Regina: Sorry to those of you who thought my next update would be Rome
Reversal – but it's not. This is my newest story about Freddy and his. . .
cat.
I'll let you figure it all out, but for now, I have one thing to say: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, in any way, shape or form.
Cat Fight
Chapter One: Freddy's Pet Cat
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
"Kitty? Where?"
"Calm down, Lance. Freddy's talking to the cat."
"What cat?" asked Lance, confused, as he watched Freddy kneel down in front of his jeep.
"Here, kitty," Freddy called again, and suddenly a cat raced out from behind the front wheel.
"Kitty!" cried Freddy, scooping the cat up in his massive arms. "Come on," he said laughing, as the cat rubbed its golden head against his chin, "let's go get you some milk."
"So that's where all our milk's been going, yo!"
Having finished the milk, the cat purred with contentment on Freddy's lap.
"Good kitty," crooned Freddy, scratching the cat behind the ears. The cat closed its emerald eyes with pleasure.
"I don't see what you see in that stupid cat," Pietro commented.
The cat immediately opened its eyes, and hissed at Pietro.
"Don't worry," Freddy said to the cat, patting it again. "Don't let him bother you."
The cat meowed once, then turned around, standing its front paws on Freddy's chest.
Freddy laughed as it licked him on the nose.
"Did you see that?" Pietro demanded of Lance and Todd. "That cat knew what I said!"
"Don't be paranoid," Lance replied. "Let Freddy have his little pet."
"You're just saying that because if he gets to play with that cat, you might get to play with your very own Kitty cat."
Lance attempted to swat Pietro for the remark, but Pietro, being Pietro, quickly dodged it without much trouble. Lance ended up having to just shake his fist at Pietro, who was unfazed by all of Lance's threats.
"Can I keep it?" asked Freddy, looking up at the other Brotherhood members.
None of them had the heart to say no (Well, Pietro did, but he knew he'd be outvoted anyway. And then there was the likelihood that Freddy would wait until he was asleep, and then sit on him).
"I can't tell him 'no', yo."
"He might squash us when we're all sleeping." (No prizes for guessing who this was)
Lance sighed. "Well, Freddy. You get to keep the cat. But," he added, cutting Freddy's smile off, "you have to take care of it all by yourself, understand."
"Did you hear that, kitty?" Freddy asked the cat, as he hugged it. "You get to live here with me!"
"Meow!"
Pietro made his big mistake about three days later.
It was a Sunday morning, and he had just vacated the bathroom, leaving enough hot water for each of the other Brotherhood members (not including Todd) to have a three second shower. For Freddy, this would have meant there was enough water to hit one shoulder - if he was lucky.
The steam cleared as he stepped forth in (as he thought) all his glory out into the hallway.
And that's when he saw the cat.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Meow," was the cat's only reply.
"Like you're smart enough to understand what I said, let alone answer," Pietro said.
The cat flattened its ears, and hissed at him.
This made Pietro nervous, and he did what every arrogant person would have done when they felt threatened.
He retaliated.
He threw the first thing that came into his hand - his hand mirror - directly at the cat. With a yowl, it struck the cat in the middle of the back, and it fell to the ground. It didn't move.
The sound of the cat brought Lance and Todd running. Lance was the first to see the cat.
"Pietro! What did you do?!"
"I don't know!"
Todd then saw the cat, still unmoving, on the floor. "Freddy's gonna kill you for this, yo!"
And that was when Freddy showed up.
"What's all the noise?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
Then: "My cat!"
"Freddy, I'm sorry," Pietro said, "I didn't mean it."
Freddy loomed over Pietro, his normally blank stare replaced with a murderous gaze. "You killed my cat."
"And I'm sorry!"
"You. Killed. My. Cat."
Pietro cowered even further, faced with the angry behemoth.
"You killed my cat!" Freddy roared.
"I don't think it's dead, yo," Todd's voice interrupted.
"What?!" asked Pietro. Lance shot him a look. "That's great!" Pietro added hastily.
"I'm not so sure," replied Todd. "Look!"
As the four teens stared in a combination of horror and amazement, the cat's fur began to recede, the ears slid down the side of its head, the tail disappeared into the body, and it began to grow in size. After about a minute, there was no trace of Freddy's pet cat.
