Disclaimer... I own Maria.
I warn readers this no longer is based on me. The plot now takes a dark turn.
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Part 5
A girl asleep on a bed. A man walks in, gets in bed with her. He pulls at her, she screams.
Buzz buzz buzz
Isabella woke up sweating. The last thing she needed now was those memories. She still hadn't told anyone. She ran her hand thru her hair. Glancing at the clock, 6:30, she groaned and pulled her self out of bed. Today was the first day of school. After a summer of training, and hanging out with Kurt, she was sorry to see it end. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a fitted blue camouflage shirt, she grabbed her bag.
Entering the kitchen she found no one up. Shrugging, she grabbed a banana and planted herself in the living room. After a while everyone else found his or her way down. Kurt, Rogue, and her were slightly excited; they were going to be seniors now. Kitty and Evan grumbled about school and piled into Rogue's car. Isabella jumped into her car, Kurt slid in beside her. Planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Veady to go?" He asked.
She smiled weakly; the professor had done all the transfer work. And at least she wasn't starting in the middle of the year. But she was still nervous, "Yeah I guess so." She said nonchalantly. She pulled out behind Rogue making a turn on almost only two wheels. Kurt gripped the edge of his seat. He had been driving with her before, but there were some things you could never get used to.
"Once again I ask, vho the hell taught you to drive?" This had been a little joke since the first time she drove him somewhere. Usually she would laugh and blow-it off. But last night's dream brought back memories. Bad ones. That was probably the only nice thing Rick had done for her. Teach her to drive. But then he had made her pay him back. She got kind of stony. Kurt could sense her tense. But she just stared at the back bumper of Rogue's car.
"Nobody." She said quietly.
"Vhat is vrong?" Kurt asked concerned. A few things he had learned was that Isabella had a troubled past. And she got pretty upset whenever anyone talked about it.
"Nothing." She replied, the rest of the ride she was silent. They departed as she went to Darkome's office. Even though she was starting the year new like everyone else, the headmistress still requested a meeting. Isabella knew, and had been warned, that she would be pressed for loyalty.
She sat in the stiff chair while the stone-faced woman paced back and forth. She toyed with her bag, waiting for the headmistress to speak. Faintly in the back of her mind she wondered if she remember to put her caps on.
"So, your Charles new pet!" This shocked Isabella, the others had told her that Darkome, better known as Mystik, would worm her way are the subject. But her question was so blunt it caught Isabella off guard.
"Yeah, SO?" She replied. Regretting her tone the minute it came out. But to her surprise the obviously twisted woman smiled.
"You have a lot of anger in you. That's good. Thing have happen to you. Family problems I know what he did to you. What you think you did with it. We knew about you then, only Charles got to you first. Then there is the trouble controlling you power. DO you know that you don't have to yell or sing. Only make sound. The brotherhood could use you." The woman was almost giddy now. Isabella was starting to freak out.
"Umm excuse me Miss, but I have no idea what you talking about." "I'm staying with Mr. Xavier do to problems at home. He is a close friend of my biological Father." Isabella thought, (And lied through her teeth.)
Very surprisingly Darkome went off into a dream world. Staring off into space. "Yes, alright, it was a pleasure speaking with you. Now hurry along" She said, ushering Isabella out of the office.
"Good bye" Isabella replied as she rushed out of the office. Only to slam into what felt like a brick wall. Only kind-of squishy. Falling backwards she was about to hit the ground when she felt a pair of hands cushion her fall.
Her head covered by her backpack she had flailed in a vain attempt to stop herself. She heard, "Nice job Fred. What if she's hurt? It's not like she's an X-geek or something."
"Hey it wasn't my fault Peitro. She was the one that ran into me." Came a deeper voice. She then felt a massive hand grip her arm and shoulder and hoist her to her feet. Her backpack lay forgotten on the floor. Now that she could see, Fred was a huge guy who she recognized as The Blob. And Peitro, who apparently caught her, was Quiksilver. Both members of the brotherhood.
"Are you Ok?" Asked Fred. As Peitro asked, "Who are you?"
