Snow in April: A Wedding Story
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG- PG-13 Depending if there be language
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men characters and Bayville places Evo focuses on in its show. Everything else belongs to me.
Author's Notes: There's a little note on my bio for you all to see - updates on my site, fanfiction contest, etc. Click on my pen name to see more! This is a short chapter - but you'd understand if you read it. Sorry :( no responses this chapter since I'm rushing today [band practice] Busy Busy Busy...
Chapter Thirteen: Revelation
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February 19, 2003 12:39 a.m. in my shared bed
It has been a long night. I'm tired, frustrated. My eyes are dry; they are sore with insolence and defiant tears. It no longer lingers within me - I must exhort this abhorrent situation I am entangled with.
-Ritzy is Mystique-.
How in all this time, this situation, how could I be so - blind-? How could I not see in the first place?? She was best friend, the one I -trusted-. Now I have -no one-.
The night was cold; snowy. I called John earlier, and when there was no response, left a message that if he had a chance, to come by Holly's Drive and watch some movies with Ritzy and me. It was that call I didn't regret.
The night was.. one not to remember.
Ritzy (or should I say Mystique?) came by and picked me up so we could go see the Flicks. We talked about school, how Ms. Fielton's class was so hard, detention with Kelly. Like old times. After purchasing the tickets and popcorn, we sat down and that was when everything started.
"Rogue," she said, the room growing dark. "I-I have a few confessions to make."
"Really?" I was hoping she'd not continue (they were playing Gangs of New York), but she did anyway.
"Um, first, how's Kurt?" I didn't know why she cared - she barely seen or talked to him. But of course I knew -nothing- then.
"Fine. Why do you ask?"
"Because... Rogue, I shouldn't go on, should I?"
"I don't see why you shouldn't, but I don't care if you do. Just speak." I was growing impatient; didn't see the significance in her small speech. Ritzy put her head down; ate popcorn.
"I gave Lance that letter." I stopped watching; diverted my gaze to her purple hair.
"What?!" I asked loudly. Some people shushed me, but I didn't care. Hissing, I put my popcorn in my lap and continued my interruption. "How could---why---"
"I couldn't bear to see Lance oblivious to everything!"
"Why--? Do you like Lance? Tell me, Ritzy!" I demanded.
"I don't! I swear, I have not one feel for him! It was just...so unfair!"
"Unfair?! You could've killed people, and knowing Lance...he can't control his temper!!" I stood up; people threw popcorn and shouted.
"You can't help people like you do with Peter -- if he can't face Kitty, then he shouldn't face her at all!"
"He's trying his best..."
"Why do you stick up for him? Kitty already has Lance..."
"Why are you making this a big deal, Ritzy?"
"You wanted to know...!"
"I said I didn't care if you went on... I never knew it was about THIS!!" I got hit by an empty bucket of popcorn, but could've cared less. "Ritzy... you are a..."
"Look, Rogue! I don't need to hear your insolence... I'm out of here!" And with that she started stomping out of the theater. I followed, obviously fuming. How could she have the heart to do something like that - put Peter on the line and Kitty's and Lance's relationship to a devouring, sickening twist?! It didn't make sense.
"Ritzy!" I called after her. She turned, her eyes blazing violently. Locking her arms, she gave me a hard glance. "Don't you dare walk away from me! I'm not finished talking to you!"
"Why should you be? I mean, after all I've tried to do..."
I didn't understand. "What?"
"I'm trying to show you who I really am...what I'm fully capable of being..."
Suddenly, she took hold of the door handle, gave it a crooked twist - loosening it from her grasp, and threw it at me.
"What are you doing?!" I cried, dodging the handle. Seeing people fill the concession stand, I quickly ran out after Ritzy into the pouring snow, which filtered from the sky like confetti. I didn't understand - but I wasn't gonna give up without knowing. Taking a sharp turn around the building, I ran into her. She didn't fall though, and I noticed her eyes turn brilliant gold - when they were supposed to be blue.
"Who --are you?" it was a scary moment, seeking such in a dire time. She looked suddenly scared, giving me her hand.
"This isn't the time to know..."
"Now is always the right time," I reasoned. She looked at me, sadly.
"Let me leave. I don't want to hurt you..."
"Why would you?" I asked. Suddenly, someone came from behind, and took hold of Ritzy. I stared at this start.
It was John, and he wouldn't let go of her.
"John?" I asked, backing away. He shook his head, hard.
