【Angel Night】Shrub

When Kurt opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He blinked in confusion, dull pain belatedly took over his body, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, and Kurt realized that he was in the hospital.He turned his head and saw a strange black-haired woman sitting beside the bed. Seeing that he had woken up, the man hurried out to call the doctor in. After a while, Kurt was surrounded by doctors.

He was recovering under the care of the hospital, at least able to stand up on his own with the help of crutches. The dark-haired woman introduced herself as a nurse, and Kurt asked her if she had seen Warren, and she shook her head.

"No one has ever come to see you." She said stiffly.

I regret it, I was too impulsive, Kurt thought ruefully.Warren must have something to hide. I shouldn't be angry with him. Although he did do stupid things, what we need more than a cold war is to talk face to face.

Kurt vaguely had a bad premonition. He was too weak to use his mutant ability to go back. The female nurse was supposed to take care of his injuries, but it was more like they were sent to monitor him.He tried to leave the hospital several times but was quickly stopped back. He was distraught, but he had no choice but to concentrate on recovering his strength.He was trapped in the hospital for at least a month, and finally on a Sunday night, he teleported back to their basement while the nurse was going to the bathroom.

Not a single light in the basement was turned on. Kurt switched on theirs, and an ominous feeling filled his senses.There was a thin layer of dust on the table, no one had been in the room for a while, the kitchen had obviously been cleaned, the seasonings in the small glass jars disappeared from the table, he was in a sunny day After changing the floral-embroidered sheets on a bright afternoon, Warren scoffed at his taste, and now the bed was empty, neither the quilt nor his floral-embroidered sheets.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and teleported to the landlord's house that he couldn't reach with his current strength.

"Sir, open the door, please," Kurt called in broken French, knocking on the door repeatedly.

Ten minutes later, the landlord came out cursing and opened the door. He was taken aback by Kurt at the door. He had never seen Kurt's real face, and only remembered his black cloak that was covered from head to toe.

"I'm your tenant, do you remember? Me and that blond man, Warren, we live in the basement." Kurt didn't care about these, he begged the landlord earnestly, "Why has our rental house been cleaned? It's not due yet, is it? Have you seen Warren?"

"Several gentlemen came to check him out last month!" The landlord was still in shock, "I never rent a house to mutants! Let me go, if you don't leave, I will call the police!"

"Then did you see Warren? That blond man," Kurt said anxiously, and stared at the landlord intimidatingly with sharp teeth. "Tell me where he went!"

"I haven't seen him. A few people in suits and leather shoes came to help him return the rent. They said they were servants of your friend's house, and they didn't ask me to refund the rent. I really haven't met your friend." The landlord With a cry of surprise, he fell limply on the ground and passed out.

Kurt was frozen in place by the landlord's simple words.

He's home, he thought dispiritedly, it's over.

Completely over.

He burst into tears on the streets of Paris.

Warren Worthington II was delighted.

Since his son eloped with a freak, God, he didn't want to use that word to associate his son with a mutant monster, which was the first good thing that happened to him.Although he had a quarrel with Warren, he finally returned home. He swore to him that he would never see that mutant again, so he would never meet again. Warren Worthington II thought complacently, My son is a man of his word.

His secretary whispered in his ear and told him that the young master had returned and was in his room.Mr. Worthington was very happy, and he was even willing to put down his airs and go to his son's room to find him in person. He didn't mind his son's little emotions because the prodigal son wouldn't get any money back.

He dismissed the servants who followed, and there was no need for a third person to be present when father and son were alone.His son's room was directly above the study, and he calmly stepped up the carpet on the stairs, approaching his son's place step by step.

Mr. Worthington symbolically knocked on the door three times, but no one responded. He guessed that his son was still angry, but he was not angry, so he pushed the door open and entered.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and then he saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

Warren sat blankly by the window, face buried deep in his palms, unspeakable pain lingering around him, and none of this was his father's concern.

A pair of white wings stretched out from behind him, and the angel's wings stretched gently behind his back. The bright moonlight shone on them, and Warren's whole body shimmered, full of pain and beauty.

He raised his face, tears drying on his face.He is a mutant, and since he was born, there is a small gap besides the proper organs in his unknown private parts. His father chose to bury the truth in self-deception and did not allow anyone to mention it.Warren Worthington III is a normal person and only he knows it's not true.His pain, his sorrow was buried in his heart, which was why he wanted Kurt from the first moment he saw him.

Only they are similar in the world.

"Look," Warren pulled a mocking smile from the corner of his mouth, "I'm the kind of person you look down on the most."???

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