Deciding to play dumb, "Hi," She said in her best airhead voice. "Isabella's the name. And I'm sorry I ran into you. Not looking where I was going. And thanks for catching me. Maybe I'll catch you around later." She threw Peitro her best flirty wink as she bounced out the door and down the hall. Taking a quick turn into the nearest girl's room. She sat down on the small couch. Taking a deep breath she started to hum as she reached out her mind over the school. Jean had only been teaching her this recently. But she needed somebody. A flare in her mind drove her to be listening to Kitty's thought. "Damn, why her." She said out loud knowing that if she though this Kitty would hear. But she was the closest and she really needed to talk to someone. Continuing to hum she mentally tapped Kitty's shoulder.
A few minutes later Kitty pushed her way into the Bathroom. "Like, what's the big deal?" she asked plopping down next to Isabella.
Isabella sighed. "Is it normal for that witch to ask you bluntly if you're a mutant? Or to know really personal stuff about your past?"
Kitty looked at her funny. "What do you mean? Did she like saying anything or stuff?"
Isabella shook her head. This was seriously freaking her out. No one had confronted her about her powers or past since she had joined the X-men. Falling back into bad habits she pulled her self named, "Stress relief in extreme measures" pack of cigarettes. Not that she smoked on a regular basis. Actually her last one had been when she was at her mother's house. After she found out about it. Lighting one up she got a death glare from Kitty.
"You know those things will kill ya. And since when do you smoke?"
"Since that bitch told me more stuff about my power than I know. SO shut up and go find Kurt. Tell him to meet me at my car at the end of this period. I'm going home and he's coming with me." She shouted, taking a long drag from the cigarette before putting it out in the sink.
"Like hell I am, you may be older. But I've been around here longer. You ain't going to drag any of us down with you. You-you-trailer trash!" Kitty shouted. But seeing the look on Isabella's face she instantly regretted her words.
"I'm sorry. I just..."
"Never mind I'm leaving now. Tell them I left." And with that Isabella strode out the door. Leaving Kitty to regret her actions.
Isabella snuck out to the parking lot. Jumping into her car, she peeled out of the space and sped home. Pulling into the garage she nearly ran over Logan.
"What the hell are you doing home?" He asked gruffly. But something about his attitude reminded her to much of Rick. Of the past. That she was trying to forget. That Mystik knew about.
She burst in to tears banging her head against the steering wheel. Now this made Logan very uncomfortable.
"Uh, what did I say?" He asked out of confusion and fear as the small items around them were starting to shake and levitate.
****
Later that day Kitty finally caught up to the others at lunch. They had snagged the usual picnic table outside. Kurt was scanning the grounds for signs of Isabella.
"Your not going to find her she went home." Kitty announced sitting down.
Kurt spun to face her. "Vhat do you mean?" He asked confused.
"Her meeting with Darkome didn't go to well. Apparently Mystic knew a whole lot more about Isy's liking. She called be to the bathroom with that mind link thingy. She told me she was going home and to tell the rest of you." Kitty retold, inwardly flinching. She knew that Kurt would be pissed when he found out the real conversation when he got home.
Now we follow Kurt.
Kurt got up and walked away from the table. He scrambled up the side of the school and onto the roof. After being caught porting a few to many times, he had found a small-secluded space between a janitor's shed and a kitchen cent. Stepping into the small space, he turned off his holo-watch. Concentrating on Isabella's room he ported. A brief second later he was almost deafened by the music. Glancing around he spotted her bag and jacket on the floor. And the bathroom was slightly open with the light on. Reaching over he turned the music down. Just as he took his hand away the volume control turned back up as Isabella shouted, "Orora, I said I wanted to be alone." As she exited the bathroom. Seeing Kurt she clicked the radio off, then collapsed into his arms sobbing.
"Isy, what is wrong?" He asked as he awkwardly dragged her over to the bed and sat down. Now this scared him, in the three months that he had known her. He had never seen her cry. Even when a stray blade in the danger room had almost taken her arm off. She still didn't freak out this much.
"Kurt, it was awful. She knew about my past. My life. How could she know this?" she wailed into his shoulder.
