If you're in a bad situation, don't
worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change.
John A. Simone, Sr.
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Kitty giggled as she watched Angel struggle with all of her bags. With a little bit of a nudge and a sweet smile, he had happily agreed to carry her bags. He was so ignorant she almost felt sorry for him… almost.
"Do you want me to open the car door for you?" Kitty offered, watching him struggle to put the key in the keyhole.
"No, I've got it." He mumbled, still trying in vain find the keyhole. After watching him persevere for a few minutes, Kitty phased her hand through the glass window and unlocked the door from the inside. She then opened the door out wide.
He blushed and said a quick "Thanks" before piling the many bags into the back seat of the car. Once he was finished she gently closed the door and locked the door again, using the same process as before.
"Where are we going now?" He asked her as she started walking back down the street.
"Only one more place left, and then we can go home. If we're lucky, we'll be back in time for afternoon tea." Kitty chirped and grabbed Angel's hand and dragged him along. He looked quite annoyed, but being the quiet well mannered man that he was. He just complied with her wishes.
Kitty was having the time of her life. She'd forgotten how much she loved shopping. Then again, after all those years in imprisonment, you tended to forget all the good things and began to dwell on the bad ones.
She shook her head firmly. Shaking away her memories of that place. No she gently chided herself. I'm here to have a good time, not to dwell on that place.
Angel must've seen her shaking her head, as he asked: "Is something wrong?"
"No," She said quite unconvincingly. Angel raised an eyebrow but didn't push it further. If she didn't want to talk about it, she would probably have a good reason. Considering how much she talked normally anyway…
Angel did his regular scan of the crowd. He'd been doing this all day. And luckily all day, he hadn't seen anyone who posed any threat to him or Kitty. That was until now.
Walking towards them were two men and a woman, all wearing identical Blue and Black Uniforms. FOH soldiers.
Angel grabbed Kitty's hand suddenly and pulled her back in the direction they had just come from.
"Hey! Where're we going?" She spluttered.
"There are FOH soldiers walking straight towards us." He muttered quietly, so only she could hear him. He took a glance to his left and right… More FOH soldiers, they were surrounding them. "They're surrounding us."
Kitty glanced over her shoulder at the three people all wearing identical uniforms, heading in their direction.
She froze in fear at those uniforms. The blue jumpsuit with the black diagonal strip running across the chest. Those were the uniforms that brought her the meals she had eaten for the past 4 years. Those were the uniforms that escorted her away to the lab. Those uniforms were the ones that tortured her, abused her… violated her. The uniforms that took Evan and Hank, away to their deaths. The uniforms that were going to send her to her own…
Angel tugged on Kitty's arm, but she didn't move. He turned around to see her face crumple sickeningly, and her knees collapse from underneath her. Luckily Angel caught her under the arms.
He dragged her down a side alley, and quickly shed the trench coat that was covering his massive wings. He spread his wings out and picked up Kitty in his arms. She was so light that she didn't hinder his take off at all. The flapping of his wings caused a massive gust of wind that turned over many dustbins that were in the alley, and disorientated the several FOH soldiers that had followed them into the alleyway.
The tips of Angel's wings barely missed hitting the buildings, but in only a few seconds, he was out in the open, flying over the tops of the city's buildings. Normally he would slow down right about now, and enjoy watching the people walking down the streets going about their daily business, but the girl in his arms was going into shock.
The closest place was his studio. He flew there quickly and subtly. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. He was too well known in this city anyway. Soon he landed on the top of his building, still holding Kitty in his arms.
She was shivering. Though he could already tell it wasn't from the quick flight they had just taken. He folded his wings back into their usual position, and quickly ran towards the elevator that went down to the apartments. He pressed the button and waited for the lift to reach their level.
Kitty's eyes were open once again, tears flowing steadily down her cheeks. They darted from Angel's face to the elevator and the surrounding area, and then back to his face again. She continued doing this for a while, until a small *ting* of a bell announced that the elevator was about to open.
She looked warily about, and even refused to enter the elevator for a few seconds, trying vainly to get out. Muttering something about Uniforms and small spaces. Angel however eventually managed to convince her to stand in the elevator next to him.
However the whole time, she gripped his hand so hard, that his bones felt like they were being crushed, and cried silently. Fortunately, they only had to use the elevator to go down a few floors, so the ride wasn't that long.
The small *ting* again sounded. And the doors to the elevator opened. He gently tugged Kitty out of the elevator by the hand. She took a few edgy steps out of the elevator, before her legs gave up on her again. Angel caught her again and picked her up gently just like he had before. He unlocked the door to his apartment with one of his hands and awkwardly carried her inside, and to the couch, where he laid her down softly.
He then walked over to where his telephone was, and then dialled a number.
"Hey Kurt its Angel… I need you to pick me and Kitty up from my place… No my studio… It's a long story, I'll tell you later… ok then… bye" After the quick exchange with Kurt, he placed the phone back down on the receiver, and walked back over to where Kitty was lying—well, more curled up in the foetal position.
He placed hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to calm her, but it only made her jerk away. She looked up at him, with big wide eyes, obviously scared to death by him.
"Kitty? I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly, reaching his hand out again. She cowered again, and resumed her crying.
The familiar *Bamf* noise alerted Angel to Kurt's presence. He turned to face his fuzzy friend.
