Subject: [OTL]: [Luba's Excal 103 Challenge] Kate's Alley
Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 00:54:59 -0700
From: Ana Lyssie Cotton
First off, just so you all know, Lynx is going to kill me.
There. It's said.
Second, this fic is an answer to Luba's Excal 103 challenge.
Third, without Brooke, it would not be finished, as she sat
there and nitpicked. *sigh* *grumble* I hate creating,
maintaining and explaining alternate universes...
Disclaimer: Kitty, Kurt, Piotr, The X-Men, Maddie, etc, are all
owned by Marvel comics. No profit is being made.
Kate's Alley
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
She woke up and immediately began coughing drearily. It was a
phlegmy cough that rattled the chest and produced a small amount
of mucous. She doubled over, the cough dragging her into a ball
shape. Around her, the pile of papers and random food wrappers
resettled as the cough subsided.
If Kate had been able to smell, the stench of garbage and old
alcohol would have been overwhelming. As it was, she could only
dimly sense that things stunk. Including herself.
The alley she called home was a dreary place, nearly
wall-to-wall with discarded waste. They'd been living there for
two months, now. Kate thought Kurt might have gotten a po box
for them, but wasn't sure. Somewhere in the haze of her brain,
she knew he needed an address for his paycheck to go to.
The pile of trash next to her moved and a dark head peered at
her, "Katya?"
"I'm fine, Piotr." She sneezed as if to prove that point. Her
nose ached from being blown it on whatever was handy. Kate
shifted again, trying to get comfortable. The haze was beginning
to lessen and she wondered if there was anything left in the
bottle she still clutched instinctively.
There wasn't. "Damn."
"Katya, rest. Kurt will be back soon."
"I can't." She tossed the bottle away, watching listlessly as it
rolled down the slope and shattered on the sidewalk. People
walking by ignored it, as they always ignored the two drunkards
in the trash.
Piotr heaved his large body from the pile and moved towards her.
"You hurt again."
"Yeah." She groaned and closed her eyes as the fog lifted
completely and the headache came back, full force. Ever since
the X-Men disbanded after the deaths at Dallas years before,
Kate had been in pain.
Not always constant, but there, throbbing. It was the result
from over-straining her mutant power at a critical moment,
really. The headaches were remeniscent of the ones she'd gotten
at 13, before her powers kicked in. Except they were ten times
worse. Excruciating pain that was only alleviated by drinking
herself into oblivion. She'd tried everything else, until it got
too expensive. Now she just subsisted on cheap liquor.
The buzz never lasted long enough, she thought hazily. Pain was
beginning to eclipse everything else. Even her nose didn't hurt
anymore. And neither did the part of her that used to want to be
a famous computer technician. After the disbanding, she'd tried
so hard to go back to school. And she'd failed so easily.
"Piotr?" The voice came from the street and Kurt stepped into
their little sanctuary. "How is she?"
"Bad."
"Ack. I've brought medicines. And more vodka."
"Give me the fucking booze." Kate staggered up and swiped the
bag from Kurt, nearly falling over with the pain in her head.
"Careful, katchen." Kurt sounded very worried as he caught her
and lowered her to the ground.
It was cold on the ground, the grimy bricks leaching the warmth
from her rapidly as she fumbled out the bottle and tried to open
it. The other items in the bag spilled onto the street. A small
box, a bag of apples, several other things that were probably
food. She didn't care.
A cough racked her and she doubled over, pain shooting through
her head like knives. When it was over, she spit out the yellow
and red liquid and turned back to the bottle.
Kurt had opened it, and silently held it out. She grabbed it and
drank deeply, praying, waiting for the haze to descend again. To
wipe away the pain for a while.
They were all hurting with the loss of their surrogate family.
Kurt had sustained massive injuries on his leg and side. The
wounds had healed, but the scars still ached in the cold. He'd
tried once to go back to the circus, and couldn't. Not with the
memory of Amanda fresh in his mind. The demons they fought when
Madelyne opened the gateway to Limbo had forever changed them
all.
Piotr would never again be able to assume a metallic form. The
fight had been beaten from him.
Both had found solace in the bottle with Kate.