Instead, there was a teenage girl lying unconscious on the floor of the Brotherhood's house.
I'll let you figure it all out, but for now, I have one thing to say: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, in any way, shape or form.
Cat Fight
Chapter One: Freddy's Pet Cat
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
"Kitty? Where?"
"Calm down, Lance. Freddy's talking to the cat."
"What cat?" asked Lance, confused, as he watched Freddy kneel down in front of his jeep.
"Here, kitty," Freddy called again, and suddenly a cat raced out from behind the front wheel.
"Kitty!" cried Freddy, scooping the cat up in his massive arms. "Come on," he said laughing, as the cat rubbed its golden head against his chin, "let's go get you some milk."
"So that's where all our milk's been going, yo!"
Having finished the milk, the cat purred with contentment on Freddy's lap.
"Good kitty," crooned Freddy, scratching the cat behind the ears. The cat closed its emerald eyes with pleasure.
"I don't see what you see in that stupid cat," Pietro commented.
The cat immediately opened its eyes, and hissed at Pietro.
"Don't worry," Freddy said to the cat, patting it again. "Don't let him bother you."
The cat meowed once, then turned around, standing its front paws on Freddy's chest.
Freddy laughed as it licked him on the nose.
"Did you see that?" Pietro demanded of Lance and Todd. "That cat knew what I said!"
"Don't be paranoid," Lance replied. "Let Freddy have his little pet."
"You're just saying that because if he gets to play with that cat, you might get to play with your very own Kitty cat."
Lance attempted to swat Pietro for the remark, but Pietro, being Pietro, quickly dodged it without much trouble. Lance ended up having to just shake his fist at Pietro, who was unfazed by all of Lance's threats.
"Can I keep it?" asked Freddy, looking up at the other Brotherhood members.
None of them had the heart to say no (Well, Pietro did, but he knew he'd be outvoted anyway. And then there was the likelihood that Freddy would wait until he was asleep, and then sit on him).
"I can't tell him 'no', yo."
"He might squash us when we're all sleeping." (No prizes for guessing who this was)
Lance sighed. "Well, Freddy. You get to keep the cat. But," he added, cutting Freddy's smile off, "you have to take care of it all by yourself, understand."
"Did you hear that, kitty?" Freddy asked the cat, as he hugged it. "You get to live here with me!"
"Meow!"
Pietro made his big mistake about three days later.
It was a Sunday morning, and he had just vacated the bathroom, leaving enough hot water for each of the other Brotherhood members (not including Todd) to have a three second shower. For Freddy, this would have meant there was enough water to hit one shoulder - if he was lucky.
The steam cleared as he stepped forth in (as he thought) all his glory out into the hallway.
And that's when he saw the cat.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Meow," was the cat's only reply.
"Like you're smart enough to understand what I said, let alone answer," Pietro said.
The cat flattened its ears, and hissed at him.
This made Pietro nervous, and he did what every arrogant person would have done when they felt threatened.
He retaliated.
He threw the first thing that came into his hand - his hand mirror - directly at the cat. With a yowl, it struck the cat in the middle of the back, and it fell to the ground. It didn't move.
The sound of the cat brought Lance and Todd running. Lance was the first to see the cat.
"Pietro! What did you do?!"
"I don't know!"
Todd then saw the cat, still unmoving, on the floor. "Freddy's gonna kill you for this, yo!"
And that was when Freddy showed up.
"What's all the noise?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
Then: "My cat!"
"Freddy, I'm sorry," Pietro said, "I didn't mean it."
Freddy loomed over Pietro, his normally blank stare replaced with a murderous gaze. "You killed my cat."
"And I'm sorry!"
"You. Killed. My. Cat."
Pietro cowered even further, faced with the angry behemoth.
"You killed my cat!" Freddy roared.
"I don't think it's dead, yo," Todd's voice interrupted.
"What?!" asked Pietro. Lance shot him a look. "That's great!" Pietro added hastily.
"I'm not so sure," replied Todd. "Look!"
As the four teens stared in a combination of horror and amazement, the cat's fur began to recede, the ears slid down the side of its head, the tail disappeared into the body, and it began to grow in size. After about a minute, there was no trace of Freddy's pet cat.
Instead, there was a teenage girl lying unconscious on the floor of the Brotherhood's house.
