Disclaimer - I just want to announce that unfortunately none of these
characters belong to me, they just star in my story.
Chapter 2
(Kitty's POV)
Kitty lay there for a few moments before realizing that this was not a dream. Blinking, she sat up. 'Where am I?'
I looked around what appeared to be some type of jail cell. It was coated with some sort of metal, silver color. I turned to the door. It looked exactly like a jail cell. A barred door looked out to an unlit hallway.
Ugghhhh. No point in staying in this place. I walked toward the door. Slowly, I might add, because of my splitting headache. Anyway, I attempted to phase through the door, but to my surprise, and pain, nothing happened. I just simply hit my head. 'What the..how did that happen?'
I stood puzzled for a moment. That's when I heard voices coming my direction.
"What! You've got to be kidding! No way am I gonna just sit down here and baby-sit!"
Complained a male voice.
"Look, we don't want anything to go wrong. The best way to make sure of that is for one of us to literally watch her." Answered another male voice.
"Oh ya, and why don't you do that?" Retorted the first guy.
"Because.I have to go make our party reservations, if you know what I mean. And no way I am I leaving that up to you." An annoyed sigh followed, and then I heard the sound of one pair of footsteps going the opposite direction.
A light turned on in the hallway. I turned to quickly move out of sight from the door. With the darkness inside my cell, I knew he wouldn't be able to see me unless he stepped up to the door.
"Hello.." He looked curiously at the cell which at first appeared empty. Then he moved in for a closer look. He leaned in and held onto the bars of the door. I quickly seized the opportunity. Moving fast to reached my hands through the bars and placed one around his neck, and grabbed his shirt with my other hand.
"I could phase through your neck in a second, and cut off your oxygen supply. If you don't want me to do that, then you better not do anything stupid." I looked at him with a determined expression.
"Well, well. It looks as if the little Princess has woken up." He replied in a cocky voice.
"Do you want to die?" I asked aggravated.
He let out a smirk, then got serious. "No. What do you want me to do? Just don't kill me." He asked sincerely.
That's better. "What do you think I want you to do? Let me out of this cell you idiot!"
"Hey, there's no need to get mean." He shrugged his shoulders and gave me an innocent look.
"Oh you would know if I was being mean, now open the door!" I held tighter.
"Okay, okay. But I need to use the number sequence pad, and it's on the other side of the wall, so your going to have to let me go." He smiled. Somehow, I had the feeling that he was just playing along, and not taking me seriously at all.
I thought for a moment, then released his shirt and slid my hand down to his waist.
"Wow, getting' frisky now huh?" He grinned, that just made me mad.
I reached to the other side and found what I was looking for, a gun. Most mutants carried them regardless of having powers, that is, unless their ability had to do with some sort of laser ray or something. Lucky for me, he was not one of them.
I let go of his neck. "One wrong move, and I will shot you." I held the gun in between the bars of the door.
"How do you know that the bullets won't just bounce off me?" He smirked.
"I guess I will have to take that chance, can you?" I asked ready to shoot him if I had to.
He held his hands up, as if surrendering. "Fine, I'll let you out." He looked directly at me, with an evil smile.
Before I knew what to say or do, the ground began to shake violently. I lost my balance and fell to my knees. He used this advantage, and grabbed the gun from me. The earthquake stopped.
"Ahhh!" I stayed on the ground and hit the bars with my fists. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
He shrugged and returned the gun to his belt. "Maybe, but then you won't get the joy of my company." He smiled at me as if this was all a game. "Now let's just keep those claws to ourselves, okay kitten?"
I turned to him with a scowl. I looked up at him but could not immediately make out his face. He stood tall, and had a built figure. As my vision adjusted, I saw that he had shaggy brown hair, a defined face, and deep brown eyes.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked with contempt.
"Hey, hey, now wait a minute. No need for you to get so defensive, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that kidnapping someone and locking them in a jail cell was your form of hospitality!" I replied in an annoyed voice. The nerve of him, 'I'm not going to hurt you, don't get so defensive, la la la la la.' Ooh! It just made me upset to think about it.
"Fine, have it your way. Sorry that I was trying to be polite. I guess when you're a Maximoff snob, there's no civilized way of conversing." He turned and sat in a chair across from the door.