"Rogue... she's not..." Ritzy then twisted out of his grasp and kicked him hard. He fell and she continued to kick him. I tried to take hold of her arm, but she resisted and pushed me away.
"I told you to let me leave!" she screamed, her voice changed. I was scared; didn't know what to do.
"Who are you?" I asked again. Ritzy advanced towards me, her face distorted in wild dejection. Without knowing, Ritzy was knocked down by John who had come back to finish her. I screamed; disbelieving. Rushing to kill John, I suddenly saw Ritzy transform into ---Mystique. Standing there like a fool, I turned to John is dismay.
There was nothing left to do except leave.
He put his arms around me and started to walk with me out of Holly's Drive, leaving Mystique to be found by the crowd inside.
"How did you know she wasn't, well, Ritzy?" I asked, shielding my face from the falling snow. John kept his arms around me and scuffled his feet against the cold sidewalk.
"She was dropping all the hints in da world, love. You didn't hear?" He told me about coming in after the movie started and took a seat behind us. I guess I didn't notice him the whole time I was screaming at Ritzy.
"I didn't understand," I clarified, taking his hand. We walked the rest of the way in silence until finally we reached the Institute's door. Climbing up the steps, I turned back to John, wondering.
"Why are you always there for me?" He looked at me, eyebrows raised. Then he let go of my hand and smiled.
"I'm really not sure." My eyes followed him out and I finally entered, my clothes damp. Passing Scott's room, I noticed the light was still on and knocked lightly on the door. When no response came the second I waited, I turned on my heel to walk to my room. Not fast enough, for the door was opened and out popped Remy's head, his eyes following me with contempt.
"Out late, Cherie, eh. How was it?" I turned to him, hands on hips.
"Wished for better, that much is true," I responded.
"Better than me non drinkin' t'day?" he asked, doubting. I smiled sadly.
"Sorry, non." And continued to walk to my room.
"Aren't you gonna tell me what is den?" I turned back to him, shrugging.
"Let me go to sleep, Rems. I'm tired." Then walked away. It was all so sad, I rushing away and then slamming the door. Kitty jumped and yapped like a small dog for making her wake up. I then buried myself in my sheets and cried and cried and cried.
It was all so sad, to say the least.
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By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG- PG-13 Depending if there be language
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men characters and Bayville places Evo focuses on in its show. Everything else belongs to me.
Author's Notes: There's a little note on my bio for you all to see - updates on my site, fanfiction contest, etc. Click on my pen name to see more! This is a short chapter - but you'd understand if you read it. Sorry :( no responses this chapter since I'm rushing today [band practice] Busy Busy Busy...
Chapter Thirteen: Revelation
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
February 19, 2003 12:39 a.m. in my shared bed
It has been a long night. I'm tired, frustrated. My eyes are dry; they are sore with insolence and defiant tears. It no longer lingers within me - I must exhort this abhorrent situation I am entangled with.
-Ritzy is Mystique-.
How in all this time, this situation, how could I be so - blind-? How could I not see in the first place?? She was best friend, the one I -trusted-. Now I have -no one-.
The night was cold; snowy. I called John earlier, and when there was no response, left a message that if he had a chance, to come by Holly's Drive and watch some movies with Ritzy and me. It was that call I didn't regret.
The night was.. one not to remember.
Ritzy (or should I say Mystique?) came by and picked me up so we could go see the Flicks. We talked about school, how Ms. Fielton's class was so hard, detention with Kelly. Like old times. After purchasing the tickets and popcorn, we sat down and that was when everything started.
"Rogue," she said, the room growing dark. "I-I have a few confessions to make."
"Really?" I was hoping she'd not continue (they were playing Gangs of New York), but she did anyway.
"Um, first, how's Kurt?" I didn't know why she cared - she barely seen or talked to him. But of course I knew -nothing- then.
"Fine. Why do you ask?"
"Because... Rogue, I shouldn't go on, should I?"
"I don't see why you shouldn't, but I don't care if you do. Just speak." I was growing impatient; didn't see the significance in her small speech. Ritzy put her head down; ate popcorn.
"I gave Lance that letter." I stopped watching; diverted my gaze to her purple hair.
"What?!" I asked loudly. Some people shushed me, but I didn't care. Hissing, I put my popcorn in my lap and continued my interruption. "How could---why---"
"I couldn't bear to see Lance oblivious to everything!"
"Why--? Do you like Lance? Tell me, Ritzy!" I demanded.
