When The City Turns Dark

Part Three

Kurt opened his bedroom window, letting the icy air hit his face. He shivered, the wind traveling through his body, giving him an adrenaline rush; just what he needs to stand on the roof of a tower block for a couple of hours. Kurt lifts his foot to stand on the window sil.

"Kurt?"

Kurt sighs and returns his foot to the floor, turning his back to the window. "Yes dad?"

"You going out again tonight?" Burt Hummel says as he clutches the door handle.

"I was trying to, before I was interrupted."

"Well, I'm sorry if I wanna talk to my son." Burt replied firmly.

Kurt sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "I know, I'm sorry dad."

Burt sat down next to him and looked to the teenager. "Why do you have to do this?"

Kurt thought for a moment before speaking. "I don't have a choice." He admitted quietly.

"You don't have to do all this evil stuff, Kurt. Just because your Mom.."

"Yes I do! Especially because of Mom!" Kurt objected. He stood up and paced the room, trying to calm himself. After a few minutes he paused and continued. "I feel like I have to, because Mom was a Villain...and so was Grandpa and I just..." Kurt's shoulders slumped in defeat and he crossed his arms. "..I-I feel like it's my job to be one too. I feel like I need to take over 'the family business'." He gestured quotation marks with his hand. Kurt bowed is head, the floor becoming extremely interesting. Seriously, is that carpet Navy or Royal Blue?

"Kurt." His father sighed. "Look at me." Kurt obeyed and slowly looked up to the elder. "This is your life, Kurt. Just because this sort of thing runs in the family, does not mean that it's compulsory that you become a Villain." Burt stood and walked over to his son. "I already lost your Mom because of this. I don't wanna lose you too."

Kurt frowned. "I know, but I still want to do this. I want to make Mom proud." He nodded, assuring himself that he was speaking truthfully.

"Okay, Kurt. Whatever you want." Burt paused for a moment. "Just...uh...be careful, okay?"

"Of course, I love you, dad."

"And I love you too, Kurt." Kurt smiled before turning towards the window.

"Oh, and Kurt?"

Kurt looked at his father, telling him to proceed.

"When are you gonna tell Blaine about your double life?"

Kurt looked guilty. He looked away and walked to the window. "I'm not."

Before Burt could respond, Kurt had gone.

The Llamanator stood on the roof of his house, looking across the town. He admired the city lights in the moonlight, the stars glittering in the sky. He breathed heavily, his breath showing as steam in the air.

The Llamanator moved from building to building, making his way into the city centre. Blaine lived around here, nearer to the Lima Bean than Kurt. That got the Llamanator thinking, recalling his father's words.

"I already lost your Mom because of this. I don't wanna lose you too."

Kurt was going to make sure that that didn't happen. What happened to Kurt's mother was absolutely awful, just because she was a super villain, that didn't mean she deserved to be murdered. Even though Kurt was only eight when it happened, he can remember everything. His father's devastation, his aunt's sadness...the whole family's heartbreak.

Kurt shook his head, he refused to think about that right now. He tried to block his father's voice inside his head, but the echoing words haunted him, as if it was an iPod on repeat.

"When are you gonna tell Blaine about your double life?"

Guilt. That's all that Kurt felt.

No. Kurt demanded himself. I'm not Kurt right now, I'm the Llamanator. I cannot think about this!

The Llamanator stood on the roof of the Lima Bean once again, he paused to study his surroundings, to take everything in. Finally he spotted something, just the thing he's been trying to find for the past hour. Nightbird.

Bingo.

The Llamanator moved quickly towards his arch rival, being careful not to make a sound or be seen. When he's reached a suitable distance away from Nightbird, like a cat, he pounced towards his prey.

"Got'cha!" The Llamanator cried with happiness.

Nightbird rolled his eyes from where he lay on his stomach, squashed by the Llamanator. "Yeah, that's real nice. I mean, good for you and all, but could you get off me now? I'm taken, remember?"

The Llamanator scoffed in disbelief. "Seriously? What is it with all the boys these days? All they seem the think about is...that!"

Nightbird smirked in realisation. "Oh my God! You can't say it, can you?!" He chuckled under his breath.

"I-I can! I just...I prefer not to. I have very good manners!"

"He says as he literally just tackled me to the floor...well roof."

"I'm not good mannered to you, of course."

"Okay! Whatever, just get up off me, will you? I'm pretty sure your boyfriend wouldn't approve of you being on top of someone else!" Nightbird groaned impatiently.

The Llamanator grinned wickedly. "You'd just love that, wouldn't you. Well guess what, Bird, I'm not moving. I'm like the man who can't be moved!"

"Wow, nice reference from 'The Script'." Nightbird said sarcastically, clearly bored with the Llamanator's game.

"What can I say? I like music." The Llamanator shifted slightly, making Nightbird's outfit move away from his neck slightly, making the smaller boy show a little skin.

The Llamanator froze. Wait, is that a birthmark?