Disclaimer; Same as the last. Ket-mine, X Men- Whoever created them.
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Kurt returned from the lower levels of the school looking for the mysterious girl. He saw her outside and crept up behind her.
She didn't move nor acknowledge him in anyway until she spoke. "Hey Nightcrawler, if you wanna say something come sit down. If you don't teleport back inside." He came and sat by her, startled that she knew he was there. Ket looked at him for a moment, then returned her gaze to the stars. It was late, almost midnight, a time when most of the mutants were asleep. Kurt was usually up at night, it being his favorite time.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Ket." The teen replied. What was with these people wanting to know her whole life history? She expected him to press for an answer, but he fell silent. She looked at him. "You've been here long?" she asked. Kurt shook his head.
"Only a couple of months. You shouldn't be smoking." He said, seeing her take a long drag of a lit cigarette.
"Your not my father, and I'm not smoking inside." Ket blew out smoke away from Kurt's face, she didn't see any point in driving him away. He wasn't too nosy, she liked that.
Kurt stared at the stranger sitting next to him. He could tell she was different then the front she put up. Trying not to blow cigarette fumes at him proved that. He wondered where she came from, but didn't press the issue.
"What? Something wrong with my face?" She asked irritably, looking back at him.
"Do you dye your hair?" he asked. Ket thought about giving him a smart reply, she often gave those to people who asked about her hair, which happened allot. But she didn't.
"No, it grows this way." She said sincerely, thinking he wouldn't believe her. No one else ever did. But he nodded, as if he believed her. Strange, she thought. He didn't seem to judge her the way other people did. That was uncommon, except with psychics. They knew exactly what you would do if you had any sense in planning it, one reason she didn't like them. She took another drag from her cigarette, then looked back at the stars.
"Are you religious?" Ket asked. Kurt nodded.
"Are you?" He asked. Ket shrugged.
"I have a guiding star, but I don't know if that counts as a religion." Kurt looked at her expectantly, so she continued, feeling a little foolish. "My star is not apart of any constellation, my mom picked it out for me the day I was born. It's right up there, near Orion's head, to the left." Kurt nodded. "It looks red, but it's actually a blue star. Not that old really, though it's big."
"What is it's name?" Kurt asked. He had heard of people having stars, but had never known one of them.
"Its name is Mythandier, so that's my name to." Ket replied. "Though I usually go by Ket. I don't use that name anymore, most people laugh at that name."
"Oh," Kurt said. He looked at Ket's star, not sure what to say. Ket felt foolish herself, she had never told anyone outside her family about her star, except Hannah. Ket finished her cigarette and pushed Hannah out of her mind.
"I came from Nashua, New Hampshire." Ket said, then she stood up and went inside, not sure why she had said that. She had spent three years trying to forget her past, why was she talking about it to a stranger? She went down a hall, not knowing where she was going, and half wishing she could get lost and starve in this mansion.
She walked past a living room where a young boy sat on a couch, watching TV. 'Telekinetic', she thought, and went on. She ended up in a large kitchen, which reminded her of how hungry she was. She opened the giant refrigerator and found an apple, and she turned around to sit at the table in the room. Instead she ran into Scott, who had been standing right behind her.
"Er, sorry." Ket mumbled, shutting the fridge door she held up the apple. "Do ya mind?" Scott smiled.
"Of course not. I'm glad to see you have some healthy habits." Ket sat at the table, and Scott sat across from her.
"You saw me smoking. Big whoop." Ket said, taking a bite of apple. "You gonna kick me out?"
"I smelled the smoke, and I know Kurt doesn't smoke." Scott replied. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen and a half." Ket replied, not taking her eyes off her apple. "Too young for allot of things I do if I can." Scott laughed softly. "So is the healie ok? And the LFT?"
"The what and the who?" Scott asked. Ket rolled her eyes.
"The guy who can regenerate himself and the girl that was with him. Rogue and Logan, unless I got the names wrong." Ket said.
"Oh, Yes, they are both fine. Rogue wasn't hurt, just scared. Logan will be fine by tomorrow morning. Unfortunately." He added under his breath. Ket laughed.
"You don't like him?" She asked. Scott looked at her.
"We never got along, then he broke my bike. No, we don't."
"Bike?"
"My motorcycle."
"What's wrong with it?"
Scott sighed. "Logan screwed up the back lights. They won't come on anymore and he was last to use it." Ket thought for a moment, then laughed. "What?" Scott asked.
"Nothing." Scott looked at her through his sunglasses. Professor Xavier was right, she was more civil then he had thought.
"You need a place to sleep?" he asked. "I think there's an extra bed in Rogue's room."
"I think I'll watch the tube with the kid in the other room, if that's not against school policy." Ket laughed. "Though I don't go to school here."
"You could." Scott said. "It's free, and we always have room for people." Ket shrugged and threw out the remaining part of her apple, then walked back to the room with the kid in it. She sat down and the kid looked at her.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" The kid nodded. Ket sighed. "I'm Ket." Again the kid nodded, but instead of answering he just turned back to the TV.
In the kitchen Scott sat, thinking about the strange girl. Just when she seemed ready to talk about anything she ran, as if she was afraid to get to know anyone. Kurt came in and sat next to Scott.
"I'm thinking," he said, "That there is something wrong with Ket." Scott nodded.
"I think your right. She's hiding something."
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OK, I know I haven't been much of a talker. I hope you don't mind cliffies, if you do, sorry. I'll try to get number 4 up soon. Hope you like it, if you don't quit reading. Ah HA HA HA! Sorry.