"Maximoff snob? What is that supposed to mean?" Now I was just plain insulted, was he calling me a snob?
"You know exactly what I mean. Maximoff and his little posse think they're too good to talk with us other mutants." He shrugged his shoulders, then smiled to himself. "You probably have nothing interesting to say anyway."
"Look, I don't know what you presume to know about my family, but I am not a snob!" I crossed my arms and sat down, leaning on the door. "And I have plenty of interesting things to talk about."
"Really.." He turned the chair backwards and sat facing me, his cocky grin never leaving his lips. "Then lets talk.."
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(Jean's POV)
The other guests had now left. It was just Pietro, Remy, Professor Xavier, and myself. We sat in the living room around a fire.
Professor Xavier broke the silence. "I know why you have come to me tonight. I have known for a long time. You want my help in dealing with your little rebel problem. And now, in the recovery of your sister."
We all sat silent. Then Pietro spoke. "Yes. We would appreciate any help that you can give us. Of course, it would be worth your while."
"I am aware of these factors. But the problem is simple." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I can not find them. I know that they are in the city. But their base is coated with a certain type of metal, which keeps me from finding them. I can not even sense the location of their base. This is probably why Ms. Grey's attempts failed as well." He turned and looked at me.
I knew that he was trying to get into my mind, but so far I had prevented him. Thus resulting in a now splitting headache.
He went on. "However, if you were able to capture one of these mutants, than I would be able to get all the information I need from this one." He shrugged. "I'm afraid that is your only option."
Pietro shook his head. "We don't even know who are involved in the revolt. It could take a while to get this information, then to happen to catch one of them off guard.. that could take a long time. I'm afraid I don't have that much time."
"So sorry to hear this. But that is your only option." He turned, ready to leave. "Oh wait, there is one more thing you should know, they will give her back. They don't plan on keeping her forever. But when they do give her back that will be a sign that your greatest troubles with them are only beginning. They will return he only when they are ready to act." He watched Pietro's reaction intently.
I did not trust this Professor Xavier. There was something that he was hiding from us. I got the unnerving feeling that he was more of a threat than any other mutant. He had an evil side to him, I could sense it.
Chapter 2
(Kitty's POV)
Kitty lay there for a few moments before realizing that this was not a dream. Blinking, she sat up. 'Where am I?'
I looked around what appeared to be some type of jail cell. It was coated with some sort of metal, silver color. I turned to the door. It looked exactly like a jail cell. A barred door looked out to an unlit hallway.
Ugghhhh. No point in staying in this place. I walked toward the door. Slowly, I might add, because of my splitting headache. Anyway, I attempted to phase through the door, but to my surprise, and pain, nothing happened. I just simply hit my head. 'What the..how did that happen?'
I stood puzzled for a moment. That's when I heard voices coming my direction.
"What! You've got to be kidding! No way am I gonna just sit down here and baby-sit!"
Complained a male voice.
"Look, we don't want anything to go wrong. The best way to make sure of that is for one of us to literally watch her." Answered another male voice.
"Oh ya, and why don't you do that?" Retorted the first guy.
"Because.I have to go make our party reservations, if you know what I mean. And no way I am I leaving that up to you." An annoyed sigh followed, and then I heard the sound of one pair of footsteps going the opposite direction.
A light turned on in the hallway. I turned to quickly move out of sight from the door. With the darkness inside my cell, I knew he wouldn't be able to see me unless he stepped up to the door.
"Hello.." He looked curiously at the cell which at first appeared empty. Then he moved in for a closer look. He leaned in and held onto the bars of the door. I quickly seized the opportunity. Moving fast to reached my hands through the bars and placed one around his neck, and grabbed his shirt with my other hand.
"I could phase through your neck in a second, and cut off your oxygen supply. If you don't want me to do that, then you better not do anything stupid." I looked at him with a determined expression.
"Well, well. It looks as if the little Princess has woken up." He replied in a cocky voice.
"Do you want to die?" I asked aggravated.
He let out a smirk, then got serious. "No. What do you want me to do? Just don't kill me." He asked sincerely.
That's better. "What do you think I want you to do? Let me out of this cell you idiot!"
"Hey, there's no need to get mean." He shrugged his shoulders and gave me an innocent look.
