Kurt opened his mouth in a silent scream, jumping backwards, stumbling. Suddenly, there was blood all over his chest, his hands. Not that this was his first time fighting, or getting dirty, not even the first time that he engaged in violence despite thinking there was a better possibility, even though he had only been an X-Men for about two years, and one of that was mostly training. But Creed's scream, his absolute agony shook him to the core.
It sounded like an animal. Incidentely, it sounded a lot like him when the villagers had finally drove him beyond that point of no return. I shouldn't defend him. He is not like me, he did bad things. He hurt people. He killed. Kurt took a deep breath. Just like me.
*"Verdammt, was hab ich gemacht?" He mumbled under his breath.
Absent-mindedly, he wiped his hands on his uniform, looking at Creed floating. He would be okay now, he didn't have to worry. And the students weren't in danger anymore. He could certainly understand Cyclop's decision to do this. He might have, as the leaders, but... if they only hadn't dragged him out of the hangar so quickly. Down there, it would have been safe to take the chance and talk to him.