I hope I get some reviews, or I may not keep posting chapters. Come on people! I need some feedback! Oh yeah, if I get a name or something wrong e-mail me and don't gloat. I'm not an expert on this, just an author. ******************************************
Kurt returned from the lower levels of the school looking for the mysterious girl. He saw her outside and crept up behind her.
She didn't move nor acknowledge him in anyway until she spoke. "Hey Nightcrawler, if you wanna say something come sit down. If you don't teleport back inside." He came and sat by her, startled that she knew he was there. Ket looked at him for a moment, then returned her gaze to the stars. It was late, almost midnight, a time when most of the mutants were asleep. Kurt was usually up at night, it being his favorite time.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Ket." The teen replied. What was with these people wanting to know her whole life history? She expected him to press for an answer, but he fell silent. She looked at him. "You've been here long?" she asked. Kurt shook his head.
"Only a couple of months. You shouldn't be smoking." He said, seeing her take a long drag of a lit cigarette.
"Your not my father, and I'm not smoking inside." Ket blew out smoke away from Kurt's face, she didn't see any point in driving him away. He wasn't too nosy, she liked that.
Kurt stared at the stranger sitting next to him. He could tell she was different then the front she put up. Trying not to blow cigarette fumes at him proved that. He wondered where she came from, but didn't press the issue.
"What? Something wrong with my face?" She asked irritably, looking back at him.
"Do you dye your hair?" he asked. Ket thought about giving him a smart reply, she often gave those to people who asked about her hair, which happened allot. But she didn't.
"No, it grows this way." She said sincerely, thinking he wouldn't believe her. No one else ever did. But he nodded, as if he believed her. Strange, she thought. He didn't seem to judge her the way other people did. That was uncommon, except with psychics. They knew exactly what you would do if you had any sense in planning it, one reason she didn't like them. She took another drag from her cigarette, then looked back at the stars.
"Are you religious?" Ket asked. Kurt nodded.
"Are you?" He asked. Ket shrugged.
"I have a guiding star, but I don't know if that counts as a religion." Kurt looked at her expectantly, so she continued, feeling a little foolish. "My star is not apart of any constellation, my mom picked it out for me the day I was born. It's right up there, near Orion's head, to the left." Kurt nodded. "It looks red, but it's actually a blue star. Not that old really, though it's big."
"What is it's name?" Kurt asked. He had heard of people having stars, but had never known one of them.
"Its name is Mythandier, so that's my name to." Ket replied. "Though I usually go by Ket. I don't use that name anymore, most people laugh at that name."
"Oh," Kurt said. He looked at Ket's star, not sure what to say. Ket felt foolish herself, she had never told anyone outside her family about her star, except Hannah. Ket finished her cigarette and pushed Hannah out of her mind.
"I came from Nashua, New Hampshire." Ket said, then she stood up and went inside, not sure why she had said that. She had spent three years trying to forget her past, why was she talking about it to a stranger? She went down a hall, not knowing where she was going, and half wishing she could get lost and starve in this mansion.
She walked past a living room where a young boy sat on a couch, watching TV. 'Telekinetic', she thought, and went on. She ended up in a large kitchen, which reminded her of how hungry she was. She opened the giant refrigerator and found an apple, and she turned around to sit at the table in the room. Instead she ran into Scott, who had been standing right behind her.
"Er, sorry." Ket mumbled, shutting the fridge door she held up the apple. "Do ya mind?" Scott smiled.
"Of course not. I'm glad to see you have some healthy habits." Ket sat at the table, and Scott sat across from her.
"You saw me smoking. Big whoop." Ket said, taking a bite of apple. "You gonna kick me out?"
"I smelled the smoke, and I know Kurt doesn't smoke." Scott replied. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen and a half." Ket replied, not taking her eyes off her apple. "Too young for allot of things I do if I can." Scott laughed softly. "So is the healie ok? And the LFT?"
"The what and the who?" Scott asked. Ket rolled her eyes.
"The guy who can regenerate himself and the girl that was with him. Rogue and Logan, unless I got the names wrong." Ket said.
"Oh, Yes, they are both fine. Rogue wasn't hurt, just scared. Logan will be fine by tomorrow morning. Unfortunately." He added under his breath. Ket laughed.
"You don't like him?" She asked. Scott looked at her.
"We never got along, then he broke my bike. No, we don't."
"Bike?"
"My motorcycle."
"What's wrong with it?"
Scott sighed. "Logan screwed up the back lights. They won't come on anymore and he was last to use it." Ket thought for a moment, then laughed. "What?" Scott asked.
"Nothing." Scott looked at her through his sunglasses. Professor Xavier was right, she was more civil then he had thought.
"You need a place to sleep?" he asked. "I think there's an extra bed in Rogue's room."
"I think I'll watch the tube with the kid in the other room, if that's not against school policy." Ket laughed. "Though I don't go to school here."
"You could." Scott said. "It's free, and we always have room for people." Ket shrugged and threw out the remaining part of her apple, then walked back to the room with the kid in it. She sat down and the kid looked at her.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" The kid nodded. Ket sighed. "I'm Ket." Again the kid nodded, but instead of answering he just turned back to the TV.
In the kitchen Scott sat, thinking about the strange girl. Just when she seemed ready to talk about anything she ran, as if she was afraid to get to know anyone. Kurt came in and sat next to Scott.
"I'm thinking," he said, "That there is something wrong with Ket." Scott nodded.
"I think your right. She's hiding something."
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OK, I know I haven't been much of a talker. I hope you don't mind cliffies, if you do, sorry. I'll try to get number 4 up soon. Hope you like it, if you don't quit reading. Ah HA HA HA! Sorry.