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Kurt Wagner (justbeingabamf) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2011-12-02 21:03:00

Entry tags:

castiel, kurt wagner, lily luna potter

Who: Kurt Wagner and OPEN to someone who can realize he is hurt. [Castiel? But anyone else is fine]
What: Kurt comes back from the mission and something isn't right.
When: Friday Night after the mission
Where: Castle, right by the front entrance
Warnings/Ratings:Character Death: Kurt Wagner, possible mentions of blood and some gore?
Status: Incomplete/Open

Give me speed. Give me strength. Protect me Father, and may all the saints watch over me, especially Saint Sebastian.

He hadn't stopped moving. There was no time to stop moving. There was only appearing and then getting to work. He knew that going into this that there was a slim chance for survival for many but the one thing Kurt had never expected was that he was going to be one of them to end up dead. In fact, Kurt hardly believed he was hurt so badly. At first the pain was just a sharp, sharp ache in his side but he kept moving because that was important. He couldn't let people down.

Couldn't let anyone down, not him, not the incredible Nightcrawler.

He teleported like a madman, taking out reaver after reaver with quick slices of his swords and when the wards were finally done he stopped, paused only for a breath.

"I'm... I am heading back," he swallowed hard. "I am heading back, anyone needing transportation, take my arm."

He had closed his eyes because he felt dizzy but he blamed it on all the teleportation. He could have sworn he felt a weight on his arm and the moment he did he muttered, "hold on," then BAMF they were back in the castle at the front entrance.

And that was when he fell to his knees, a hand slowly lifting to his side where his costume was ripped and a sticky, damp substance leaked across his fur. His arms felt like nothing more than two rickety sticks holding him up. They gave out.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been several days since my last confession.

Kurt's chin made a sickening thud against the stone floor and he tried to roll over. His tail moved like a snail to pluck his swords from his back sheath and listlessly they were dropped to the side. He tried to push himself back up again.

I have been struck by the cardinal sin of pride, Father.

Again his arms would not hold him as all their strength had given away. He lowered himself back down, stone cool against his cheek. He might have been crying, or maybe that was sweat. There was a blinding hot pain that hit him for a split second and he cried out before it suddenly went numb.

I thought I was beyond death's reach.

Kurt could barely make it onto his back and his hand settled over the large gash that had ripped through his costume. Sticky, thick, hot, was that his blood all over the ground? It was seeping out of his side. He felt another wave of dizziness.

Forgive me, Father.

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heavenslancer
2011-12-03 09:14 am UTC (link)

Castiel couldn't heal anyone. Cut off from Heaven as he was it was no longer a power he could access. He could move as fast as ever, though, and see as far and he saw the faithful one fall, from high in the air as he watched those below.

He was by the mutant's side a moment after he hit the ground, on his knees, hands on the slender blue body, offering comfort. He knew the wound was serious. He suspect exceedingly so.

"Kurt," he said, voice clear, seeming to come from inside Kurt's head. "Lie still. Be at peace." He placed a hand on the back of Kurt's, over the wound. Only for comfort. All he could do. "I would like to pray with you, if that's alright."

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justbeingabamf
2011-12-04 12:50 am UTC (link)

His tail was twitching madly and every time he tried to move he fell back to the ground until there was a voice as heavenly as any he had ever heard pouring over his thoughts. He felt a warm sense of comfort slowly blanketing over all of his fears.

And I say to you, be still and know that I am God

Kurt's eyes were glassy and the glow was dimming considerably. He blinked up at Castiel.

"I would like that," he managed. He almost laughed, almost smiled. "My pride told me I was okay. I can't feel anything."

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heavenslancer
2011-12-04 01:47 am UTC (link)

Castiel moved close, making sure Kurt would be able to hear him. "You are safe, Kurt. You can rest now." His voice was warm and kind. Different to the one he used every day. "It's alright to be here, where pain cannot touch you. Pride can be forgiven."

He started to pray. "Lord Father, I bring you Kurt. He is truly one of your children, giving of himself to you and to others. He is in need of your comfort, now, and I know that it is his. Show him his peace, his home, when it is his time to see it. Show him your mercy and your comfort in his need. I am thankful, Lord, that you have sent me here to be with Kurt at this time. I am grateful to know him."

He tightened his hand over Kurt's a little. "Please forgive Kurt his transgressions and wash him clean. He wished to bring his pride before you now. He wished to lay it at your feet. Please accept this burden and take it up for him. I pray in your name.

Amen."

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justbeingabamf
2011-12-04 02:01 am UTC (link)

As people arrived there should have been more noise, footfalls and loud calls and the pops of wizards entering the castle but Kurt could hear nothing but the sound of his own breathing and Castiel's prayer. Even then that got quiet and muffled and he felt like he was maybe floating.

He closed his eyes once then opened them one last time and the faint feeling from having lost too much blood and an organ pausing in his body flooded him. His vision swam and then went black.

By the time Castiel finished his prayer Kurt was gone.

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heavenslancer
2011-12-04 02:19 am UTC (link)

Castiel didn't move for a moment. He waited until the soul was completely released from Kurt's physical form. "Sleep well, friend," he said softly. Kurt was the second death he had presided over in a week and there had been many more. To Castiel death had never been an end, unless it was his own or one of his siblings. Kurt would go on but Castiel was trapped. He couldn't pass through the veil any more. Kurt, Jo, Ariadne. They were as lost to him as to anyone.

Castiel gently lifted Kurt, took him to an empty room on the ground floor. He lay his coat over him as he had Jo and pulled out his phone to pass the message on. Then he sat in the nearest chair, head in his hands, and waited.

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liilybean
2011-12-05 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Lily apparated the last stretch back to the castle, she was slightly hurt and tired of running. One of the Reavers had caught her in the arm with one of their jagged weapons but it wasn't anything she couldn't heal herself, the cut wasn't even an inch deep. She materialized in the foyer, looking about just as Castiel walked off with Kurt. Her roommate was unconscious in the man's arms, instantly alerting her.

"Hey! Wait!" She called, taking off after him she caught herself in the doorway, her emerald eyes were wide and her person disheveled and dirty. "He's okay, right? Tell me he's okay!" Panic rose in her voice as she looked at the man.

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	heavenslancer 2011-12-07 09:10 am UTC (link)
	Castiel stopped, turned back. His eyes softened as she spoke, understanding why she was there. He shook his head slowly. "Lily, isn't it?" He already knew. He knew all their names. "I am very sorry." He looked down at the limp form in his arms. "He fought very bravely." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

liilybean
2011-12-08 04:15 am UTC (link)

She couldn't breathe. People had died already, but Lily had only heard the news, never actually witnessed the atrocity as it unfolded. Is this what it had felt like fighting on that dreadful night at Hogwarts? How had her parents managed to keep it together when all around them people were dying? People they cared about..friends, family, colleagues all struck down. The pain ripped through her chest, taking her breath with it. She felt dizzy and nauseated.

Lily nodded faintly at her name, her head hardly moving as she stared at the prone figure that had once been Kurt Wagner. Hot tears stained her cheeks, streaking through the dirt that covered her fair skin. "..he was my roommate." She rasped, clinging to the doorway as her knees felt like buckling.

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