Kitty and Pietro
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Disclaimer: We don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but we own our story
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Chapter 4: Warped and Twisted or Forgive Me?
At the Institute...
"Hey, Guys! Like, what's for dinner?" Kitty tried forgetting what had took place during school by putting on a bubbly front. "Keetie, are you sure you're alright?" Kurt asked as he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, sure! Like, why not? I'm starving, can we, like, dig in?" Kitty didn't want the other X-Men to get worried over her. ~Anyway, it's just a stupid poem. I, like, shouldn't let it disturb me~, she thought.
Just then, Pietro came to the table. He seemed like his normal self though. Kitty suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. She can't stand seeing a jerk even from 100 metres away. Especially this one.
"Erm... I would like to be excused. Don't think I'd, like, have the appetite anymore," Kitty got up from her seat about after 10 minutes at the table.
"Kurt, do you know what's wrong with Kitty?" Scott started asking, followed by a barter of questions pouring at the blue mutant. "I'm a little worried about Half-pint too," (Wolverine). "Is pretty Kitty okay? Maybe I can cheer her up." (Lance) "Yo dude, just spill it man!" (Evan) "I'm also worried of that girl, she's so vulnerable sometimes." (Ororo) "There goes my roomy!" (Rogue) "Oh dear..." (Bobby) "Hey, maybe we should give Kurt a chance to answer us, you know." (Jubilee)
"Erm... Vell, I'm not very sure myself. She just started veeping after school. I think some one had bullied Kätchen. If I vind out who it is, I'll teach him a lesson!" Kurt said in a very serious tone. "Same goes for me. If I know who that freak is, he'll be damn sorry." Lance punched his fist into his other hand forcefully. "Me three, Half-pint shall see to it." Logan was always protective of Kitty; he treated her as if she were his younger sister. Pietro gulped down his saliva. He almost choked out his dinner when he heard the anger in those mutants.
"All right now. I think we should just finish up this dinner and talk about that later." Professor Xavier was worried too, yet he wasn't as worked up as the rest.
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Pietro was in his room. Dinner had just ended with more questions than ever. He tried to ease his mind by resting on his desk, but what only happened was that his mind was re-playing the whole scene during Honours English. He didn't really thought it had such an impact on her. Now she would never wanna talk to him, and he felt a little guilty stricken as he thought about the one person who had caused such a commotion in the Institute... was him.
It was then that he heard someone walking past his room. The footsteps had clearly denoted that it was Kurt. Pietro flung open his door. "Blue boy! I would want to tell you something. Come in,"
Kurt did as he was told. "Yes Quicksilver. Is anything ze matter?" Pietro opened his mouth, but no words seemed to come out. He didn't know where to begin. At last, he took the easiest yet the more painstaking way, the truth, and nothing but the truth.
"I was the one." Pietro frowned when he saw Kurt's confused expression. "Vhat do you mean by zat Pietro?" Kurt wasn't quite sure what he meant. Maybe it was too direct. "I meant that, I was the one who made Pryde so sad, happy now? Come on and bash me up then!" Pietro couldn't bottle up his thoughts anymore; he just confessed the whole thing. "You? It was you? But vhat happened? Don't vorry, I von't bash you up,"
"You see, Kurt, I wrote this really mean, maybe just a little mean poem about her for Honours English. And I didn't know that she would become so upset... I mean I just wanted a little sweet revenge for what she did to me yesterday..." Pietro grabbed the piece of paper where he wrote the poem. He handed it to Kurt and then looked away.
Kurt took the piece of paper. He slowly scanned through the words at each sentence though, his eyes widened in shock. "How did she know about zis poem?" Kurt finally tore the peace. "I volunteered to read it to the class," Pietro admitted. Kurt's jaw fell to the floor. "If it's me, I vould also be very mad."
"Do you know, that Keetie once told be zat her parents vanted a divorce on ze night vhen she knew her powers? She vas very upset. Till now, her parents zid not decide on zat till her powers vere stabilized, but she's still not sure vhether zhey vould separate. She's very sensitive of zat, you know."
