurt looked at the woman he was curios at her stance as it seem to mimic the cat that now slicked at her side. His yellow eyes looked her up and down " Well Cataclysm..unlike you I turned to my faith not a bottle as you clearly have " he said softly as he moved his head to one side then they other. " if you take my luck you will find it a meager thing, luck has never been on my side " he said moving slightly onto the light to show her only a portion of his face, then he laughed.

" Yes Cataclysm we are alike in some respect, I have been run out of places just for who I am as were you " he saw a man walking out the pub a long table leg in his hand instinct made him quickly grab hold of her pulling her into the shadows with him as his tail wrapped around her holding her against him.

He watched as the man hit a pole close to his head, a splinter broke off and he felt it dig deep into his cheek, but he kept quiet as the man struck again. This time across his unseen back he felt the wood hard against him his back now stinging from the splinters. The Man passed by them drunkenly staggering away from them as he let her go. Wiping his hand across his cheek he could feel the warm sticky blood and the splinter sticking out of his blue skin as he stepped back from her and sat down.

"Before you say it, it was not your fault " he said looking at her knowing she would think it was her fault that he was now sat with splinters in his back and cheek. Reaching up he quickly pulled out the one that sat in his cheek.

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Jona's fingers reached outwards to touch the demon's face as his head swiveled off to the side, her fingers grasping empty air as her hands pulled back towards her bosom, her eyes unusually sympathetic towards the man, although this too was probably the influence of the alcohol. As the man mentioned she should turn to faith instead of drinking, she snickered, her body backing up against the wall near the demon, as her legs followed into a fetal position. Her arms wrapped around her knees, as her awkward laughter ceased. Her head turned to the demon, the eyeliner now smudged around her brown eyes.
"Well, I was a devout Christian once, but so too were the ones who assailed me. Which caused me to ask myself, if I am among the superhuman, why do I praise a deity who cares less about me and might possibly be among my own kind? The alcohol just makes all of my troubles melt away with a single swig. Surely there is nothing wrong with that?"

Jona was caught offguard, by the demon's tail whipping around her, pulling a surprised Jona into the shadows beside the darkened midnight features of the mutant. Her eyes strayed over to the area where the demon's eyes now stared intently.
A mess of a man had came stumbling out of the nearby bar, what seemed like a table leg dragging on the ground behind him with a horrid grinding noise. The man looked upwards to see them standing there, the over abuse of alcohol apparently eating away at his fears as his eyes widen at the sight of the blue mutant. As the man pulled the 2x4 over his head, Jona knew what was about to happen.

Closing her eyes to avoid watching the carnage to unfold, she inhaled deeply, as the crackling of something wooden splintered near her ears, followed by the loosening of the serpentine tail that had held her. A soft thud beside her caused her to open her eyes as she looked at the demon who had taken to the ground clutching the crimson wound now emblazoned across his unusual features.

Jona clenched her fist as the man told her it was not her fault such a thing had happened. Pulling herself back to her feet, she stood over the blue demon, her head turned in the direction of the drunken man, who could be heard hassling some female escorts who had been doing their own questionable business, the slurred speech of the man indicating that he had done a great deed by striking down one of the Devil's consorts. Glancing back down, Jona smiled rather mischievously at the one called Nightcrawler, the effects of the alcohol slowly wearing off.
"Can you honestly stand up for yourself, Nightcrawler? Your mutation is something to be admired, not hated, yet you brood in the street gutters. Trust me, that man will suffer for his misdeeds. Believe me."

The one factor Jona had left out was that she fed upon the man in spite of her anger. she drained the man of a considerable amount of luck, and now she was curious to see the aftermath of her seemingly righteous act.

[kurtwagner]

Kurt smiled up at her from where he sat he watched her move to sit close to him and he sighed "I've been called a monster. I've been hunted. Hell, I'm the son of a demon. Does this mean that I have no soul? I don't know for sure. It isn't something I can touch, something I can control. All I can control is what I do. I make the choices I think are right and that is all I can do. I decided that I have a soul. Come back with me. Come back and prove to the world that you to have a soul." He shifted his position slightly to look at her. " Stop the drinking and face what has broken you, it will make you stronger..." He paused as he slowly moved his hand so his soft blue fingers touch her cheek turning her gently as so to make her look at him in his yellow eyes. " it did for me" He finished as he rolled his shoulder slightly.