Except that Piotr had also found solace in blood. His own. He
didn't do it often, not unless the nightmares had been
particularly bad. Then he'd wander off for a while and then come
back, cuts littering his arms and legs. Sometimes there would be
needle marks and cigarette burns. Kate never asked what they
were from. Or where the money he'd bring back with him came
from.
Kurt was the only one of the three who had a job of any sort. He
cleaned toilets at the local Wal-Mart. The money he earned was
the only reason they had stayed alive over ten years of pain. He
would turn white-lipped when Piotr would appear in that state.
But he would take the money and use it for food and booze.
Always booze.
He'd had to work and open a po box when the places he tried
refused them help. Churches wouldn't touch a Jew, a demon and an
atheist. The YMCA and like places would only keep them for a few
months, and couldn't fuel Kate's addiction to alcohol.
Kate shivered as the alcohol hit her empty stomach. The haze
would come soon, even if she wanted to be sick. Curious,
suddenly, she picked up the little box and read the back. It was
some sort of cold medicine. She laughed.
"Katya?"
"Says here I shouldn't be takin' these drugs if I drink." She
laughed again, laughed herself right into a massive couging fit
that left her gasping for breath and curled up on the bricks.
"Here, katchen, you must take this." Kurt carefully helped her
to a sitting position and pressed two long yellow beige pills
into her hand.
She shuddered and carefully placed them on her tongue. A shot of
the cheap vodka drowned them down her throat. "There. Hope they
work damned soon." Her hands shook as she corked the bottle.
Some had spilled during the coughing fit. It was a loss.
Cold from the ground caused her to shake more. Not that she ever
stopped shaking. Not really. Sometimes the shaking was from the
cold running through her. Other times from the need for more
booze to dull the pain. The pain made her shake, too.
Kurt carefully picked her up and set her back in the nest of
newspapers. "Sleep, katchen."
The haze was finally beginning to fog her mind again. The pain
receded to something that didn't make her want to bash her head
in. Kate closed her eyes. And prayed that the nightmares would
stay away.
--
-=finis=-
=====
'Innuendo and out the other. (Acetal)'
http://lysanity.topcities.com
Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 00:54:59 -0700
From: Ana Lyssie Cotton
First off, just so you all know, Lynx is going to kill me.
There. It's said.
Second, this fic is an answer to Luba's Excal 103 challenge.
Third, without Brooke, it would not be finished, as she sat
there and nitpicked. *sigh* *grumble* I hate creating,
maintaining and explaining alternate universes...
Disclaimer: Kitty, Kurt, Piotr, The X-Men, Maddie, etc, are all
owned by Marvel comics. No profit is being made.
Kate's Alley
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
She woke up and immediately began coughing drearily. It was a
phlegmy cough that rattled the chest and produced a small amount
of mucous. She doubled over, the cough dragging her into a ball
shape. Around her, the pile of papers and random food wrappers
resettled as the cough subsided.
If Kate had been able to smell, the stench of garbage and old
alcohol would have been overwhelming. As it was, she could only
dimly sense that things stunk. Including herself.
The alley she called home was a dreary place, nearly
wall-to-wall with discarded waste. They'd been living there for
two months, now. Kate thought Kurt might have gotten a po box
for them, but wasn't sure. Somewhere in the haze of her brain,
she knew he needed an address for his paycheck to go to.
The pile of trash next to her moved and a dark head peered at
her, "Katya?"
"I'm fine, Piotr." She sneezed as if to prove that point. Her
nose ached from being blown it on whatever was handy. Kate
shifted again, trying to get comfortable. The haze was beginning
to lessen and she wondered if there was anything left in the
bottle she still clutched instinctively.
There wasn't. "Damn."
"Katya, rest. Kurt will be back soon."
"I can't." She tossed the bottle away, watching listlessly as it
rolled down the slope and shattered on the sidewalk. People
walking by ignored it, as they always ignored the two drunkards
in the trash.
Piotr heaved his large body from the pile and moved towards her.
"You hurt again."
"Yeah." She groaned and closed her eyes as the fog lifted
completely and the headache came back, full force. Ever since
the X-Men disbanded after the deaths at Dallas years before,
Kate had been in pain.