~No wonder she was so upset, how would I ever apologise if she doesn't even wanna talk to me?~ Pietro felt very remorseful. He didn't know why vengeance was so important at that time. "I'm really sorry I've did that. Now I feel so bad..." Pietro said. "Vell, you can alvays aplogise you know."
With that, Pietro had an idea flickered into his brain. He thanked Kurt for helping him cope with it, and for his advice not to let Lance and Logan know about it, before he left. Pietro had remembered the teacher expecting a graded poetry assignment by tomorrow, and it could be of any topic. He was sure of what to write now.
However, on the other hand, Kitty locked herself in her room. She thought maybe by expressing her sadness in that graded poetry assignment of her, which would be handed in the next day, could free her from her depression. She wouldn't want to talk about it, so how 'bout write about it.
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Next day, during Honours English...
"I've read through all your poetry assignments and I've picked out two among them that gave me the best impression." The teacher took the first two pieces of paper from the stack and started reading the top-most one.
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*Warped and Twisted*
Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
My eyes are open, my hands are fisted,
And deep inside I'm warped & twisted.
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many whens and too many whys.
Some people's special, some are just gifted;
I'm just me, warped & twisted.
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent scream.
Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped and twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted,
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow,
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted,
I'm still here, warped and twisted.
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"Don't you all agree it's a masterpiece? And for your information, it was written by Miss Pryde. She has done an excellent job. I gave her an A+." the students applauded as Kitty sat stiffly upright from her seat. There were a few whispers here and there, and the occasional sniffing sounds heard from some of the girls. Indeed, the poem was truly touching; it stirred an atmosphere of innermost grievance and self-pity.
"All right now, we have a tide with another poem, it's entitled Forgive Me," the teacher paced around the classroom slowly, she once again read out the literary piece.
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*Forgive Me*
My mouth opened a slight ajar,
I wanted to tell you, but you seemed too far.
The words did not spill, my heart getting frail,
But no matter what I do, I couldn't deal.
I must admit I've made a mistake,
So foolish it was and the price I paid.
I wasn't sensitive; my heart didn't melt,
I'm sorry I've neglected what you felt.
Now that memory back in a -shadow-,
The guiltiness in me had started to grow.
I gazed at the moon, mesmerized like that,
It sort of resembles the eye of a -cat-.
I want you to know that I feel so sorry,
My heart in remorse, please Forgive Me.
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The teacher stopped at Pietro's seat by the time the poem had ended. "You have impressed me once again Mr Maximoff. Tell me something, why in the poem did you bold the words "shadow" and "cat"?"
"Well, let's just say it has a sentimental meaning to it..." Pietro converted his gaze to Kitty who by now was knotting her fingers in bafflement.
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School has just ended, and Kitty was putting back some books into her locker...
"Did you like it? Pryde, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, please..." the figure beside her uttered out the words to her, too abruptly in fact. Kitty couldn't absorb its impact, it was hard to just forgive him all so suddenly. She pushed him aside then ran out of the school.
All Kitty had wanted was to go home and rest. Then, as she was about to cross the road, unaware of a speeding van, she felt an arm around her waist, gripping her firmly. "I know you're depressed, I'm seriously sorry, k? But you don't have to commit suicide!" came a voice with a tone of anxiety and apprehension mingled in it.
"Huh?" Kitty was confused. Yet at that second or two, she felt a gust of strong wind blowing against her bangs as a van zoomed past horning at her. She looked up, only to see concern in a pair of grayish blue eyes. Then higher a little was that familiar white hair. ~He saved me? No, I won't fall for that~, Kitty thought.
"I know you hate me, Maximoff, and you don't have to act kind-hearted. But guess what... I HATE you too." Kitty freed herself from his grasp around her waist. She was about to leave when someone caught her elbow and pulled her back. That same person then hugged her in his arms.
"Kitty, please..." the tender voice blew gently into her ears. Kitty was already in tears. Then a thought just came into her mind: ~Was that the first time he'd said my name?~ The freshman dropped her book in surprise. "Ouch! My foot!" Pietro loosened his grip entirely off her. Kitty bent down to pick up her book. "Sorry..." she said with a sweet smile. At that moment, Pietro stopped groaning.
"Does that mean you forgive me?" he asked. And a nod was his reply.
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To be continued...
