I heard three loud thumps as someone knocked loudly on my door. I didn't move though. I hadn't moved since three hours ago and I wasn't about to start now. Thoughts about what happened in the kitchen kept replaying in my brain, over and over, like a nightmare that you couldn't escape.

I heard more thumps at my door, but I remained still.

"Kurt?" I heard a familiar voice question. "You in there?" Peter asked.

Why would Quicksilver be at my door? And why did I sense a hint of anxiety in his words?

"Nein," I muttered disheartenedly.

"Ha! I heard that," He said a little bit louder. "Open up buddy, you're going to want to hear what I have to say."

I wasn't in the mood for him at all right now. He'd probably been flirting with Evelyn. They're probably best friends by now, I bet they'd been talking about me.

"Go. Avay."

"Come, on Kurt," He persisted, sounding oddly sincere. "It's about Evelyn... I think..." He faded off.

My ears perked slightly at her name. He thinks what?

I'm going to regret this, "Vat about Evelyn?"

Silence.

He sure knew how to get on my nerves. It was probably nothing, he was just trying to torment me...

I let out a loud groan before throwing off my covers and making a bee line to the door, unlocking it. Before I could even turned the handle I felt a cold gust of wind and turned to see Peter standing by my bed, glaring at my messy room.

"I said, vat about her?" I demanded.

His attention snapped from my disaster of a room, to me.

"After you ditched her in the kitchen she got a bit," He paused looking for the right words. "No, she got VERY upset."

Oh no what have I done. Of course she got upset, I should've stayed and talked to her instead of just thinking about myself. I can't believe I -

"And I think she's run away."

What?! "Vat?!"

In a state of panic I bamfd across my room to Peter, appearing so close to him our noses almost brushed. "Vhere iz she?" I pleaded.

This was a disaster and as usual it was all my fault. What if she's hurt? I thought back to when I first saw her; Clothes dirty, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.

"I think I know where she went, I can take you," He said seriously, then raising his eyebrows he added, "But I'm not taking you anywhere looking like that."

I glanced down at my gross stain clothes, becoming frustrated at Peter's priorities.

"Who cares vat I look like ven Evelyn's missing?" I half growled, trying to suppress my panic and anger.

I thought I saw a look of amusement flicker across Peter's face but it was gone too quickly to tell. "I care." He replied. I suddenly felt multiple strong gusts of wind from every direction. By the time I knew what was going on, Peter was already back in front of me, a small smirk on his face as he said, "That's better."

What? I realised I felt different. I glanced down and was astonished to find my clothes had transformed into a much cleaner, crisp, and striking outfit, made up of clothes I didn't even know I owned. A strand of freshly gelled hair drifted onto my refreshed face and I swear I smelt like mint.

I glanced up at a rather pleased looking Peter, when our eyes met his expression drifted back to concern.

"Vat just... Vie did... Vait, if you changed my clothes zat means you saw..." Mein Gott, I was going to kill him.

"No time for explanations," Peter hurried. "We've got to find Evelyn. Can you keep up or do you want to run with me."

"I can keep up," I answered quickly. I'd had a taste of whiplash before and I wasn't keen to get another, although I hoped he would slow down a bit because even though I hate to admit it, Peter is way too fast for me.

I felt a gush of wind as Peter took off and I teleported after him.

***

15 miles in 5 minutes. I was physically and mentally drained. The cold night air clung to my hot breath and Peter hadn't even broken a sweat, he looked as though he hadn't even moved. But at least we where here, where Peter thought Evelyn was.

But where exactly was 'here'?

Dampened dirt splattered my feet as a light rain began to fall from the darkened sky. I took a few steps forward and gasped. Emerging from the shadows of the night, towering over us, stood a large archway, leading into what looked like a small, abandon town. As I walked through the archway the pale moonlight cast a kind of glowing dullness over the structures that lay before me. Despite this, I could still see that this place used to be filled with brightness. The remaining crusty and damaged stalls lay in the moist dirt. I heard light crunch as my foot made contact with a small square of paper. I peeled it from the ground and held it up to my face. The print was smudged and cracked from long term exposure to heavy rain and burning sunlight but I could still make out the few letters c-i-r-c-u... Oh.

I lowered the paper and was met with the sight of a giant striped tent, that cast a shadow over the rest of the old circus. I suddenly was hit with the realisation that this situation wasn't what Peter had told me it was. There was more to this.

"She's waiting for you," Peter whispered from directly behind me, making me shiver uncomfortably. Or maybe it was just the freezing breeze.

By the time I had turned to ask what was going on, he was gone. Instead, directly where he would've been standing was a small ripped out piece of paper from a notebook with the words 'follow the candles' scribbled on it.

Candles? I turned back towards the tent and began bamfing closer to it. Not long after I saw the small flicker of a candle sitting on the floor near the side of the tent. When I reached it I gasped again as I was met with a path way lined with tiny candles, beckoning me to follow. So I did.

