[i]As he stood alone in the dark cavern, all Kurt could see was fire and darkness. The flames danced around him, the shadows on the walls mimicking its movement as his bright yellow eyes darted everywhere. The place was odd, yet strangely Kurt found it familiar. He couldn’t have been here before though right? He certainly would have remembered it if he had. He headed forward, keen to investigate but that was when the laughter started. Loud and painful, like nails on a chalk board, it echoed throughout the room. 

“Who…who are you?” Kurt managed, raising his hands into a feeble fighting stance.

The laughter ceased and all that could be heard the crackling of the fire once more, until a deep voice spoke. “Why Mr Wagner, have you already forgotten your dear master-“[/i]

[b]BAMF![/b]

The young boy’s eyes shot open as a bundle of demonic chaos appeared in the air above him and fell with a thud onto his chest. The German swore loudly as he swung tiredly to knock the creature away but before his arms even reached the thing, it was already gone, bounding off the bed on all fours. Kurt groaned in annoyance as he pulled the covers off himself and swung his leg round. Rising to his feet, he stretched with a yawn before giving himself a small scratch where the sun doesn’t shine. That was when his eyes gazed around the motel room he was staying in and spotted the clock. 

10am.

“Für fickt willen” He swore loudly once more as he rubbed his eyes. He was late. Very late. 

Moving quickly he rushed into the bathroom, almost tripping over another blue sleeping demon in the process, who was led snoring with an empty whiskey bottle in its arm. Kurt didn’t bother to complain about how the Bamfs had been stealing once again. Bad enough he had to deal with the indigo critters every hour of every day, now they had started stealing. What great pets! 

He washed his face and hair using the water basin, not before having to removing another sleeping Bamf from it beforehand. After a quick combing he was done and dressing himself into a simple pair of slacks and a shirt, before making his way to the door. Pulling on his coat, the mutant looked at himself in the mirror, giving himself a low sigh. A monstrous face stared back at him, with bright yellow eyes and indigo skin, his pointed ears sticking out slightly from his hair. If only he was normal.

Making sure that his tail was tucked into his pants and his hood covered the majority of his face, Kurt gave the motel room one last look. Luckily all but two of the Bamfs were asleep. Maybe if he left now quickly he could be rid of them forever. Unfortunately that plan didn’t work. He was walking through the lobby when all of a sudden all twenty Bamfs appeared out of nowhere, leaving a thick scent of brimstone in their wake. Luckily Charles Xavier, Kurt’s new employer or instructor, had checked the teen into one of the only motels in New York where no one bothered to man the front desk meaning that he managed to sprint out the building before anyone could see him.

He crossed the street quickly, not wanting to raise attention to himself, which was especially hard when you were constantly being followed by an army of blue naked demons. Another stroke of luck was that the hotel happened to be just down the street from the warehouse/bar where Kurt was meant to be meeting the man. That meant in the time it took him to finally reach the building, he had only left one or two people running or shouting abuse. That was actually good for Kurt. 

He was defiantly not expected there to be so many people in the bar when he entered. He shuffled in quietly and gazed around at the gathering calmly, not meaning to disturbed them, however that all ended when the Bamfs jumped through the door behind him, pushing the German to the floor, his hood falling from his head as he did so.