Instead of answering, he just rubbed her back and held her until she calmed down a bit. Pulling away from her grip, he held her arms length.
"Isy, what has happened that has you so worked up?" He asked, staring intently into her eyes.
She looked away, She thought. "Um, Kurt, if I tell you something. No matter how bad, you can't tell anyone."
"Isy, vhat do yo...?" He began.
"No, don't question, just promise you won't tell!" She asked.
Something about the way she looked at him. "Ok, I promise not to tell." Feeling like he was 10 again.
"Ok, this is really hard to get out. I haven't told anyone. About two months before the crew came to get me, I started Drivers Ed. But it didn't go to good. So to my complete surprise, Rick offered to teach me. And I accepted." She started to pace. "Well he did, and I thanked him. But then he said I would make it up later. And that kind of confused me for a while. But then one night he ..." She was shaking now. "He came ... and ... He ...uh...oh Kurt, he..." She gave him a pleading look.
Kurt grabbed her hands and arms to stop the shaking. "Vhat did he do?" She pulled away.
"Kurt, he...uh...he raped me." She looked at the ground, ashamed as though it was her fault.
"That bastard, let me at him, I'll..." Kurt began. If Isabella wasn't already upset, she would have sworn she saw his fangs grow.
"Kurt," She cut him off, "That's not all. He came again, and again, and ag-about 5 times. I couldn't say anything, I was too scared. Anyways, I got pregnant. My mom thought it was my boyfriend fault. But we hadn't been active for awhile." She caught his stare of disbelieve and betrayal but ignored it for now. "She took me to get an abortion. Than I broke up with Kevin, dove head first into the Les Miserable stuff. Then the powers came. And I ended up here, with you." She gave him a reassuring look that told him she was his from now on. "I tried to pretend it never happened. But then that bitch Darkhome brought up some stuff and I freaked. She knew, I killed my baby." She was shaking again. Kurt wrapped his arms around her.
"Isy, it'll be alright. I'll stand by you, always. We can tell the Prof. and he'll..."
"NO!" She pulled away. "We can't tell him. People will get involved, and then stuff will happen with the police and the courts, and the evil lawyers." She babbled on and on.
Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her down onto his lap. Even sitting there she still had to look up.
"Isy, you do understand that vhat he did vas vrong." He took a deep breath, looking in her eyes. "Were you really pregnant?"
She nodded.
"Ve can make him pay for this. You can press charges, ve can fix this!" He told her.
She sighed, "That's the problem. I left, I want to forget." She leaned against he chest. He held her close.
"Isy, listen to me forgetting stuff doesn't make it go away. But yu should press charges. The professor will side with you. You just have to tell him!" He pulled her closer. Planting a fierce kiss on the top of her head.
Isabella leaned back. "Kurt I don't know. I just..."
He silenced her with a kiss. He captured her moving lips between his own. After holding her there for a moment, he pulled away and looked down at her face. It was tilted up, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She opened her eyes, "Kurt, I." He placed his finger across her lips. The fur tickled the sensitive skin.
"Shhh, We're going to see the professor and that's final." HE told her firmly.
She stared to say no, but instead nodded, "But Kurt one thing?"
"Vhat?"
"Kiss me again." She whispered huskily. Kurt smiled, surprised by her mood change. But instead of questioning her he met her demanding lips. No longer timid and apprehensive. But hot and passionate. They both got caught up in the dueling of the tongues. That they didn't fully acknowledge Logan coming into the room. Not until he cleared his throat, very loudly, "Please tell me elf boy that you and the Siren over there didn't skip school for this." He became greatly amused at the red faced (Well one red, one purple.) teens in front of him. "Anyways, the last thing I want to do is intrude on your private life. I just came to tell you." He pointed to Isabella, "That the professor has someone in his office, they're waiting for you. Oh and Kurt, you can go too, just turn on your holo-watch. They seem to be quite human."
Curiously, they gathered them self's together. Making their way to the office. Upon entering the chair in front of the desk spun around. Sitting in it was...
*****
Ha I'm going with a cliffhanger.
Yeah yeah yeah, I know it's dark but hey. I needed to get to my plot somehow.
Please review.