I was guided along most of the circumference of the tent to a door leading inside. I stepped in and was met with a pitch black void of space. I felt around the walls and found a lever which I then pulled, causing light to flood the room just before my night vision could kick in. The atmosphere around me whirred to life as the soft tapping of carnival music set in, accompanied by the warm glow of light that tickled my skin. I appeared to be in storage room, Evelyn no where to be seen.

The air around me smelt musty and damp but I could still detect the distant scent of popcorn caught on the air. I followed my nose and was led into a large open space covered by a few remaining patches of the tent that hung high above my head. The ground was sandy and around me circled hundreds of battered plastic seats and in the middle of the open space a large trapeze stood, towering over me, with a tight net hanging underneath.

It reminded me so much of the Munich Circus... Of my home.

"Kurt?" My ears had never heard anything as sweet as her voice and knowing she was okay made me feel warm.

I followed her voice and looked up to the top of the trapeze platform to see Evelyn sitting on the edge with a small grin on her face.

I felt a pang of fear inside me seeing her that high above the ground. "Vat are you doing up zhere?"

Her grin grew wider and as she playfully stated, "You're going to have to come up here and find out."

My heart jumped as I realised how civil this conversation was so far. I didn't expect Evelyn to forgive me straight away but this was a good start. I quickly bamfed up onto the platform, my stomach instantly feeling queasy with a bit of fear but mainly a strong sense of nostalgia. The queasiness only got worse though as I saw how beautiful Evelyn looked. Her icy blonde hair was pulled back in a long braid, scattered with tiny pink flowers that were tucked into loose strands and she wore a soft cushiony dress sitting just above her knees that was coloured almost so lightly of pink that it just might have been cream.

"Vow..." Was all I could mutter as I slowly made my way to the edge and sat next to her. "You look... hinreißend." (gorgeous, captivating, adorable.)

She turned to me and giggled, allowing me to see she was no longer wearing the glasses from before. I was instantly captivated by the deep richness of her eyes. "Danke, Kurt." she replied.

She didn't look away. Instead she moved her face closer to mine. So close, that if I had rocked myself even a millimetre closer, our lips would have brushed. Her breath was hot on mine and her eyes fixated on my face. She began to move in even closer... So close, then she... Grabbed my ear.

"Ouch!" I yelped as her grip on my ear tightened. What was going on?!

I saw a look of surprise cross her face, as she let go and moved away before smile guiltily and saying, "Sorry, I just... I didn't realise your ears would look that... Cool."

Cool? Wait, look?

"So you can see zen?" I asked cautiously, gesturing towards her eyes.

She nodded, "Only the outlines of things though, Hank somehow linked it to my echolocation, so no more tongue clicking for me," she finished giggling.

I forced a small nervous laugh too. So she couldn't see the colour of my skin then, thank the lord. I glanced over at her to see she was pouting, with her head hung. Oh no, what have I done now?

"Iz everything ok, Evelyn?"

She looked at me with a sad smile, "Yeah, it's just... I miss colour you know?" She paused for a moment before adding, "And I know that it's selfish of me, to not be happy with what I've already been given but I just, can't help it."

I felt my heart sink at her statement. I had spent so long almost happy about her not having sight, since it meant she would hang out with me, that I had never really stopped to think what terrible toll it must have taken on her.

I shifted a bit closer and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my chest. "It'z not selfish at all. You've lost something you love, and zat is difficult for everyvone. I'm veally sorry for being so self-centred, I should have been zhere for you." I admitted to her softly. "I just got so scared you vould sink I vas... a monster. I didn't vant to lose you." I finished, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"Monster?" I heard her asked, as she arched her neck to look at me.

You've said too much, you've said too much. I anxiously glanced around looking for a distraction and as I glanced over Evelyn's head, I found my salvation.

"Popcorn!" I stated, way too excitedly. As if on queue my stomach growled loudly in agreeance, adding a convincing touch.

"Oh yeah," said Evelyn, removing herself from our half-hug and reaching across to grab to popcorn. "This was all kind of... Peter's idea." She smiled sheepishly.

I couldn't help but smile too. Turns out he could be a nice guy.

"Yeah he organised this whole thing really," She continued. "Well it was a two person plan. I suggested the circus because of your memories I accidentally saw when we first met, and he helped find one."

I tried to contain my smile but it grew large as I let a few memories seep into my consciousness. "Yeah, I love it." I said quietly taking a hand full of popcorn and gazing out across the tent.

My gaze suddenly met a circular slab of wood attached to two sturdy strings, almost begging to be swung on.

"Evelyn," I started. "How much would you say zat you trusted me?"

"Evelyn," Kurt started with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "How much would you say zat you trusted me?"

