Who: Kurt, Xavier, (NPC brother Stefan and NPC Mob) When: Sometime 1992 late evening Where: Winzeldorf, Germany What:Xavier saving, and recruiting him to X-men-
Kurt had been traveling around for a good few months after the falling out with the 'new' owner of his previous circus troop. He hadn't really found any really good jobs, as he was still young, and the only thing they would hire him for was to be a gopher person. His strange looks didn't lend much to most people hiring him anyway. He hid under a bit long trench coat most times, along with sunglasses, and ball cap. However, this still didn't stop people from know his was some type of mutant, or thinking he was some demon in real life form. He got ridiculed, beat up, and lead a pretty poor existence during this time.
After a little while of this he decided to look up his brother Stefan, who had been living in Winzeldorf the last few years. He found him and when he did he seemed to be confused about a group of benevolent demons that were disguised as children of the local town folk. It was then that Kurt discovered that his foster brother had begun a killing spree of the local children. It seemed that only Stefan could see through these guises, yet he couldn't understand that they were a peaceful race. Kurt while staying with his brother several times tried to talk to him about trying to understand what these children were about, and why they were there. However, Stefan disagreed and thought they should be terminated because they were demons, and no demon was a good demon. Kurt was saddened by his brothers words, because he was oft times thought to be a demon himself, and he would hate to be killed just because of what he looked like. Kurt tried to tell his brother this but he left anyway, not listening to Kurt.
It was a dark night, and Stephan went out once again to hunt the demon children, who seemed to have their rituals they did at night. They were not a harmful race of demons, yet they did still have their costumes that they seemed to have instinctually to have to do even without being taught. Stephan was about to slay one such child when Kurt bamf'd in front of the child. "NO! I won't let you kill these innocents. I can't let you do this Stephan." He said in German. Stephan's eyes narrowed on Kurt, and he said, "Fine, it will be against you and I then, I am sorry I will have to kill you too, but I will not let this demon vermin take over this village." Stephan then lounged at Kurt, sword in hand, and Kurt not wanting to be hurt or hurt his brother once again teleported away, to behind him. He talked to him as they fought, eventually hand to hand, as Kurt's tail was used to swat the sword from Stephan's hand. Somehow Kurt got him in a head lock, and not knowing much about wrestling, or his own strength it seemed unfortunately broke his brother's neck.
He stood a good few minutes staring down at his limp brothers body, his neck placed in an awkward angle. He hadn't meant to. Dear, Lord, I didn't mean too. He thought to himself. Soon people were gathering after hearing a commotion, and they looked at the dead man on the ground, and then up at Kurt, who looked much like a demon himself. "DEMON!!! A DEMON HAS KILLED A FELLOW VILLAGER!!" some shouted, as the ones that encountered Kurt and the now dead Stephan gave chase. Soon more came into the chase with pitch forks, swords, and other weapon type utensils. Kurt was running for his life, at the same time asking forgiveness, and praying to his God to save his life.
The chase lasted a good five ten minutes until they finally got Kurt cornered and were closing in on him. He decided at that moment, even though the want to teleport out of there was so strong in Kurt, as human's survivalist instinct would always be strong, that he would not run away from his punishment. He fell to his knees, closed his eyes, and waited for the punishment that God was raining upon him for his sin of killing his brother. However, this was not to be Kurt's fate, at least not to die at the hands of this mob, or for God to punish him for the accidental death of his brother. For at that very moment that he had fallen to his knees and closed his eyes waiting to be pierced and killed by several sharp objects was when Professor Xavier froze the scene where it was, and entered into the picture.
After a few moments of just sitting there with his eyes closed, and nothing was happening of any painful type happenings, Kurt chanced to open one eye. What that one eye saw was all the people who had been chasing him frozen in place, one poised to do a striking blow into Kurt's head from above. He blinked, and looked around for what was causing this. Soon he saw the lone man in the wheelchair that was sitting among the frozen people. "Good evening, Kurt," He said in a cool voice. "Looks as if I came in the nick of time, doesn't it?" He smiled at the young man. "Would you like to come with me and away from this scene?" Kurt started to stand, careful not to run into the sharp object that was directly above his head. "Yes," he said, not wanting to look a gift horse in the face, and trusting that whoever this man was, he was sent from God, and somehow God was seeing fit to forgive him for the death of his brother. He closed his eyes a second to send a thankful prayer to his benevolent lord and savior, and then teleported beside the older man's side.
It was then that Xavier lead him to where the Blackbird was, where on the flight back home to his adoptive mom's place before they went to New York Xavier filled him in on what this new life entailed if he choose to embark on it. When he got to his mom's house he was disappointed to find out that she already knew about it, and that she was off somewhere else. She didn't talk to Kurt for a very long time, until she saw for herself that it really was an accident, and finally forgave him, however this took many years. For now, Kurt was taken to the institute, where he decided that their was no better way to redeem himself for his tragic mistake in taking his brother's life then to help the X-men in their fight to rid the world of bad people.