"Oh you would know if I was being mean, now open the door!" I held tighter.
"Okay, okay. But I need to use the number sequence pad, and it's on the other side of the wall, so your going to have to let me go." He smiled. Somehow, I had the feeling that he was just playing along, and not taking me seriously at all.
I thought for a moment, then released his shirt and slid my hand down to his waist.
"Wow, getting' frisky now huh?" He grinned, that just made me mad.
I reached to the other side and found what I was looking for, a gun. Most mutants carried them regardless of having powers, that is, unless their ability had to do with some sort of laser ray or something. Lucky for me, he was not one of them.
I let go of his neck. "One wrong move, and I will shot you." I held the gun in between the bars of the door.
"How do you know that the bullets won't just bounce off me?" He smirked.
"I guess I will have to take that chance, can you?" I asked ready to shoot him if I had to.
He held his hands up, as if surrendering. "Fine, I'll let you out." He looked directly at me, with an evil smile.
Before I knew what to say or do, the ground began to shake violently. I lost my balance and fell to my knees. He used this advantage, and grabbed the gun from me. The earthquake stopped.
"Ahhh!" I stayed on the ground and hit the bars with my fists. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
He shrugged and returned the gun to his belt. "Maybe, but then you won't get the joy of my company." He smiled at me as if this was all a game. "Now let's just keep those claws to ourselves, okay kitten?"
I turned to him with a scowl. I looked up at him but could not immediately make out his face. He stood tall, and had a built figure. As my vision adjusted, I saw that he had shaggy brown hair, a defined face, and deep brown eyes.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked with contempt.
"Hey, hey, now wait a minute. No need for you to get so defensive, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that kidnapping someone and locking them in a jail cell was your form of hospitality!" I replied in an annoyed voice. The nerve of him, 'I'm not going to hurt you, don't get so defensive, la la la la la.' Ooh! It just made me upset to think about it.
"Fine, have it your way. Sorry that I was trying to be polite. I guess when you're a Maximoff snob, there's no civilized way of conversing." He turned and sat in a chair across from the door.
"Maximoff snob? What is that supposed to mean?" Now I was just plain insulted, was he calling me a snob?
"You know exactly what I mean. Maximoff and his little posse think they're too good to talk with us other mutants." He shrugged his shoulders, then smiled to himself. "You probably have nothing interesting to say anyway."
"Look, I don't know what you presume to know about my family, but I am not a snob!" I crossed my arms and sat down, leaning on the door. "And I have plenty of interesting things to talk about."
"Really.." He turned the chair backwards and sat facing me, his cocky grin never leaving his lips. "Then lets talk.."
**********************************
(Jean's POV)
The other guests had now left. It was just Pietro, Remy, Professor Xavier, and myself. We sat in the living room around a fire.
Professor Xavier broke the silence. "I know why you have come to me tonight. I have known for a long time. You want my help in dealing with your little rebel problem. And now, in the recovery of your sister."
We all sat silent. Then Pietro spoke. "Yes. We would appreciate any help that you can give us. Of course, it would be worth your while."
"I am aware of these factors. But the problem is simple." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I can not find them. I know that they are in the city. But their base is coated with a certain type of metal, which keeps me from finding them. I can not even sense the location of their base. This is probably why Ms. Grey's attempts failed as well." He turned and looked at me.
I knew that he was trying to get into my mind, but so far I had prevented him. Thus resulting in a now splitting headache.
He went on. "However, if you were able to capture one of these mutants, than I would be able to get all the information I need from this one." He shrugged. "I'm afraid that is your only option."
Pietro shook his head. "We don't even know who are involved in the revolt. It could take a while to get this information, then to happen to catch one of them off guard.. that could take a long time. I'm afraid I don't have that much time."
"So sorry to hear this. But that is your only option." He turned, ready to leave. "Oh wait, there is one more thing you should know, they will give her back. They don't plan on keeping her forever. But when they do give her back that will be a sign that your greatest troubles with them are only beginning. They will return he only when they are ready to act." He watched Pietro's reaction intently.
I did not trust this Professor Xavier. There was something that he was hiding from us. I got the unnerving feeling that he was more of a threat than any other mutant. He had an evil side to him, I could sense it.