.:Prologue:.

1988 New York

"Mom, look at me! I'm just like the guy on stage." a seven-year old boy named Kurt said, spinning around on the platform. He and his Mom were the only people standing there waiting for the train. It was dark outside, the wind were slightly cold and it was very quiet, almost to quiet. Elizabeth, Kurt's mom, had one eye on Kurt and one eye on her surroundings. She never liked taking the train during the night, but they didn't have a choice. It had been almost impossible to get a cab after the play and having a car in New York was pointless, so taking the train had been the only option.

"Kurt be careful!" she scolded him when he was to close to the edge.

"But, mom! Look at me!" he said again with a light, happy laugh. Right now he was trying to jump and spin at the same time. Kurt didn't know what its name was, he just called it a jumping pirouette. He took a deep breath, stuck out his tongue in concentration and closed is eyes. Then Kurt bent his knees before he jumped up in the air, spun around and landed on his feet. "I did it!" he screamed happily and clapped his hands. "Mom did you see?" he asked with a big smile, ran to her and grabbed her hands while jumping up and down.

"Yes, honey. You did very good. My own little performer." she said gently while stroking his cheek. Then she heard voices from her right and saw to guys walking towards them. She grabbed Kurt and pulled him to her.

"Mom.." Kurt started to whine, but Elizabeth just shushed him and pulled him closer while keeping her eye on the two boys. Luckily they walked right by her and stopped a few feet away. Kurt started to squirm trying to get away, but Elizabeth kept her firm hold on him, afraid to let him ago. These men scared her and she was happy that Kurt didn't notice her sudden fear. She saw them sneak glances at her and Kurt and she just hoped that the train would come soon. Right after that thought she heard the train and she let out a relieved breath.

"Here comes the train." she said trying to sound chipper, but it just sounded false to her own ears. Then she noticed the two guys walking towards them and when she saw one of them pull out a gun she pushed Kurt behind her and backed, trying to hide Kurt as much as she could.

"Mom?" she heard Kurt whisper, but she just hushed him.

"Give me your money!" they said and started to grab Elizabeth's purse.

"Just take it. Take it!" she said quickly and forcefully, trying to make them leave without doing any harm. Elizabeth had a strong grip on Kurt behind her back hoping they would leave him alone. It didn't work. One of them started to talk to Kurt, trying to see if he had money. Kurt who was really scared didn't know what to do. He just clutched his mothers dress tighter in his fist, closed his eyes and hoped that they would go away soon. They started to touch their clothes and bodies, trying to see if they had anything else on and Kurt started to shake. He tried to pinch himself, hoping this was just a horrible nightmare and that he would wake up soon.

"Just take it and leave us alone." Elizabeth tried again and gave them her purse and everything that she had on. She saw that the train had stopped and felt the guys backing off. They quickly walked on the train while Elizabeth and Kurt stood at the platform shaking. She still had her eyes on them as the door closed. After a second they opened again and then she saw the gun pointing at her.

"No!" she screamed and then they fired two shots at her while Kurt stood beside her.

"Mom!" Kurt screamed when he saw his mom fall to the ground. He tried to call her again and again, hoping she would respond. "Mom! Mom!" he fell to the ground he tried to shake her awake but nothing worked. Kurt didn't know what to do, he didn't know anything.

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A young man had heard the gunshot and Kurt screams so he had called the police. Right now they were looking at the crime scene. One of them were trying to calm a hysterical Kurt down while waiting for his father to arrive.

"Kurt?" a deep voice called and soon you could see a man with a baseball cap running up the stares looking around for his son.

"Dad!" Kurt screamed and ran straight into his arms and started to sob into his neck.

"Shh." Burt tried to calm him down, but nothing worked. Kurt was sobbing hysterical and asking for his mommy to come back. Burt tried to hold back his tears so that he could calm Kurt down a little. He needed to be strong for Kurt, he had just lost his mother. He had just seen his mother get shot for gods sake. "Kurt calm down, shh." Burt whispered calmly in Kurt's ear. He started to walk away from the platform, down the steps and away from the scene where Kurt had lost his mother and Burt his wife.

"No! I want my mommy!" he screamed and started to trash in Burt's arm. Burt held him tighter against his chest so he wouldn't drop him. "Mommy! I want my mommy now! Now, now, now!" Kurt screamed again while big tears were streaming down his face. Soon he had no energy left and were only sobbing quietly against Burt's neck.

"Shh Kurt." Burt said gently and rubbed his back. It didn't take long for Kurt to cry himself to sleep. Burt let out a sigh of relief before he felt his own tears falling down his face.