Smiling at her he shuffled a little closer to her his own knees matching hers as he sat with her "You know my grasp of ethical and theological theory is slipping, to say the least. As a result, I am forced more often than not to rely on the facts as I know them. Action always speak louder than words. Your actions have marked you, to me, as a good person." he said as he once again looked into her eyes he had hoped he at least had made a friend in her.He saw her as not a luck stealing mutant but a woman who needed some one she could trust again.

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Her posture went back to what it had been before, her knees tucked in next to her as her eyes remained firmly fixated on the spot where the drunkard had been. Her ears remain ever open as she took in the words the demon was saying. It was in a sense the same philosophical bull**** she had been taking in all those years ago from those churches which had decided to abandon her. The priests had always spoke about what it meant to have a soul, even though they were practicing this self righteous hypocrisy to which they themselves knew naught about. Ironically enough, Jona felt herself listening to the strange creature which sat beside her.

As she shifted her weight to the opposite side, she felt the fingers of the demon caress her cheek. It was nothing forceful, yet she felt her head slowly turn to meet the gaze of the demon, her eyes now finding themselves looking at the golden irises of the man, a cold and distant look, yet the eyes possessed a certain sympathetic warmness to them. Her eyes stared into the demon's before eventually pulling her head away as the words, " it did for me" escaped the nightcrawler's lips.

It was irony that Jona had only listened to such advice when it came from the mouth of a demon as opposed to a priest. For some reason, she felt it held more merit. Her head still turned away, she looked through her wild mess of hair, to see the demon now take a similar stance to her own. Exhaling, she herself could still detect the faint aroma of liquor on her breath, though the alcohol had seemed to wear off now, her discomfort rising as she continued to listen to the demon's words.
Her own voice piped up upon the conclusion of Nightrawler's speech, although it now held the usual air of loathing it always had, a low pitched cold voice,barely over a whisper. "Funny, you're the first to call me a good person. How can you be so sure I'm not just another disillusioned monster? I've killed a few people, hurt others, and have manipulated many more than that.... I think you've misjudged me..."
She failed to see Nightcrawler's logic. She would not be so easily swayed by a few sweet words of comfort, letting go of all that she had been through and the anguish she had suffered at the hands of her own kin.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden outburst of a man nearby, his voice resembling that of the man who had attacked the demon earlier. The words were as slurred as before, but any simpleminded fool could pick out the numerous swear words he used followed by the crash of something heavy. After that,an eerie silence once again ensued through the alley. Jona, casting a sideways glance at Nightcrawler, let an uneasy laugh escape her lips. She had no doubt it was her powers in effect, yet this would be the first the demon had seen of them.

[kurtwagner]

Kurt watched her watching him as he sat next to her, he smiled a little as she spoke but didn't finish as he heard the sounds that came from some where in front of him he could not help give a soft chuckle and smile at the mans down fall. He knew he should not have, but then again the man was a drunk and a mutant hater. Kurt still chuckling shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Jona and he smiled." There are no disillusioned monsters in my eyes, only people who lack direction, As for the monster part, I have seen and done things I'm not proud of too, I have killed men all in the name if science I was drugged to attack the president, so were all monsters in one way or another. " He said " that one I'm not proud of" he lowered his head but then looked up at her as he shifted where he sat his bottom turning numb " listen is there any where warm we could go, I'm afraid my butt's got rather numb" he said and looked at her rather like a small boy who'd done something wrong.

He didn't want to move from her side as he had found he kinda liked it there some one who understood his pain and he hers. He hoped there was some place other than the bar they could go and talk . His tail waved behind him completely on its own it touched her hand and he looked at her quickly grabbing his tail and holding it. " sorry, thing seems to have a mind of its own some times" he said and looked at her then down at her hand slowly he moved his hand to touch the back of hers hoping she would not mind he felt her skin under his and smiled " your hands are soft " he said not noticing his cheeks turn a light purple.