Baby blues
By Todd fan
Disclaimer: "Dance, dance, dance. Eiiiiiiiiieeee".
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Chapter 4 - A not-so pretty Kitty.
"Ouch", muttered Kitty, pulling herself from what used to be a wardrobe.
Tabby laughed happily and sent out another boom-ball, Kitty phased as it passed harmlessly thorugh her, exploding by the wall seconds later.
"Awwwwwwwww", said Tabby, pouting, upset that her game had been ruined.
"Yeah, awwwwww", said Kitty, scooping Tabby up, "you are, like, one nasty little firecracker. Lets get you into that playpen".
She started to head towards the door, but was cut off by a streak of sliver. The streak stopped for a second to reveal Pietro.
"Neh neh neh neh neh!", he taunted, sticking out his tounge, "you can't catch me!".
"You're probably right", said Kitty with a shrug, "oh well".
With that she walked away. Pietro stopped and blinked, surprised Kitty wasn't going to play the game his way. Kitty smiled inwardly to herself. Thank God for reverse physcology. Pietro narrowed his eyes and ran over to Kitty, stopping in front of her.
"Chase me!", he demanded.
"No!", said Kitty firmly, stuggling with a wriggling Tabitha.
"YES!", shouted Pietro.
"NO!", shouted Kitty equally loud.
Pietro stood stock still for a second. He then took a deep breath, and held it. He crossed his arms and sat on the floor, still refusing to breathe out. Kitty blinked, he was starting to turn an unhealthy blue colour.
"Okay Pietro, you can, like, start breathing now", she said, getting slightly paniced.
Pietro shook his head violently and scrunched his face up. Kitty gasped and picked him up, balancing Tabby under her arm. She gave Pietro a gentle shake.
"Breathe!", she shouted.
Pietro shook his head again...great, now he was turning purple. Kitty was at a point of despair. It REALLY wouldn't look good if she killed one of her charges. Especially Magneto's son. She then had a brainwave. She put Pietro down and started to tickle him. Pietro's eyes bulged out, trying his hardest to keep the air in, to no avail. He burst out in laughter, frailing his arms at Kitty.
"No fair!", he said between chortles, "that's cheating!".
"Hey, you snooze you lose, little guy", said Kitty, heading downstairs. She put both Tabby and Pietro in the playpen, noting that Bobby was already in, curled up and sound asleep.
"Nap-nap time?", asked Tabby, looking at Bobby.
"Yes", said Kitty exhausted, "nap-nap time".
"Okay", said Tabby, curling up next to Bobby and going to sleep.
"No nap-nap for me!", said Pietro.
He then started to race around and around the playpen, running up the side of it. He resembled one of those bikers who rode 'the cage of death'. Kitty sighed and left him to it. Maybe he would tire himself out...maybe. She headed into the kitchen to see Freddy sitting by the fridge, happily eating a plate of muffins...HER muffins.
"Wow", said Kitty in surprise, "remind me to make you my offical taste tester if we get you back to normal. I think Kurt could use the break".
Fred looked up at her, blinked, then carried on gorging on the muffins. He made a satisfied belch and smiled.
"Yummy", he said.
"Glad someone thinks so", said Kitty, "Scott's been using them as door- wedges. He thinks i don't know, but i do!..and now i'm..talking to a baby".
She sighed and picked up Fred, struggling a little under his weight.
"Okay, you, like, seriously need to lose a few pounds Blob", she said.
She shuffled her way into the common room and deposited Fred in the playpen. It was then she noticed something drastically wrong. There were only three babies in the pen, including the recently brought in Freddy. Tabby and Bobby were still sound asleep...Pietro had gone....but where?.
"Hey you little Speed-freak!", she heard the shout of Jamie from upstairs.
"That would be where", she said to herself, making her way to the sound of the screaming.
"Uh oh", said Kitty, running off, "this is NOT good".
There you go, some good 'ol fashioned Kitty torture. Get ready for poor Jamie next time!. PLease review, until next time...