Not always constant, but there, throbbing. It was the result
from over-straining her mutant power at a critical moment,
really. The headaches were remeniscent of the ones she'd gotten
at 13, before her powers kicked in. Except they were ten times
worse. Excruciating pain that was only alleviated by drinking
herself into oblivion. She'd tried everything else, until it got
too expensive. Now she just subsisted on cheap liquor.
The buzz never lasted long enough, she thought hazily. Pain was
beginning to eclipse everything else. Even her nose didn't hurt
anymore. And neither did the part of her that used to want to be
a famous computer technician. After the disbanding, she'd tried
so hard to go back to school. And she'd failed so easily.
"Piotr?" The voice came from the street and Kurt stepped into
their little sanctuary. "How is she?"
"Bad."
"Ack. I've brought medicines. And more vodka."
"Give me the fucking booze." Kate staggered up and swiped the
bag from Kurt, nearly falling over with the pain in her head.
"Careful, katchen." Kurt sounded very worried as he caught her
and lowered her to the ground.
It was cold on the ground, the grimy bricks leaching the warmth
from her rapidly as she fumbled out the bottle and tried to open
it. The other items in the bag spilled onto the street. A small
box, a bag of apples, several other things that were probably
food. She didn't care.
A cough racked her and she doubled over, pain shooting through
her head like knives. When it was over, she spit out the yellow
and red liquid and turned back to the bottle.
Kurt had opened it, and silently held it out. She grabbed it and
drank deeply, praying, waiting for the haze to descend again. To
wipe away the pain for a while.
They were all hurting with the loss of their surrogate family.
Kurt had sustained massive injuries on his leg and side. The
wounds had healed, but the scars still ached in the cold. He'd
tried once to go back to the circus, and couldn't. Not with the
memory of Amanda fresh in his mind. The demons they fought when
Madelyne opened the gateway to Limbo had forever changed them
all.
Piotr would never again be able to assume a metallic form. The
fight had been beaten from him.
Both had found solace in the bottle with Kate.
Except that Piotr had also found solace in blood. His own. He
didn't do it often, not unless the nightmares had been
particularly bad. Then he'd wander off for a while and then come
back, cuts littering his arms and legs. Sometimes there would be
needle marks and cigarette burns. Kate never asked what they
were from. Or where the money he'd bring back with him came
from.
Kurt was the only one of the three who had a job of any sort. He
cleaned toilets at the local Wal-Mart. The money he earned was
the only reason they had stayed alive over ten years of pain. He
would turn white-lipped when Piotr would appear in that state.
But he would take the money and use it for food and booze.
Always booze.
He'd had to work and open a po box when the places he tried
refused them help. Churches wouldn't touch a Jew, a demon and an
atheist. The YMCA and like places would only keep them for a few
months, and couldn't fuel Kate's addiction to alcohol.
Kate shivered as the alcohol hit her empty stomach. The haze
would come soon, even if she wanted to be sick. Curious,
suddenly, she picked up the little box and read the back. It was
some sort of cold medicine. She laughed.
"Katya?"
"Says here I shouldn't be takin' these drugs if I drink." She
laughed again, laughed herself right into a massive couging fit
that left her gasping for breath and curled up on the bricks.
"Here, katchen, you must take this." Kurt carefully helped her
to a sitting position and pressed two long yellow beige pills
into her hand.
She shuddered and carefully placed them on her tongue. A shot of
the cheap vodka drowned them down her throat. "There. Hope they
work damned soon." Her hands shook as she corked the bottle.
Some had spilled during the coughing fit. It was a loss.
Cold from the ground caused her to shake more. Not that she ever
stopped shaking. Not really. Sometimes the shaking was from the
cold running through her. Other times from the need for more
booze to dull the pain. The pain made her shake, too.
Kurt carefully picked her up and set her back in the nest of
newspapers. "Sleep, katchen."
The haze was finally beginning to fog her mind again. The pain
receded to something that didn't make her want to bash her head
in. Kate closed her eyes. And prayed that the nightmares would
stay away.
--
-=finis=-
=====
'Innuendo and out the other. (Acetal)'
http://lysanity.topcities.com