Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, I'm not making any money off of this either. And don't bother trying to sue me 'cause I hardly have any money.
* * thinking
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Good-byes~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kurt stood next to his bed packing a rather modest bag. A few shirts, pants and other unmentionables. Kitty lay on the bed fiddling with his green rosary beads. Their silence was getting unbearable for her.
"So..." she says as an attempt at conversation, "when do you think you'll be coming back?"
"I don't know exactly," he says glancing at her with his glowing eyes, "However long it vill takes us to find him."
"Us, pfft." She says rolling her eyes. "I don't understand why you need her to come along."
Kurt's face turns darker and he glares at her. They've been through this conversation so many times before.
*Vhy does she have to bring thiz up now?!*
"She iz my mother." His voice was rougher than he intended. After clearing his throat, he begins again, in a softer voice. "I think it vould be better for her to help, she'z the only vone ve know who has ever zeen him."
She didn't want a fight but he wasn't understanding her, or ever listening to any of the others.
"You know she could just throw you over another waterfall!"
His eyes narrowed as his tree fingers hand slammed down on the bag. He zipped it up haste fully, snatched the beads out of his friends' hand and started to the door, the bag in hand. Realizing she had gone too far, Kitty jumped up and cut him off.
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't want you to be mad." She looked in his eyes, they softened.
"I know Katchen, but I need to find out who my father really iz! And Mystique iz the only vay! I've pent so long trying to push it out of my mind but it isn't verking."
The stand close for a moment neither looking at each other, both trying to take back their angry comments comments.
"Look," Kitty finally says, "I'm just worried, we've faced her so many times, under...not so good circumstances...and..."
"I know but..."
She cuts him off,
" We don't want to see you get hurt."
"Ve?" He asks, "I knew everyvone had their doubts, I did too. Volverine vasn't at all shy about his. But I thought they all understood."
"We all understand Kurt," She said, holding his hands, "but that doesn't stop us from worrying."
Standing close together now they looked in each others eyes. Kurt lifts his hands and strokes his best friends hair. They have been through so much together, he wished he could take her with him but this had to be between family.
*I hope she understands, I have to go vithout her.*
Kitty lays her head on his shoulder, not wanting him to see her cry. He takes her in his arms and they stand in the doorway in a long embrace.
"I'll see you soon Katchen." He whispers in her ear.
"I hope so Fuzzy Elf." She whispers back through her tears, not knowing if she ever will.
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Raven Darkhölme was standing in a rather shady, run down motel. A blinking neon sign caused dripping water falling from the ceiling to turn bright crimson. Wallpaper was ripped off the walls and it seemed like the sheets were never changed. Hookers lined the sidewalks for blocks, so it wasn't all that surprising.
Mutant Registration was the main story on the flickering TV screen. Not for long.
Mystique pulled out a small gun out of her pant leg...
Twiip!
The screen lay in shattered pieces all over the floor. No one could hear the gun shot thanks to the silencer. No one would have came anyway, not in a place like this. No one would care. Like most people in her life.
He bags already packed and she reflected on her trip. A trip to a land she fled so many years ago. Now she's going back with the son she left behind. None of them trusted her and that was just fine. This gave her an opportunity. She had been longing to see him for so long, why not take advantage of the situation?
With no one to bid her good-bye, she picked up her bag and set out in the night.
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There you have it folks! R&R and tell me what you think, should I continue it or what? I don't know...and I think it's kinda cliché at the end, oh well. R&R peeps!
Bubba says thanks!
BAMF!
* * thinking
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Good-byes~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kurt stood next to his bed packing a rather modest bag. A few shirts, pants and other unmentionables. Kitty lay on the bed fiddling with his green rosary beads. Their silence was getting unbearable for her.
"So..." she says as an attempt at conversation, "when do you think you'll be coming back?"
"I don't know exactly," he says glancing at her with his glowing eyes, "However long it vill takes us to find him."
"Us, pfft." She says rolling her eyes. "I don't understand why you need her to come along."
Kurt's face turns darker and he glares at her. They've been through this conversation so many times before.
*Vhy does she have to bring thiz up now?!*
"She iz my mother." His voice was rougher than he intended. After clearing his throat, he begins again, in a softer voice. "I think it vould be better for her to help, she'z the only vone ve know who has ever zeen him."
She didn't want a fight but he wasn't understanding her, or ever listening to any of the others.
"You know she could just throw you over another waterfall!"
His eyes narrowed as his tree fingers hand slammed down on the bag. He zipped it up haste fully, snatched the beads out of his friends' hand and started to the door, the bag in hand. Realizing she had gone too far, Kitty jumped up and cut him off.
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't want you to be mad." She looked in his eyes, they softened.
"I know Katchen, but I need to find out who my father really iz! And Mystique iz the only vay! I've pent so long trying to push it out of my mind but it isn't verking."
The stand close for a moment neither looking at each other, both trying to take back their angry comments comments.
"Look," Kitty finally says, "I'm just worried, we've faced her so many times, under...not so good circumstances...and..."
"I know but..."
She cuts him off,
" We don't want to see you get hurt."
"Ve?" He asks, "I knew everyvone had their doubts, I did too. Volverine vasn't at all shy about his. But I thought they all understood."
"We all understand Kurt," She said, holding his hands, "but that doesn't stop us from worrying."
Standing close together now they looked in each others eyes. Kurt lifts his hands and strokes his best friends hair. They have been through so much together, he wished he could take her with him but this had to be between family.
*I hope she understands, I have to go vithout her.*
Kitty lays her head on his shoulder, not wanting him to see her cry. He takes her in his arms and they stand in the doorway in a long embrace.
"I'll see you soon Katchen." He whispers in her ear.
"I hope so Fuzzy Elf." She whispers back through her tears, not knowing if she ever will.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Raven Darkhölme was standing in a rather shady, run down motel. A blinking neon sign caused dripping water falling from the ceiling to turn bright crimson. Wallpaper was ripped off the walls and it seemed like the sheets were never changed. Hookers lined the sidewalks for blocks, so it wasn't all that surprising.
Mutant Registration was the main story on the flickering TV screen. Not for long.
Mystique pulled out a small gun out of her pant leg...
Twiip!
The screen lay in shattered pieces all over the floor. No one could hear the gun shot thanks to the silencer. No one would have came anyway, not in a place like this. No one would care. Like most people in her life.
He bags already packed and she reflected on her trip. A trip to a land she fled so many years ago. Now she's going back with the son she left behind. None of them trusted her and that was just fine. This gave her an opportunity. She had been longing to see him for so long, why not take advantage of the situation?
With no one to bid her good-bye, she picked up her bag and set out in the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There you have it folks! R&R and tell me what you think, should I continue it or what? I don't know...and I think it's kinda cliché at the end, oh well. R&R peeps!
Bubba says thanks!
BAMF!