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O ya, I don't own X-Men.
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The front doors creaked open loudly. The X-Men that had been on the "crime scene" earlier slumped in, depressed. And scared. But mostly, they were angry. In fact, they were pissed off. Life had been nothing but hell for Kitty Pryde, and now this?
They all went into the lounge, and slumped wearily on various pieces of furniture. Kurt stood, and paced back and forth down the room. No one spoke a word. The girls were afraid of bursting into tears. The boys sat still, except for Kurt. Suddenly, Wolverine jumped up and strode powerfully to his room. Breaking glass could be heard, as well as the slicing of furniture.
Jean spoke suddenly. "What are we going to do?" Everyone looked at her, and Kurt said, "Well, we're going to get her out of there, that's the first thing we're going to do! We can't just leave her there! We all know this was self- defense! It's an open- and- shut case, right Professor?"
The students all looked to Xavier, who seemed to be deep in thought. "First thing that's going to happen, Kurt, is that you're all going to get some sleep. Lord knows you all need it; we'll talk in the morning." The professor said wisely.
"But, Professor!" Protests could be heard. "Please, I need some time to think. Off to bed. Now." He said strictly. The room emptied, except for Kurt, who walked quickly up to the Professor. "Professor-." he began.
"Kurt, the first thing I am going to do is visit Kitty, and see what happened. Now get some sleep."
Kurt nodded, and headed out.
Left alone, the Professor sighed, tented his hands, and said quietly, "What have you gotten yourself into, Kitty?"
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Kitty slumped against the wall of her prison cell. Sobbing, she hugged her knees to her chest. Her dark auburn hair fell into her face.
"What ya do, Chicky?" a middle- aged woman in the cell next to her asked. "Yer awfully young to be in here, ain't ye?"
Kitty looked up mournfully to the woman, and said, "A killed someone."
"Ya, ya." the woman said impatiently. "That's what we're all in here fer. I meant, what's yer story?" she asked.
"I don't feel like talking bout it." Kitty mumbled quietly. The woman looked at her sympathetically, and said, "Ya, alright. I ain't goin nowheres, so when ya feel like talking..." she trailed off.
Kitty mumbled something, and crawled onto her bed. Facing the cold stone wall, she sobbed. She knew she could just phase herself out of here; the walls weren't very thick. But she didn't dare. She deserved to be in here. She had KILLED someone. Taken someone's life.
Kitty thought mournfully about Duncan's mom, finding out about her son. She could see the look on Mrs. Matthews' face. At first, shock. Then disbelief. Then utter sorrow and pain. It was Kitty; Kitty had inflicted that pain. Duncan's parents would never feel the joy of grandchildren. They would have lost something so close to them; it would be as if Kitty had ripped out part of them.
Kitty sobbed harder. She was a monster. She deserved to be put away forever. She didn't deserve anything. She didn't deserve life; she didn't deserve this child-. This child! What would Kitty do with her baby? She would not have this child born in a prison. Surely they would let her give the child to the X-Men? She couldn't think of anything else.
A tidal wave of guilt swept over Kitty. How many lives had she ruined? How much pain had she caused? It was as if she had thrown a rock into a pond. An extremely LARGE rock. The ripples would fan out, but how far would they go?
Kitty wept harder than she ever had. Her soul was tarnished, and she felt as though she didn't deserve to live. But she had to. There was no escape from this. She wouldn't take the coward's way out, suicide. She deserved this pain.
As the tears dried on Kitty's face, she cried herself to sleep.
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It was 3 AM. Logan had finished destroying his room. His face was completely emotionless, but inside a savage fire burned. He felt anger at the world. _She was just a kid!_ Kept echoing through his head. He sighed and went into the TV room. He wearily sat down on a couch, and flipped on the TV.
"In other news, 15 year- old mutant Katherine Pryde was found at a suspected murder scene. Duncan Matthews was an 18 year- old student at Bayville High School. The cause of death seems to be heart failure. No one witnessed the crime, but Agnes Dimsdale overheard the young mutant frantically confessing on her cell phone to an unknown person. Pryde is currently being held at Bayville Maximum Security Prison with no bail."
Logan felt a new surge of rage flow through him. Roaring, he swiftly jumped up and sliced through the television, shorting the circuit. Sparks flew, but Logan just threw on his leather jacket, went outside, and went for a ride on his motorcycle.
Professor Xavier wheeled in, found the TV a mess, and sensed Logan was out riding. His eyes widened when he realized where Logan was heading.
"No, Logan!" He whispered loudly to himself.
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So, how'd ya like it? Huh? HUH? Well, just press that beautiful blue button at the bottom of the screen with thoughts, suggestions, compliments, flames... Actually, forget the last one. Oh, and who can guess where Logan is headed?
O ya, I don't own X-Men.
