Okay, first of all, let me just say. I never planned to update this fic again. In fact, I was going to delete all my fanfiction pieces on this website because I think these are total crap. :/
BUT you guys liked them? I mean, this story is one of my most popular? I honestly don't know why, but I'm going to do my best to finish this story for you guys, because why not, right? :)
And a special shout out to a guest who gave me a review asking when this would be updated again, whoever you are, you honestly just gave me the will to keep writing this. Thank you 3
All right, just a few more things you should know beforehand:
-Kit is about five years old in this chapter, making her around sixteen in present day.
-I estimate the Loonatics age from fifteen to about eighteen, but that's just my thoughts on the matter :)
Anyway, enjoy! :)
Eleven years ago:
Kit opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh white lights above her. Where am I? She thought. The last thing she remembered was saying good-bye to Lexi outside the orphanage. She was wearing her pajamas, so that meant she must've gone to bed… but how did she end up here? Maybe it was all a vivid dream?
Kit got unsteadily to her feet. Her head was pounding, and the bright lights weren't helping her see anything useful. This place scared her, and she wanted to go home.
"H-hello?" Kit called, her voice echoing around the small room and making it seem louder then it really was. A whirring behind her, made Kit jump and spin around. The lights faded, to Kit's relief, and the mirror flashed white.
"Welcome," the lady on screen said kindly. Kit took a step forward, staring. She couldn't really see the person on the screen through the light, but she sounded like a nice person.
"W-where am I?" Kit asked tentatively.
"I'm afraid that's classified," the lady said apologetically.
"Oh," Kit said, gaining more confidence, "why am I here?"
"You are here to help us," the lady replied, as if that explained everything.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Kit asked, hiding her exasperation.
"You'll understand when you're ready," the lady said, like some kind of wise man from TV. Kit frowned, sticking out her bottom lip.
"Can I go home?" Kit asked, thoroughly feed-up with this cryptic know it all. For a few minutes there was silence, and Kit thought for a moment that the woman hadn't heard her.
"No," the lady said, and screen returned back to its mirror state.
"Why not!" Kit cried, fighting back tears. She didn't like this place, and couldn't understand why they wouldn't let her go home to Lexi. Kit had promised to come to Lexi's gymnastics graduation and if she didn't come Lexi would think that Kit didn't want to be her friend anymore.
"Please, I don't want Lexi to hate me!" Kit exclaimed, running up to the mirror and pounding on it with her little fists.
With a hiss a door slid open to Kits left, and two soldiers in black body armor walked slowly in. Kit spun around and backed away, frightened. One man stood by the door, while the other walked forward and grabbed Kits arm.
"Please don't hurt me!" Kit cried, flinching and turning her head away.
Kit felt a pinch on her arm and looked up to see the man drawing blood with a syringe. Confused, Kit just watched as he finished collecting and put a little pink band-aid over the wound. The man beside the door, set a plate of food down on the floor, and the two retreated back the way they had come, the door sliding shut behind them.
Kit sat in the corner, chin resting on her knees. She had been here for a couple days now, but nothing had really happened. Food always appeared every morning when she woke up, but other then that, everything stayed the same.
Even Kit, whose worry that Lexi wouldn't want to be her friend anymore had grown so much, that she had resorted to throwing her water cup at the mirror, which made it shatter. There was nothing behind except another stonewall, after this Kit had cried for a while, despair eating away at her, but it had since faded leaving her empty.
The door on the side of the wall hissed open and Kit leaped forward, running at the two black soldiers who stood just behind. Kit tired to slip past, but the guards were faster, one clamped a hand over her mouth and pulled her back with the other arm around her waist. Kit tried to scream reaching forward with one hand, while the other guard held her shoulder and other arm.
The room beyond held what looked like a lab, but in the center was holographic figure, surrounded in light. Kit reached toward her, but she was too far away, she felt another prick on her arm and assumed they were just drawing blood again, but when the soldiers pulled her back into the cell, she could see that it was an empty vial not full.
The guards threw her back onto the ground and turned away walking back out the door.
"What did you do to me?!" Kit cried, but the men ignored her.
Fear clawed at her and pushed her to her feet. Kit ran at the doorway just as it hissed shut, and she slammed into the wall, pounding on it.
"Please!" she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her chest hurt suddenly, but Kit assumed it was fear.
But the pain intensified, shooting through her in waves of heat. Kit cried out and dropped to her knees, a hand on her chest. The pain would spike with her heartbeat, and soon Kit was curled up in a ball on the floor hugging her hands to her chest, and trying not to breathe.
"Stop!" Kit sobbed, tears of pain rolling down her cheeks.
For what seemed an eternity, the pain started to fade slightly, and Kit's body relaxed even though she couldn't remember tensing. She started breathing normally after another minute, but then the pain changed to her head and spiked so high that all Kit had time to do was shriek, before she passed out.