Maria
I warn readers this no longer is based on me. The plot now takes a dark turn.
Took me long enough to type?
Part 5
A girl asleep on a bed. A man walks in, gets in bed with her. He pulls at her, she screams.
Buzz buzz buzz
Isabella woke up sweating. The last thing she needed now was those memories. She still hadn't told anyone. She ran her hand thru her hair. Glancing at the clock, 6:30, she groaned and pulled her self out of bed. Today was the first day of school. After a summer of training, and hanging out with Kurt, she was sorry to see it end. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a fitted blue camouflage shirt, she grabbed her bag.
Entering the kitchen she found no one up. Shrugging, she grabbed a banana and planted herself in the living room. After a while everyone else found his or her way down. Kurt, Rogue, and her were slightly excited; they were going to be seniors now. Kitty and Evan grumbled about school and piled into Rogue's car. Isabella jumped into her car, Kurt slid in beside her. Planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Veady to go?" He asked.
She smiled weakly; the professor had done all the transfer work. And at least she wasn't starting in the middle of the year. But she was still nervous, "Yeah I guess so." She said nonchalantly. She pulled out behind Rogue making a turn on almost only two wheels. Kurt gripped the edge of his seat. He had been driving with her before, but there were some things you could never get used to.
"Once again I ask, vho the hell taught you to drive?" This had been a little joke since the first time she drove him somewhere. Usually she would laugh and blow-it off. But last night's dream brought back memories. Bad ones. That was probably the only nice thing Rick had done for her. Teach her to drive. But then he had made her pay him back. She got kind of stony. Kurt could sense her tense. But she just stared at the back bumper of Rogue's car.
"Nobody." She said quietly.
"Vhat is vrong?" Kurt asked concerned. A few things he had learned was that Isabella had a troubled past. And she got pretty upset whenever anyone talked about it.
"Nothing." She replied, the rest of the ride she was silent. They departed as she went to Darkome's office. Even though she was starting the year new like everyone else, the headmistress still requested a meeting. Isabella knew, and had been warned, that she would be pressed for loyalty.
She sat in the stiff chair while the stone-faced woman paced back and forth. She toyed with her bag, waiting for the headmistress to speak. Faintly in the back of her mind she wondered if she remember to put her caps on.
"So, your Charles new pet!" This shocked Isabella, the others had told her that Darkome, better known as Mystik, would worm her way are the subject. But her question was so blunt it caught Isabella off guard.
"Yeah, SO?" She replied. Regretting her tone the minute it came out. But to her surprise the obviously twisted woman smiled.
"You have a lot of anger in you. That's good. Thing have happen to you. Family problems I know what he did to you. What you think you did with it. We knew about you then, only Charles got to you first. Then there is the trouble controlling you power. DO you know that you don't have to yell or sing. Only make sound. The brotherhood could use you." The woman was almost giddy now. Isabella was starting to freak out.
"Umm excuse me Miss, but I have no idea what you talking about." "I'm staying with Mr. Xavier do to problems at home. He is a close friend of my biological Father." Isabella thought, (And lied through her teeth.)
Very surprisingly Darkome went off into a dream world. Staring off into space. "Yes, alright, it was a pleasure speaking with you. Now hurry along" She said, ushering Isabella out of the office.
"Good bye" Isabella replied as she rushed out of the office. Only to slam into what felt like a brick wall. Only kind-of squishy. Falling backwards she was about to hit the ground when she felt a pair of hands cushion her fall.
Her head covered by her backpack she had flailed in a vain attempt to stop herself. She heard, "Nice job Fred. What if she's hurt? It's not like she's an X-geek or something."
"Hey it wasn't my fault Peitro. She was the one that ran into me." Came a deeper voice. She then felt a massive hand grip her arm and shoulder and hoist her to her feet. Her backpack lay forgotten on the floor. Now that she could see, Fred was a huge guy who she recognized as The Blob. And Peitro, who apparently caught her, was Quiksilver. Both members of the brotherhood.
"Are you Ok?" Asked Fred. As Peitro asked, "Who are you?"