I couldn't take my eyes off his toothy grin, he looked so happy. "A lot, I guess," I replied curiously. I can't believe how great this plan had gone. He still wasn't completely opening up to me, but we were getting somewhere. And being able to see him like this... His tall body covered in smart looking clothes and thin gelled strands of hair falling one by one onto his forehead, forming bangs. His pointed, elf-like ears and almond shaped eyes, and his welcoming lips... Wait what?

I didn't have time to think about my feelings though, as Kurt suddenly propelled himself off the ledge. I froze in fear, letting out a small breath as his hands met with the trapeze. He yelled out in enjoyment as he swung back and forth, sometimes letting go and performing a somersault before bamfing back onto the trapeze. He looked like he had been doing it his entire life, like he had never left the circus.

He swung once more, then flipped his legs over the trapeze and let go stretching his arms out towards me.

Oh god. I hope he didn't mean he wanted me to - That's why he had asked how much I had trusted him. There was no way I was going to ruin this night, and besides; There was a net below us that was only half rotted, and Kurt was a teleporter. What could go wrong?

I quickly jumped up and removed my shoes, as Kurt swung closer to the platform. I didn't look down, only at his outstretched arms. Closer, closer, and... "Now!," He yelled, and I jumped.

His hands grasped my wrists and I felt gravity try to pull me down, but our hold on each other was too strong.

We swung back and I let a squeal escape my lips as a strong wind whipped around my face and through my hair. The world around us blurred as I glanced up to see Kurt grinning down at me, his hair plastered all over his forehead now. I shot a giant grin back as we continued to swing.

"Are you veady to fall now?" Kurt shouted down at me.

What?

Before I could react he had unhooked his legs from the trapeze and wrapped his body around mine as we began to fall.

I felt so safe in his arms I didn't even process the fact were were falling four stories until I felt the net catch as.

I began to giggled uncontrollably as Kurt unwrapped himself from around me but I stopped instantly when I realised our faces were only centimetres apart. I saw his eyes glance down at my lips and my eyes did the same. I inched in closer having no idea why I was doing what I was doing, but still doing it. I could now feel his exhausted pants of breath on my cheeks, making me blush. Suddenly he closed the gap between us, touching his lips against mine, only for a few moments, but the moments were like hours to us. It all felt so right.

As he pulled away I smiled and touched my finger tips against his face, tracing the outline of the scars that scattered it, watching as he smiled back at me. "I could never, think of you as a monster," I stated, causing his smile to grow wider. We remained like that for minutes.

Then, feeling a drop of rain hit my nose I glanced up. The top of the tent was ripped in various places, exposing the sky above, but to me it was merely a wall of black. The contacts weren't strong enough to pick up any detail in something that vast and far from reach.

I felt Kurt shift beside me as he turned onto his back and snuggled up against my side.

"What does it look like?" I asked, as I tried to make sense of the pulsing blue outlines around me.

"Vat does vat look like?" He questioned, turning his head to me, a smile still evident on his face from what had happened moments before.

I smiled to myself as I pondered my response. "Everything," I finally replied.

I heard Kurt chuckle. "Vell, ze tent iz striped vhite and red, and ze net iz brown."

I groaned at his sad attempt, causing him to chuckle more. "No I mean like, tell me about the colours. Make me see them again."

He was silent for a moment, before stating, "Close your eyes."

I did, and seconds later I heard his voice again.

"Ze red stripes are faded, zhey look as if zhey have rusted, but it's clear zat zhey vere once bright as blossoming tulips. But zhey vere not an angry red, more like ze colour of a very loud laugh or ze colour of ze glow of fireworks. And ze vhite stripes, zhey are dirty but still parts of vhite remain zat are as pure as a baby's curious expression or like ze sweet filling of cinnamon buns." He paused for a moment.

I had seen it all. I felt a lump of emotion rise in my throat as I watched the circus tent form itself, bright in colour, inside my mind.

"And ze night sky," He continued. "Iz dotted will a million stars like the freckles on your skin."

I let out a chocked laugh at that. "What's the colour of the sky, and don't say black," I asked urging him to go on.

He didn't though. I opened my eyes and glanced towards him to see him staring sadly at his hands.

"What's wrong Kurt?"

He took a few moments before saying, "Ze night sky. Iz the colour of my - "

I felt myself falling. My back hit the ground with a crack and gloved hands locked tightly along the length of my body, including my mouth. I tried to scream for Kurt but my attempts were muffled. I felt two set of fingers start to claw at my eyes and suddenly everything became black again. My contacts were gone.

Where was Kurt? What was going on? I felt myself falling away from consciousness as my air supply weakened. I felt the hands begin to pull me away.

"Evelyn! Evely - " Kurts desperate screams echoed around my mind.

Tears began to fall from my stinging eyes as I realised my worst nightmare had come to life.

had found me.