* * * * *
The front doors creaked open loudly. The X-Men that had been on the "crime scene" earlier slumped in, depressed. And scared. But mostly, they were angry. In fact, they were pissed off. Life had been nothing but hell for Kitty Pryde, and now this?
They all went into the lounge, and slumped wearily on various pieces of furniture. Kurt stood, and paced back and forth down the room. No one spoke a word. The girls were afraid of bursting into tears. The boys sat still, except for Kurt. Suddenly, Wolverine jumped up and strode powerfully to his room. Breaking glass could be heard, as well as the slicing of furniture.
Jean spoke suddenly. "What are we going to do?" Everyone looked at her, and Kurt said, "Well, we're going to get her out of there, that's the first thing we're going to do! We can't just leave her there! We all know this was self- defense! It's an open- and- shut case, right Professor?"
The students all looked to Xavier, who seemed to be deep in thought. "First thing that's going to happen, Kurt, is that you're all going to get some sleep. Lord knows you all need it; we'll talk in the morning." The professor said wisely.
"But, Professor!" Protests could be heard. "Please, I need some time to think. Off to bed. Now." He said strictly. The room emptied, except for Kurt, who walked quickly up to the Professor. "Professor-." he began.
"Kurt, the first thing I am going to do is visit Kitty, and see what happened. Now get some sleep."
Kurt nodded, and headed out.
Left alone, the Professor sighed, tented his hands, and said quietly, "What have you gotten yourself into, Kitty?"
* * * * *
Kitty slumped against the wall of her prison cell. Sobbing, she hugged her knees to her chest. Her dark auburn hair fell into her face.
"What ya do, Chicky?" a middle- aged woman in the cell next to her asked. "Yer awfully young to be in here, ain't ye?"
Kitty looked up mournfully to the woman, and said, "A killed someone."
"Ya, ya." the woman said impatiently. "That's what we're all in here fer. I meant, what's yer story?" she asked.
"I don't feel like talking bout it." Kitty mumbled quietly. The woman looked at her sympathetically, and said, "Ya, alright. I ain't goin nowheres, so when ya feel like talking..." she trailed off.
Kitty mumbled something, and crawled onto her bed. Facing the cold stone wall, she sobbed. She knew she could just phase herself out of here; the walls weren't very thick. But she didn't dare. She deserved to be in here. She had KILLED someone. Taken someone's life.
Kitty thought mournfully about Duncan's mom, finding out about her son. She could see the look on Mrs. Matthews' face. At first, shock. Then disbelief. Then utter sorrow and pain. It was Kitty; Kitty had inflicted that pain. Duncan's parents would never feel the joy of grandchildren. They would have lost something so close to them; it would be as if Kitty had ripped out part of them.
Kitty sobbed harder. She was a monster. She deserved to be put away forever. She didn't deserve anything. She didn't deserve life; she didn't deserve this child-. This child! What would Kitty do with her baby? She would not have this child born in a prison. Surely they would let her give the child to the X-Men? She couldn't think of anything else.
A tidal wave of guilt swept over Kitty. How many lives had she ruined? How much pain had she caused? It was as if she had thrown a rock into a pond. An extremely LARGE rock. The ripples would fan out, but how far would they go?
Kitty wept harder than she ever had. Her soul was tarnished, and she felt as though she didn't deserve to live. But she had to. There was no escape from this. She wouldn't take the coward's way out, suicide. She deserved this pain.
As the tears dried on Kitty's face, she cried herself to sleep.
* * * * *
It was 3 AM. Logan had finished destroying his room. His face was completely emotionless, but inside a savage fire burned. He felt anger at the world. _She was just a kid!_ Kept echoing through his head. He sighed and went into the TV room. He wearily sat down on a couch, and flipped on the TV.
"In other news, 15 year- old mutant Katherine Pryde was found at a suspected murder scene. Duncan Matthews was an 18 year- old student at Bayville High School. The cause of death seems to be heart failure. No one witnessed the crime, but Agnes Dimsdale overheard the young mutant frantically confessing on her cell phone to an unknown person. Pryde is currently being held at Bayville Maximum Security Prison with no bail."
Logan felt a new surge of rage flow through him. Roaring, he swiftly jumped up and sliced through the television, shorting the circuit. Sparks flew, but Logan just threw on his leather jacket, went outside, and went for a ride on his motorcycle.
Professor Xavier wheeled in, found the TV a mess, and sensed Logan was out riding. His eyes widened when he realized where Logan was heading.
"No, Logan!" He whispered loudly to himself.
* * * * *
So, how'd ya like it? Huh? HUH? Well, just press that beautiful blue button at the bottom of the screen with thoughts, suggestions, compliments, flames... Actually, forget the last one. Oh, and who can guess where Logan is headed?