Deciding to play dumb, "Hi," She said in her best airhead voice. "Isabella's the name. And I'm sorry I ran into you. Not looking where I was going. And thanks for catching me. Maybe I'll catch you around later." She threw Peitro her best flirty wink as she bounced out the door and down the hall. Taking a quick turn into the nearest girl's room. She sat down on the small couch. Taking a deep breath she started to hum as she reached out her mind over the school. Jean had only been teaching her this recently. But she needed somebody. A flare in her mind drove her to be listening to Kitty's thought. "Damn, why her." She said out loud knowing that if she though this Kitty would hear. But she was the closest and she really needed to talk to someone. Continuing to hum she mentally tapped Kitty's shoulder.
A few minutes later Kitty pushed her way into the Bathroom. "Like, what's the big deal?" she asked plopping down next to Isabella.
Isabella sighed. "Is it normal for that witch to ask you bluntly if you're a mutant? Or to know really personal stuff about your past?"
Kitty looked at her funny. "What do you mean? Did she like saying anything or stuff?"
Isabella shook her head. This was seriously freaking her out. No one had confronted her about her powers or past since she had joined the X-men. Falling back into bad habits she pulled her self named, "Stress relief in extreme measures" pack of cigarettes. Not that she smoked on a regular basis. Actually her last one had been when she was at her mother's house. After she found out about it. Lighting one up she got a death glare from Kitty.
"You know those things will kill ya. And since when do you smoke?"
"Since that bitch told me more stuff about my power than I know. SO shut up and go find Kurt. Tell him to meet me at my car at the end of this period. I'm going home and he's coming with me." She shouted, taking a long drag from the cigarette before putting it out in the sink.
"Like hell I am, you may be older. But I've been around here longer. You ain't going to drag any of us down with you. You-you-trailer trash!" Kitty shouted. But seeing the look on Isabella's face she instantly regretted her words.
"I'm sorry. I just..."
"Never mind I'm leaving now. Tell them I left." And with that Isabella strode out the door. Leaving Kitty to regret her actions.
Isabella snuck out to the parking lot. Jumping into her car, she peeled out of the space and sped home. Pulling into the garage she nearly ran over Logan.
"What the hell are you doing home?" He asked gruffly. But something about his attitude reminded her to much of Rick. Of the past. That she was trying to forget. That Mystik knew about.
She burst in to tears banging her head against the steering wheel. Now this made Logan very uncomfortable.
"Uh, what did I say?" He asked out of confusion and fear as the small items around them were starting to shake and levitate.
****
Later that day Kitty finally caught up to the others at lunch. They had snagged the usual picnic table outside. Kurt was scanning the grounds for signs of Isabella.
"Your not going to find her she went home." Kitty announced sitting down.
Kurt spun to face her. "Vhat do you mean?" He asked confused.
"Her meeting with Darkome didn't go to well. Apparently Mystic knew a whole lot more about Isy's liking. She called be to the bathroom with that mind link thingy. She told me she was going home and to tell the rest of you." Kitty retold, inwardly flinching. She knew that Kurt would be pissed when he found out the real conversation when he got home.
Now we follow Kurt.
Kurt got up and walked away from the table. He scrambled up the side of the school and onto the roof. After being caught porting a few to many times, he had found a small-secluded space between a janitor's shed and a kitchen cent. Stepping into the small space, he turned off his holo-watch. Concentrating on Isabella's room he ported. A brief second later he was almost deafened by the music. Glancing around he spotted her bag and jacket on the floor. And the bathroom was slightly open with the light on. Reaching over he turned the music down. Just as he took his hand away the volume control turned back up as Isabella shouted, "Orora, I said I wanted to be alone." As she exited the bathroom. Seeing Kurt she clicked the radio off, then collapsed into his arms sobbing.
"Isy, what is wrong?" He asked as he awkwardly dragged her over to the bed and sat down. Now this scared him, in the three months that he had known her. He had never seen her cry. Even when a stray blade in the danger room had almost taken her arm off. She still didn't freak out this much.
"Kurt, it was awful. She knew about my past. My life. How could she know this?" she wailed into his shoulder.