"I don't! I swear, I have not one feel for him! It was just...so unfair!"
"Unfair?! You could've killed people, and knowing Lance...he can't control his temper!!" I stood up; people threw popcorn and shouted.
"You can't help people like you do with Peter -- if he can't face Kitty, then he shouldn't face her at all!"
"He's trying his best..."
"Why do you stick up for him? Kitty already has Lance..."
"Why are you making this a big deal, Ritzy?"
"You wanted to know...!"
"I said I didn't care if you went on... I never knew it was about THIS!!" I got hit by an empty bucket of popcorn, but could've cared less. "Ritzy... you are a..."
"Look, Rogue! I don't need to hear your insolence... I'm out of here!" And with that she started stomping out of the theater. I followed, obviously fuming. How could she have the heart to do something like that - put Peter on the line and Kitty's and Lance's relationship to a devouring, sickening twist?! It didn't make sense.
"Ritzy!" I called after her. She turned, her eyes blazing violently. Locking her arms, she gave me a hard glance. "Don't you dare walk away from me! I'm not finished talking to you!"
"Why should you be? I mean, after all I've tried to do..."
I didn't understand. "What?"
"I'm trying to show you who I really am...what I'm fully capable of being..."
Suddenly, she took hold of the door handle, gave it a crooked twist - loosening it from her grasp, and threw it at me.
"What are you doing?!" I cried, dodging the handle. Seeing people fill the concession stand, I quickly ran out after Ritzy into the pouring snow, which filtered from the sky like confetti. I didn't understand - but I wasn't gonna give up without knowing. Taking a sharp turn around the building, I ran into her. She didn't fall though, and I noticed her eyes turn brilliant gold - when they were supposed to be blue.
"Who --are you?" it was a scary moment, seeking such in a dire time. She looked suddenly scared, giving me her hand.
"This isn't the time to know..."
"Now is always the right time," I reasoned. She looked at me, sadly.
"Let me leave. I don't want to hurt you..."
"Why would you?" I asked. Suddenly, someone came from behind, and took hold of Ritzy. I stared at this start.
It was John, and he wouldn't let go of her.
"John?" I asked, backing away. He shook his head, hard.
"Rogue... she's not..." Ritzy then twisted out of his grasp and kicked him hard. He fell and she continued to kick him. I tried to take hold of her arm, but she resisted and pushed me away.
"I told you to let me leave!" she screamed, her voice changed. I was scared; didn't know what to do.
"Who are you?" I asked again. Ritzy advanced towards me, her face distorted in wild dejection. Without knowing, Ritzy was knocked down by John who had come back to finish her. I screamed; disbelieving. Rushing to kill John, I suddenly saw Ritzy transform into ---Mystique. Standing there like a fool, I turned to John is dismay.
There was nothing left to do except leave.
He put his arms around me and started to walk with me out of Holly's Drive, leaving Mystique to be found by the crowd inside.
"How did you know she wasn't, well, Ritzy?" I asked, shielding my face from the falling snow. John kept his arms around me and scuffled his feet against the cold sidewalk.
"She was dropping all the hints in da world, love. You didn't hear?" He told me about coming in after the movie started and took a seat behind us. I guess I didn't notice him the whole time I was screaming at Ritzy.
"I didn't understand," I clarified, taking his hand. We walked the rest of the way in silence until finally we reached the Institute's door. Climbing up the steps, I turned back to John, wondering.
"Why are you always there for me?" He looked at me, eyebrows raised. Then he let go of my hand and smiled.
"I'm really not sure." My eyes followed him out and I finally entered, my clothes damp. Passing Scott's room, I noticed the light was still on and knocked lightly on the door. When no response came the second I waited, I turned on my heel to walk to my room. Not fast enough, for the door was opened and out popped Remy's head, his eyes following me with contempt.
"Out late, Cherie, eh. How was it?" I turned to him, hands on hips.
"Wished for better, that much is true," I responded.
"Better than me non drinkin' t'day?" he asked, doubting. I smiled sadly.
"Sorry, non." And continued to walk to my room.
"Aren't you gonna tell me what is den?" I turned back to him, shrugging.
"Let me go to sleep, Rems. I'm tired." Then walked away. It was all so sad, I rushing away and then slamming the door. Kitty jumped and yapped like a small dog for making her wake up. I then buried myself in my sheets and cried and cried and cried.
It was all so sad, to say the least.
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