"Kitty?" He asked, seeing Kitty on the couch. He turned to Angel "What's wrong with her?"
"Mental breakdown I think. We had a run in with some FOH soldiers." He watched Kurt swear under his breath.
"We should get her back to the mansion; we can help her more there."
Kurt nodded, "I know." He made his way over to the couch, and knelt down, so his eyes were level with Kitty's. She was still crying, but she looked up at him when he said her name. "Kitty, we're going to take you home now ok?" He said softly.
She looked at him wearily, her eyes flicking back and forth between Kurt and Angel, who was still standing right next to her. Finally she said timidly, Kurt barely hearing "Are they going to take me away?"
Kurt held out his hand to her. "I swear on my tail, I won't let them hurt you anymore."
He could've sworn he'd seen her smile, if only for a second, at the little promise that they had made up so many years ago, but if she had smiled, there was no sign of it. However she did gingerly reach out her hand and grasp Kurt's furry three fingered one in her own.
Angel placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and they teleported back to the mansion.
***
"—Late yesterday, while speaking in front of a crowd of over 48 000 in Boston, Marie Denver, a well spoken Anti-Mutant Registration Bill lobbyer was the victim of an assassination attempt. While in the middle of her speech, several shots were fired, on hitting Miss Denver in the right shoulder. She was immediately flown to a private hospital, where she underwent surgery to have the bullet removed. Police are investigating the shooting, and anyone who has any information pertaining to the crime should call Crime Stoppers on 296-184 " The television clicked off.
Senator McPherson was not a patient man. When he wanted something done, he made it happen. He expected results.
Someone knocked on his office door.
"Come in." He said, watching the door open, and the timid man walk through the door.
"Ah yes, Mr Gold, just the person I was hoping to see." McPherson said softly, keeping his gaze locked on the weedy man before him.
The man stuttered "Senator McPherson, I can explain. It was—"
"No." McPherson cut him off. "I don't want excuses. Excuses don't get me to the White House. You know what does Mr Gold?" He stood up and leant over the chair that Mr Gold was sitting in, until they were face to face, barely inches away from each other.
"Results." He hissed pulling away. He straightened up and moved back over to his desk, where he opened a drawer, pulling out something that Mr Gold couldn't see. "Do you know what I do to people who do not give me the results that I have asked for, Mr Gold?"
"No Mr McPherson." Mr Gold stuttered again.
Senator McPherson raised the gun he had in his hand and pointed it directly at the other man's head. Mr Gold let out a small whimper.
"They die." He said simply pulling the trigger. The body slumped against the chair, a small blood spatter on the wall next to him.
Senator McPherson moved back over to his desk and placed the gun back inside the drawer. He then pressed the button to call his assistant.
The man walked in a few seconds later, not at all surprised to see the dead body slumped against the chair.
"Yes, get a clean up team in here. Tell them to make it look like Mutants killed him." Senator McPherson instructed, sitting down behind his desk again. "Oh, and Scott?"
The man looked up, the rose-tinted reflection of the Senator showed in the sunglasses he was wearing.
"Can you get me a coffee please?"
***
Disclaimer: Sadly, they don't belong to me. They belong to Marvel (mutters darkly under breath about slowness in bringing season 3 to Australia).
A/N: Hehehe… bet you didn't see THAT one coming. I am SO cunning… well… actually, it's probably already been done, but I don't care. Bugger off if you don't like me doing that… yeah, so I'm just gonna say hi to the other people who reviewed, then go and work on my Science Assignment… the boring thing that it is. I'd much rather sit at my computer and type up the next chapter, but It's due next week…
So, shout outs…
Yumiko: Yes, you did review, and just for that here is the next chapter, fresh of the disk, just for you.
Suzaka: Yep, I like getting acknowledged too… that's why I do it, so people feel special. And about the adding characters from the comic. Who said I'm not going to? *wink*
Ishandahalf: Yep, you guessed right, you could see it coming though couldn't you. And I liked Remy's reaction too… much better than the first one I had written. But about the rest of the Romyness, it doesn't come until later, as it says in the summary; it's a plot-centric fic, not a romance centric fic. And I know there are some good Plot and Romance centric fics, but I'm not good at the Romance side of things. Most you're going to get is characters mentioning how close they seem, or them holding hands… I know that's sad, but don't stop reading just cos of that. I have a few chapters written, and the plot gets good, if I do say so myself.
DoWriter12: Thanks
ZenZen: You. Wouldn't. Dare. I just might have to strangle you if you decided to do that, or poke you incessantly during Japanese. And don't think I wont… I can be incessantly evil when I feel like it, and you know that better than anyone. And yes, as a person who has read the other chapters, you would know what a stupid useless character he is, but no mentioning his name in reviews, or anything that is going to come up… or I just may kill you
MarvelsX-girl: Wow, I'm on someone's favourites list. Didn't see that one coming. And you had a dream about my fic? That's super freaky… (that sounds like an old 80's rock song) Usually I'm the only one who has dreams about my fics… and that would explain most of my fic ideas… creepily disorganised. Except this one. I have like 8 more chapters writer already. Stops me from having huge gaps where I don't upload.
Yeah, I think that's about it… yep… Now must go finish Science Assignment, while laughing at my puppy dog, who has a bucket around her head… oh she looks so adorable…