Instead of answering, he just rubbed her back and held her until she calmed down a bit. Pulling away from her grip, he held her arms length.
"Isy, what has happened that has you so worked up?" He asked, staring intently into her eyes.
She looked away, She thought. "Um, Kurt, if I tell you something. No matter how bad, you can't tell anyone."
"Isy, vhat do yo...?" He began.
"No, don't question, just promise you won't tell!" She asked.
Something about the way she looked at him. "Ok, I promise not to tell." Feeling like he was 10 again.
"Ok, this is really hard to get out. I haven't told anyone. About two months before the crew came to get me, I started Drivers Ed. But it didn't go to good. So to my complete surprise, Rick offered to teach me. And I accepted." She started to pace. "Well he did, and I thanked him. But then he said I would make it up later. And that kind of confused me for a while. But then one night he ..." She was shaking now. "He came ... and ... He ...uh...oh Kurt, he..." She gave him a pleading look.
Kurt grabbed her hands and arms to stop the shaking. "Vhat did he do?" She pulled away.
"Kurt, he...uh...he raped me." She looked at the ground, ashamed as though it was her fault.
"That bastard, let me at him, I'll..." Kurt began. If Isabella wasn't already upset, she would have sworn she saw his fangs grow.
"Kurt," She cut him off, "That's not all. He came again, and again, and ag-about 5 times. I couldn't say anything, I was too scared. Anyways, I got pregnant. My mom thought it was my boyfriend fault. But we hadn't been active for awhile." She caught his stare of disbelieve and betrayal but ignored it for now. "She took me to get an abortion. Than I broke up with Kevin, dove head first into the Les Miserable stuff. Then the powers came. And I ended up here, with you." She gave him a reassuring look that told him she was his from now on. "I tried to pretend it never happened. But then that bitch Darkhome brought up some stuff and I freaked. She knew, I killed my baby." She was shaking again. Kurt wrapped his arms around her.
"Isy, it'll be alright. I'll stand by you, always. We can tell the Prof. and he'll..."
"NO!" She pulled away. "We can't tell him. People will get involved, and then stuff will happen with the police and the courts, and the evil lawyers." She babbled on and on.
Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her down onto his lap. Even sitting there she still had to look up.
"Isy, you do understand that vhat he did vas vrong." He took a deep breath, looking in her eyes. "Were you really pregnant?"
She nodded.
"Ve can make him pay for this. You can press charges, ve can fix this!" He told her.
She sighed, "That's the problem. I left, I want to forget." She leaned against he chest. He held her close.
"Isy, listen to me forgetting stuff doesn't make it go away. But yu should press charges. The professor will side with you. You just have to tell him!" He pulled her closer. Planting a fierce kiss on the top of her head.
Isabella leaned back. "Kurt I don't know. I just..."
He silenced her with a kiss. He captured her moving lips between his own. After holding her there for a moment, he pulled away and looked down at her face. It was tilted up, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She opened her eyes, "Kurt, I." He placed his finger across her lips. The fur tickled the sensitive skin.
"Shhh, We're going to see the professor and that's final." HE told her firmly.
She stared to say no, but instead nodded, "But Kurt one thing?"
"Vhat?"
"Kiss me again." She whispered huskily. Kurt smiled, surprised by her mood change. But instead of questioning her he met her demanding lips. No longer timid and apprehensive. But hot and passionate. They both got caught up in the dueling of the tongues. That they didn't fully acknowledge Logan coming into the room. Not until he cleared his throat, very loudly, "Please tell me elf boy that you and the Siren over there didn't skip school for this." He became greatly amused at the red faced (Well one red, one purple.) teens in front of him. "Anyways, the last thing I want to do is intrude on your private life. I just came to tell you." He pointed to Isabella, "That the professor has someone in his office, they're waiting for you. Oh and Kurt, you can go too, just turn on your holo-watch. They seem to be quite human."
Curiously, they gathered them self's together. Making their way to the office. Upon entering the chair in front of the desk spun around. Sitting in it was...
*****
Ha I'm going with a cliffhanger.
Yeah yeah yeah, I know it's dark but hey. I needed to get to my plot somehow.
Please review.
Maria
