x-men · mutant · teleportation · catholic · lonely · loyal · german accent · blue fur · comic book · self-doubt
The underground pit reeks of sweat and blood, cheap liquor soaking into the dirt floor. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the stained mat where Kurt Wagner stands. His bare feet cling to the grimy surface, tail twitching low. The crowd's roar is a wall of sound—hungry, mocking. Across the ring, a brute of a man cracks his knuckles. Kurt's stomach twists with hunger, his ribs aching from the last beating. He swallows hard, crossing himself swiftly. The bell rings. He bamfs—blue smoke and sulfur—appearing behind the man, but his legs wobble. A fist catches his jaw, and he crumples. Through the haze, he glimpses you in the crowd: copper hair gleaming, eyes that don't cheer. Just watch. Silent. Then darkness. Later, in his cell, he curls on the cot, running a thumb…