Years went by like this, and slowly, Kit learned the ropes of the place. She gained access to the library and training room eventually, and spent almost all her time there. Kit honed her fighting skills in the training room, and unknowingly read about real people in the books provided for her. Any other available hours were spent in the lab.
There, Kit suffered at the hands of scientists in white coats and mask. They would cut and poke and inject her with whatever they wanted. For years Kit trained and struggled, hoping to escape the pain the lab induced. The only thing that really kept her going was her will to see Lexi again. Kit promised herself she wouldn't die until she'd gotten out of this hell, and saw Lexi again.
Kit was focusing on that thought one evening, nibbling on the nasty food they gave her, trying to forget the last ten years of her life. She was so completely zoned out; she didn't even notice her vision blurring. It was only when she found herself fading in and out of consciousness that she began to panic. She scrambled to her feet, shaking her heavy head. Kit realized it too late. The bowl of food smashed on the far wall, the horrid contents spilling everywhere. Kit fought to stay awake against the drug she'd undoubtedly just eaten.
"That was a dirty trick!" Kit shouted, turning toward the mirror.
To Kits fading surprise, the mirror whirred to life. The same woman that had taunted her for years appeared on the screen.
"Sleep," she said, "the real test is only just beginning."
Kit was already unconscious on the floor even before the woman had stopped talking.
Kit winced at the headache the drug gave her. The faint sounds of a bell made her open her eyes. A gray sky and water greeted her. Kit sat up on the end of the dock. The smell of seawater and salt was overwhelming. Kit couldn't believe this was real. She is in the outside world.
Kit slowly got to her feet. She could see people on the other side of the saltwater river, but her side appeared empty. The sun was lowering toward the tops of the buildings, but it was still sunny. Kit glanced around; this had to be a trap.
The ground shook with the force of the explosion, the glass on almost every building shattered. Kit fell to her knees, looking up, heart pounding. What had those people done now? What was going on?!
To Kit's horror, she saw a red dot appear in the sky farther down the river. The screams of the terrified people seemed faint and muffled. Kit watched, unable to move, as the dot grew larger and larger, getting redder and redder against the darkening blue sky.
Kit managed to push herself to her feet with every intention to run, but her legs wouldn't move. She could only watch as the meteor flew across the river, the air holding perfectly still for only a second.
Kit's scream was lost in the blast as the meteor landed in the river directly in front of her. Kit was knocked into the air and backward as the force of impact cracked the earth. Energy swirled around her, but Kit was no longer conscious to feel it.
She woke up back in her cell, the mirror dark, food gone, as if nothing had happened at all.
It was a week before Kit was allowed to do anything besides sit and wait. In that time, she often found herself wondering if the meteor strike had been real, or just a very vivid dream.
It was eight days later when Kit finally found out the truth. The mirror whirred to life, and much to Kits surprise, the woman was no longer there. Instead, a basic news broadcast was being shown.
"And now we take you live, to downtown Acemtropolis, where the so called 'Loonatics' are facing off against what appear to be robot Vikings, Misty has more on the story," the reporter vanished, replaced with a cheerful woman with styled blue teal hair.
"Thank you, Paula," the woman said, "As you can see, things are certainly getting chilly here downtown." The shot shifted as Misty moved to the side.
"Lexi!" Kit shouted, jumping to her feet.
Lexi and several other heroes were fighting against giant robot Vikings. Lexi was a lot older than the last time Kit had seen her, and she apparently had mind abilities. She'd changed her childhood blond pigtails for a shorter cut that swept across one side of her face, but Kit could recognize her anywhere.
"The Loonatics are fighting valiantly," Misty continued, "but it appears the Vikings are slowly gaining the upper hand of this fight, it could stay cold for a while."
"No!" Kit took a step forward, she wished she could help Lexi and the others fight. She wanted to protect them.
Misty vanished, the reporter returning to the screen, "thank you, Misty, we'll be sure to grab a coat on the way out. And now…" the screen dimmed again, and the mirror returned.
"No!" Kit shouted, "come back!" she didn't even realize she was crying.
It took Kit a full year to eventually escape from her prison, the days intersected with tests and training, and if she was lucky, reports from the outside world on Lexi and her team. Each time she saw Lexi, it brought on more determination to escape, until she finally succeeded.
Present day:
Lexi closed the back cover of the book in her lap, quickly wiping her tears off the hardback. Choking back sobs, Lexi pulled her knees up, pushing the book away. Resting her forehead on her knees, Lexi cried into her lap, shoulders shaking.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'm so sorry."
Again, I'm really sorry about how incredibly late this update was, I mean, to me, this whole story is trash, but apparently people are still reading it? I don't know, either way, if you guys want me to keep writing this, just say let me know. I do this for you guys, because I know I hate incomplete stories.
Also, I have no idea where I should go with this story anymore, so any suggestions on that are welcome too.
