Back with an update and Kurt’s not happy. Originally, I was going to have a scene with Mephisto bringing to life Kurt’s memories in the circus for last month’s writing challenge. However, motivation was dead and I was unable to get it done in time. So I decided to hold of Mephisto projecting Kurt’s part until either the next chapter or chapter 4.
Word Count: 936
Squinting and flinching, yellow eyes slowly opened. A low groan escaped Kurt as his body twitched as he sat up. Rubbing his eyes, Kurt inspected his surroundings. It was cold, yet, he felt like he was burning. The area was decorated with a red hue and he felt like he was lost.
Folding his arms, Kurt began walking around, investigating. He tried retracing his steps. ing what happened. He knew for a fact that he was no longer on the school grounds. He also ed that he had been taken. Looking around, he noted it was not the Brimstone Dimension, so seeing his father was unlikely.
“You’ll have to excuse the dramatics,” Mephisto snidely apologized, startling Kurt, “but you are a stubborn man and wouldn’t have came willingly.”
His voice made Kurt’s skin crawl and his fur tense. This was his domain. And he was unwillingly brought here. He didn’t want to see Mephisto, but given the situation, he had to. Turning to face the man, Kurt shot him a tense glare. Mephisto was sitting on a throne, eyeing Kurt with snide amusement.
“I’m also not interested.” Kurt growled.
Mephisto shrugged, standing up. As he approached Kurt, the air in the room seemed to get darker. Kurt took a step back right as Mephisto stopped in front of him.
“I told you a war is brewing, and like it or not, you are much more suited on my side than the side of the heroes. It’s in your blood, little demon.”
Kurt took another step back, tail whipping and fangs barred. “I am not a demon.” “Neyaphem. Demonically crafted mutation. The mutant equivalent of a demon. I really don’t care what you want to call it. What I do care about, and note, is that you’re a bit of an oddity when compared to your friends a d allies. For a mutant you have an odd amount of supernatural ties. Kind of like your father, though you aren’t as corrupt.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “If your so intent on an alliance, why not bribe him instead? Since it sounds like the two of you would get along so smoothly.”
Mephisto chuckled. “Kurt, believe me, if I did, I would have. However, your father seems pretty content with his current affairs. And if his restrictions are to be believed, I’d rather not wait for him to be rid of it. You, however, are readily available and can be mentored.”
“No thanks.”
Turning his back to Mephisto, Kurt took a few steps away from him. Picturing the school, Kurt assumed he could teleport there. He felt, in theory, this place could have similar purpose to the Brimstone Dimension. It could possibly act like a beacon point between teleport locations, much like the aforementioned pocket dimension.
But as Kurt attempted to teleport, nothing happened. There was no smoke or scent of brimstone. He felt his body jolt, but he did not move. It felt like a false start in a manner of speaking. A failed attempt to teleport. He turned to face Mephisto with a glare attempting to hide his alarm.
Mephisto chuckled as he closed the gap between them. “Do you really think I wouldn’t prevent you from leaving?” A hand landed on Kurt’s throat. “And I don’t have to put a fancy inhibitor tool on you to do it.”
Kurt gasped, his throat feeling restricted. “What do you mean?”
“Trapping people here is so easy when you have the ability to do so.” His grip tightened around Kurt’s neck. “So the sooner you accept your place here, the better it’ll be for the both of us.”
Kurt’s throat tightened in Mephisto’s hand as he took in a deep breath. It was disheartening and distressing that Mephisto was able to trap him here. Without assistance no less. It was smart on his part, which only made it more troubling. However, trapped or not, he wasn’t going to give up. If Mephisto really thought he was going to give up that easily, he was dead wrong.
”I refuse.” Kurt fought.
His refusal sent him flying as Mephisto tossed him. Kurt stood up, growling. A fist smacked Kurt’s face, causing him to stumble back a step or two. Said fist turned into an open hand grabbed Kurt’s face, forcing him to look at the demon.
“You're stubborn.” Mephisto commended. “I like that. But stubbornness with me won’t get you anywhere little demon.”
Kurt went to throw a punch at Mephisto when something grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. A metallic chain had sprouted from the ground and captured it. Not letting that stop him, Kurt threw his other arm at Mephisto with the same result.
“Now, now, I want to give you freedom,” Mephisto itted, “but if you’re going to be nasty, I guess I have to restrain you.” Kurt hissed at him, causing Mephisto to chuckle. Such amusement was short lived as he sensed something. “I think we have company. Or well… I do. I hope you don’t mind leather clad, burning skeletons.”
Kurt could hear the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. And it progressively started getting louder. Mephisto retreated to his throne as with the snap of his fingers told the chains to do the same. Kurt could feel his arms being pulled uncomfortably and almost out of the socket as he tried to fight it. Unfortunately, they would win as he was roughly dragged back, and next to the throne.
A familiar face finally became visible, and Kurt could only hope that he could help. Hopefully this game could end before it even started.
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