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Disclaimer: We don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but we own our story
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Chapter 4: Warped and Twisted or Forgive Me?
At the Institute...
"Hey, Guys! Like, what's for dinner?" Kitty tried forgetting what had took place during school by putting on a bubbly front. "Keetie, are you sure you're alright?" Kurt asked as he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, sure! Like, why not? I'm starving, can we, like, dig in?" Kitty didn't want the other X-Men to get worried over her. ~Anyway, it's just a stupid poem. I, like, shouldn't let it disturb me~, she thought.
Just then, Pietro came to the table. He seemed like his normal self though. Kitty suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. She can't stand seeing a jerk even from 100 metres away. Especially this one.
"Erm... I would like to be excused. Don't think I'd, like, have the appetite anymore," Kitty got up from her seat about after 10 minutes at the table.
"Kurt, do you know what's wrong with Kitty?" Scott started asking, followed by a barter of questions pouring at the blue mutant. "I'm a little worried about Half-pint too," (Wolverine). "Is pretty Kitty okay? Maybe I can cheer her up." (Lance) "Yo dude, just spill it man!" (Evan) "I'm also worried of that girl, she's so vulnerable sometimes." (Ororo) "There goes my roomy!" (Rogue) "Oh dear..." (Bobby) "Hey, maybe we should give Kurt a chance to answer us, you know." (Jubilee)
"Erm... Vell, I'm not very sure myself. She just started veeping after school. I think some one had bullied Kätchen. If I vind out who it is, I'll teach him a lesson!" Kurt said in a very serious tone. "Same goes for me. If I know who that freak is, he'll be damn sorry." Lance punched his fist into his other hand forcefully. "Me three, Half-pint shall see to it." Logan was always protective of Kitty; he treated her as if she were his younger sister. Pietro gulped down his saliva. He almost choked out his dinner when he heard the anger in those mutants.
"All right now. I think we should just finish up this dinner and talk about that later." Professor Xavier was worried too, yet he wasn't as worked up as the rest.
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Pietro was in his room. Dinner had just ended with more questions than ever. He tried to ease his mind by resting on his desk, but what only happened was that his mind was re-playing the whole scene during Honours English. He didn't really thought it had such an impact on her. Now she would never wanna talk to him, and he felt a little guilty stricken as he thought about the one person who had caused such a commotion in the Institute... was him.
It was then that he heard someone walking past his room. The footsteps had clearly denoted that it was Kurt. Pietro flung open his door. "Blue boy! I would want to tell you something. Come in,"
Kurt did as he was told. "Yes Quicksilver. Is anything ze matter?" Pietro opened his mouth, but no words seemed to come out. He didn't know where to begin. At last, he took the easiest yet the more painstaking way, the truth, and nothing but the truth.
"I was the one." Pietro frowned when he saw Kurt's confused expression. "Vhat do you mean by zat Pietro?" Kurt wasn't quite sure what he meant. Maybe it was too direct. "I meant that, I was the one who made Pryde so sad, happy now? Come on and bash me up then!" Pietro couldn't bottle up his thoughts anymore; he just confessed the whole thing. "You? It was you? But vhat happened? Don't vorry, I von't bash you up,"
"You see, Kurt, I wrote this really mean, maybe just a little mean poem about her for Honours English. And I didn't know that she would become so upset... I mean I just wanted a little sweet revenge for what she did to me yesterday..." Pietro grabbed the piece of paper where he wrote the poem. He handed it to Kurt and then looked away.
Kurt took the piece of paper. He slowly scanned through the words at each sentence though, his eyes widened in shock. "How did she know about zis poem?" Kurt finally tore the peace. "I volunteered to read it to the class," Pietro admitted. Kurt's jaw fell to the floor. "If it's me, I vould also be very mad."
"Do you know, that Keetie once told be zat her parents vanted a divorce on ze night vhen she knew her powers? She vas very upset. Till now, her parents zid not decide on zat till her powers vere stabilized, but she's still not sure vhether zhey vould separate. She's very sensitive of zat, you know."
~No wonder she was so upset, how would I ever apologise if she doesn't even wanna talk to me?~ Pietro felt very remorseful. He didn't know why vengeance was so important at that time. "I'm really sorry I've did that. Now I feel so bad..." Pietro said. "Vell, you can alvays aplogise you know."
