I DO NOT OWN THE X-MEN
I DO NOT OWN THE X-MEN. SO YA KNOW.
ALRIGHT, THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER, SO BE GENTLE, PLEASE? COOL.
Kitty dropped through the many floors of Alcatraz just as she heard the mammoth Juggernaut shout out to her, "Bitch!" He practically screamed. "Do you not know who I am?!" She really wished she didn't know who he was. He was so bad. Not to mention, dull-witted. She took little refuge knowing the Juggernaut would never find her as he smashed through the floor five stories above her. She was still in danger. 'Little Kitty Pryde can only walk through walls. What happens when I can't hide anymore? What happens when I have to fight?' She wondered bleakly.
Kitty could fight with her hands and her legs. But she didn't have an offensive mutation. Someone stronger could just sneak up on her and electrocute her or something.
She walked cautionately, as if the very floor beneath her could phase.
Her head screamed in pain as it slammed against the wall, as if separate from her body. Somewhere between peering around the corner and being swung into the wall like a rag doll, she had shut her eyes. Now, she didn't want to open them. It was as if her fears had read her very thoughts.
Whimpering inaudibly, the Shadowcat opened her impact-hazy eyes to glance her distressor.
She gasped in horror as she looked upon the eyes of their very own Pyrokinetic. 'No.' She cried to the inner reaches of her mind. 'No. This-this can't be him.'
Then he spoke. And that in itself nearly undid her. "You look surprised to see me Pryde."
She oggled him. And God, she felt stupid. She couldn't say anything, she would not say anything to this-this thing! This was not John! Not St. John Allerdyce. Not their John.
"Whatsa matter? Cat got your tongue?" Apparently. She just stared at him before suffering through the longest breath she'd ever taken.
"John?" Her voice sobbed.
"Oh." He sounded sympathetic. Maybe... maybe he still loved his friends. "You don't sound so happy to see me, Kitten." He grinned.
"Maybe..." She started, her voice faltering. "Maybe it was your less than hospitable greeting that threw me off."
"Yeah, well," He backed away from her slightly, his lips quirked into a smirk. "I never was the most polite mutant."
"Nor were you the most loyal." Her words bit.
"Ooh. I didn't think my favorite pet would scratch me up so mercilously." He feigned hurt.
"Yeah, well, I didn't think the boy who lived in the room under mine would betray us one day." She shot back. "Why the fuck did you do that, John? Why the hell would you just leave us like that?" Her eyes glittered with tears of fury.
She slapped him harder than she'd ever slapped him. She kept hitting him and he kept letting her. Until she stopped. Until she was too tired to fight or phase.
He stood over her with something akin to regret on his face.
"My name's Pyro." He smirked. "You're coming with me."
R&R FOR NEXT CHAPTER!!