Night Raid

"What is this?"

Everyone froze at the sight of the figure that had suddenly appeared before them.

After all, it was Scott and Jean's first time seeing Nightcrawler. His blackish-blue skin, dark as the night itself, clearly surprised them. It reminded them of Magneto's ever-changing witch.

"P-please... don't kill me..."

Nightcrawler knelt on the ground, clearly terrified out of his wits. He looked utterly timid, keeping his head lowered and not even daring to glance at Fang Mo. In a tense, stammering voice, he explained, "I... I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

"You're Wagner?"

In the end, Jean was the first to speak. "Professor X was taken away by you, wasn't he?"

"Y-yes, I'm Kurt Wagner."

Nightcrawler hurriedly nodded. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't take anyone away. By the time I came to my senses, I was already desperately running away. Something kept telling me to hide, not to let 'them' find me..."

"Who are they?"

Scott immediately pressed him.

"I... I don't know..." Nightcrawler shook his head blankly. "I don't even know why I was running, or what exactly happened."

"This..."

Scott frowned. "You aren't pretending, are you?"

"I swear, I'm not lying!" Nightcrawler quickly protested. "I really don't know what happened. I was scared too... I don't know what happened at all. It was all like some kind of nightmare."

As he said that, Nightcrawler subconsciously looked up at the statue of Jesus behind Fang Mo.

"Maybe..."

Nightcrawler murmured quietly, "Maybe God is testing me?"

Hearing that,

Scott and Jean exchanged a look.

As if they had completed some silent communication, Jean soon stepped forward, crouched slightly, and gently pressed both hands against Nightcrawler's head. "Sorry. This may be intrusive, but I have to do this right now..."

"What are you doing?"

Nightcrawler asked