By Todd fan
Disclaimer: "Dance, dance, dance. Eiiiiiiiiieeee".
Lets all sing praise to the great and wonderous people who review this bizare piece of....work.
Chapter 4 - A not-so pretty Kitty.
"Ouch", muttered Kitty, pulling herself from what used to be a wardrobe.
Tabby laughed happily and sent out another boom-ball, Kitty phased as it passed harmlessly thorugh her, exploding by the wall seconds later.
"Awwwwwwwww", said Tabby, pouting, upset that her game had been ruined.
"Yeah, awwwwww", said Kitty, scooping Tabby up, "you are, like, one nasty little firecracker. Lets get you into that playpen".
She started to head towards the door, but was cut off by a streak of sliver. The streak stopped for a second to reveal Pietro.
"Neh neh neh neh neh!", he taunted, sticking out his tounge, "you can't catch me!".
"You're probably right", said Kitty with a shrug, "oh well".
With that she walked away. Pietro stopped and blinked, surprised Kitty wasn't going to play the game his way. Kitty smiled inwardly to herself. Thank God for reverse physcology. Pietro narrowed his eyes and ran over to Kitty, stopping in front of her.
"Chase me!", he demanded.
"No!", said Kitty firmly, stuggling with a wriggling Tabitha.
"YES!", shouted Pietro.
"NO!", shouted Kitty equally loud.
Pietro stood stock still for a second. He then took a deep breath, and held it. He crossed his arms and sat on the floor, still refusing to breathe out. Kitty blinked, he was starting to turn an unhealthy blue colour.
"Okay Pietro, you can, like, start breathing now", she said, getting slightly paniced.
Pietro shook his head violently and scrunched his face up. Kitty gasped and picked him up, balancing Tabby under her arm. She gave Pietro a gentle shake.
"Breathe!", she shouted.
Pietro shook his head again...great, now he was turning purple. Kitty was at a point of despair. It REALLY wouldn't look good if she killed one of her charges. Especially Magneto's son. She then had a brainwave. She put Pietro down and started to tickle him. Pietro's eyes bulged out, trying his hardest to keep the air in, to no avail. He burst out in laughter, frailing his arms at Kitty.
"No fair!", he said between chortles, "that's cheating!".
"Hey, you snooze you lose, little guy", said Kitty, heading downstairs. She put both Tabby and Pietro in the playpen, noting that Bobby was already in, curled up and sound asleep.
"Nap-nap time?", asked Tabby, looking at Bobby.
"Yes", said Kitty exhausted, "nap-nap time".
"Okay", said Tabby, curling up next to Bobby and going to sleep.
"No nap-nap for me!", said Pietro.
He then started to race around and around the playpen, running up the side of it. He resembled one of those bikers who rode 'the cage of death'. Kitty sighed and left him to it. Maybe he would tire himself out...maybe. She headed into the kitchen to see Freddy sitting by the fridge, happily eating a plate of muffins...HER muffins.
"Wow", said Kitty in surprise, "remind me to make you my offical taste tester if we get you back to normal. I think Kurt could use the break".
Fred looked up at her, blinked, then carried on gorging on the muffins. He made a satisfied belch and smiled.
"Yummy", he said.
"Glad someone thinks so", said Kitty, "Scott's been using them as door- wedges. He thinks i don't know, but i do!..and now i'm..talking to a baby".
She sighed and picked up Fred, struggling a little under his weight.
"Okay, you, like, seriously need to lose a few pounds Blob", she said.
She shuffled her way into the common room and deposited Fred in the playpen. It was then she noticed something drastically wrong. There were only three babies in the pen, including the recently brought in Freddy. Tabby and Bobby were still sound asleep...Pietro had gone....but where?.
"Hey you little Speed-freak!", she heard the shout of Jamie from upstairs.
"That would be where", she said to herself, making her way to the sound of the screaming.
"Uh oh", said Kitty, running off, "this is NOT good".
There you go, some good 'ol fashioned Kitty torture. Get ready for poor Jamie next time!. PLease review, until next time...