With that, Pietro had an idea flickered into his brain. He thanked Kurt for helping him cope with it, and for his advice not to let Lance and Logan know about it, before he left. Pietro had remembered the teacher expecting a graded poetry assignment by tomorrow, and it could be of any topic. He was sure of what to write now.
However, on the other hand, Kitty locked herself in her room. She thought maybe by expressing her sadness in that graded poetry assignment of her, which would be handed in the next day, could free her from her depression. She wouldn't want to talk about it, so how 'bout write about it.
* * *
Next day, during Honours English...
"I've read through all your poetry assignments and I've picked out two among them that gave me the best impression." The teacher took the first two pieces of paper from the stack and started reading the top-most one.
* * *
*Warped and Twisted*
Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
My eyes are open, my hands are fisted,
And deep inside I'm warped & twisted.
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many whens and too many whys.
Some people's special, some are just gifted;
I'm just me, warped & twisted.
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent scream.
Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped and twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted,
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, and hollow,
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted,
I'm still here, warped and twisted.
* * *
"Don't you all agree it's a masterpiece? And for your information, it was written by Miss Pryde. She has done an excellent job. I gave her an A+." the students applauded as Kitty sat stiffly upright from her seat. There were a few whispers here and there, and the occasional sniffing sounds heard from some of the girls. Indeed, the poem was truly touching; it stirred an atmosphere of innermost grievance and self-pity.
"All right now, we have a tide with another poem, it's entitled Forgive Me," the teacher paced around the classroom slowly, she once again read out the literary piece.
* * *
*Forgive Me*
My mouth opened a slight ajar,
I wanted to tell you, but you seemed too far.
The words did not spill, my heart getting frail,
But no matter what I do, I couldn't deal.
I must admit I've made a mistake,
So foolish it was and the price I paid.
I wasn't sensitive; my heart didn't melt,
I'm sorry I've neglected what you felt.
Now that memory back in a -shadow-,
The guiltiness in me had started to grow.
I gazed at the moon, mesmerized like that,
It sort of resembles the eye of a -cat-.
I want you to know that I feel so sorry,
My heart in remorse, please Forgive Me.
* * *
The teacher stopped at Pietro's seat by the time the poem had ended. "You have impressed me once again Mr Maximoff. Tell me something, why in the poem did you bold the words "shadow" and "cat"?"
"Well, let's just say it has a sentimental meaning to it..." Pietro converted his gaze to Kitty who by now was knotting her fingers in bafflement.
* * *
School has just ended, and Kitty was putting back some books into her locker...
"Did you like it? Pryde, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, please..." the figure beside her uttered out the words to her, too abruptly in fact. Kitty couldn't absorb its impact, it was hard to just forgive him all so suddenly. She pushed him aside then ran out of the school.
All Kitty had wanted was to go home and rest. Then, as she was about to cross the road, unaware of a speeding van, she felt an arm around her waist, gripping her firmly. "I know you're depressed, I'm seriously sorry, k? But you don't have to commit suicide!" came a voice with a tone of anxiety and apprehension mingled in it.
"Huh?" Kitty was confused. Yet at that second or two, she felt a gust of strong wind blowing against her bangs as a van zoomed past horning at her. She looked up, only to see concern in a pair of grayish blue eyes. Then higher a little was that familiar white hair. ~He saved me? No, I won't fall for that~, Kitty thought.
"I know you hate me, Maximoff, and you don't have to act kind-hearted. But guess what... I HATE you too." Kitty freed herself from his grasp around her waist. She was about to leave when someone caught her elbow and pulled her back. That same person then hugged her in his arms.
"Kitty, please..." the tender voice blew gently into her ears. Kitty was already in tears. Then a thought just came into her mind: ~Was that the first time he'd said my name?~ The freshman dropped her book in surprise. "Ouch! My foot!" Pietro loosened his grip entirely off her. Kitty bent down to pick up her book. "Sorry..." she said with a sweet smile. At that moment, Pietro stopped groaning.
"Does that mean you forgive me?" he asked. And a nod was his reply.
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To be continued...