X-Men Evolution is a trademarked product from Marvel, all the characters are owned by Marvel and not me. This is a work of fiction based off of said series. I make no money off this, yadda yadda yah. This is my first X-Men Evolution, or even X-Men related fic I've written. Be gentle.
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 2
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'So where was I? Oh yeah... so I left the Institute a few days ago to fly back to Chicago to stay with my family. My cousin was getting married. It was, y'know, supposed to be a much needed break from school and even the whole faux super-hero persona I've got going on. That was up until the night before I left. My Mom told me that she and my Dad were getting divorced. So there I was, on the plane, thinking about how it must be my fault. Like... if I was there, couldn't I have done something to make it better? It totally wouldn't have came down to this if I still lived at home with them. How could they do this? How dare they do this to me! Why is it I wanna cry if they say it's for the best?'
== The Wedding ===
"Stop fussing with your dress, dear. You look fine." An older woman spoke.
"Mom, it does not look FINE." Kitty adjusted the garment while viewing herself in the mirror. "It looks bad. I swear Teresa had to pick the worst color for her theme. I don't think I can wear this thing another minute without gagging."
"Don't be rude! It's was an honor to be part of the bridal party." Kitty's mother helped straighten out the outfit. "You can change for the reception, but for now we have to take pictures."
"Right, sure, whatever." Kitty made a face. 'How can she act like everything is fine? Thank God the ceremony is over with, at least. I'm going to let Rogue set fire to this atrocity when I get back, and I'm going to provide the lighter fluid...'
"Kitty, come on!" Her mother snapped her out of her outfit-on-fire dream world.
"Yes'm."
***
The reception was held at a fancy hotel. Kitty took a break to shed the bridesmaid dress to slip into something a bit more comfortable for the party. Black jeans and a button up red top. She let her hair stay down as it was styled for the event, but refused to wear the dress ever again.
Inside the banquet hall were tables set up for friends and family members. Kitty sat with her parents, eating what little she could gather that would fit within her diet and downing a glass of ceremonial champagne in the process.
'Ooogh. I'm not old enough for this. One cup and I'm already buzzed. I'm such a wuss.' She grumbled to herself. Her attentions turned toward her parents who sat at the same table. No communication there, just polite silence.
"... so why do you have to do this to me?" Kitty spoke out loud.
"What is that, Kitty dear?" Her father tilted his head at his daughter.
"This..." She shrugs, struggling for the words, "You n' Mom." Kitty found herself overwhelmed with sadness and anger. "How could you!" Her voice raised in the room filled with friends and family. A few harsh glances from others were focused on them. Kitty's mother grabbed her wrist, pulling her up from the table. Instinctively, Kitty phased backwards - unnoticable to the rest of the family but escaping her Mothers grip. She sneered, "I can walk myself, y'know."
"Let's talk about this outside. Carmen, you too." Kitty's mother moved to the outside hallway, away from the prying ears of other family members. Kitty and Carmen joined her. "I can't believe you, young lady. Are you trying to make this day a disaster for your cousin?"
"No! I--!" Kitty interrupted.
"You weren't thinking! We're trying our best to put on our best faces, why can't you behave yourself for a few hours?" She chastized.
"How am I supposed to act?! Happy? I'm so sorry that I'm not your perfect little daughter to display and be perfect for all your perfect family members! And I'm sorry that you ruined my perfect little life! I'm so sorry that, like, for once, I just can't be happy when I'm really not. Not at all." She teetered between rage and outright crying.
Carmen stepped forward to hug his daughter. Kitty phased through his arms. "... Kitty, I.."
"Tell them I got sick. I'm going to catch a cab home to pack. I'm going back to school. This just makes everything worse for me to actually be here. Why couldn't you tell me after it all? Why couldn't you let me be happy for a few more days before you totally messed up my life?" Kitty cried. She turned dramatically around and ran for the exit without turning back. 'Gotta get out of here', is all she could think. She kept running until her stamina gave out. The cold Chicago night air cut into her lungs, face stung ever so slightly because of her wet tears. Kitty took a seat on a bench, pulling her knees up to her face to curl up. 'Great job, Pryde. Just fantastic.'
***
Chicago at night. Kitty Pryde found herself at home, packing a few items that she had brought and then some. 'I just don't want to be here when they get back.' She thought to herself. 'I don't think I can handle it. I fight major super-villians who want to take over the world, and I can't even face my parents because they don't wanna be together anymore. How pathetic am I?' She wrote out a note, explaining that she's taking the next train out and then called the institute to make sure someone was there to pick her up when she arrived. 'No use sticking around.'
The clerk at the station seemed suspicious of the young girl. "I'm just going back to school." she kept insisting. Eventually he let her buy the ticket and board. All things considered, things couldn't go any worse. Or, so she thought.
***
'By the time I decided not to go, the train had already started to leave. I guess I got a little emotional about the whole thing. It's really not fair to them. I just wanted them to know how much it hurt me, so I hurt them by goin'.'
The train was smooth along it's course. Then suddenly, it shook once. Then twice, stirring Kitty Pryde from her exaustion induced slumber. She sat up, looking out the window, but it was still pitch black. The train shuddered a third time. She zipped up her hooded sweatshirt and pulled her backpack on before sticking her head into the hall. "What's going on?" she asked an employee.
"...t-t-this isn't a time to panic! Just stay in your cabin!" He ushered her back.
Kitty grumbled, "Something's going on here and I can't do anything. Story of my life, it seems." A 'thump' like noise is heard outside her door, then the door slides casually open.
"You've got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes.
A man, somewhere in his late teens - or perhaps early twenties stood at the doorframe. He wore a dark brown coat and had eyes that seemed to cut into your soul, tiniest hint of red. "C'mon now, petit. What were you expectin', a Spanish Inquisition?" Spoke the cajun embellished accent.
Kitty took a defensive stance, "I've had a really lousy day. I'm so not in the mood for this."
Gambit smirked, then raised a hand, "Ease up, chere. Gambit isn't here for a fight."
"Then what do you want! I give you one minute to explain yourself before I kick your head into the wall, got it?" She narrowed her eyes, remembering her training.
"I see you like to play rough. Gambit knows when to pick a fight and when to come in peace." He closes the door. "Simply said, we need you."
"We? Who's we?" She blinked, "And why! That's a good question, too." Kitty cursed herself for her scattered brained approach. The nights events seemed to pile up and still seemed to appear to get worse. She was smarter than this, and she knew it.
"Me and my men, of course. Or jus' one. 'Ve got a lil' mission for you."
"Or what? Why would I want to do some mission for you! I'm not one of you."
"I don' expect you ta understan' the circumstance. Jus know that it's da right thing ta do."
"From who's perspective? Magneto's? You know I don't believe in his ways." Kitty snapped.
Gambit cleared his throat, "It's an easy in n' out job. Your powers make it so dat movin' into the complex you won't be so easy to catch. You get those files, everybody happy."
"What happens if I say no?" She questioned him.
"Oh well, in dat case, this train won't be in such good shape when we're done." He smirked.
She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."
"Dis one, and any one who comes along ta help." He raises a walkie talkie, "Doesn't look like the chere is willing to help. Let's party, boys."
Kitty's eyes widened, "No!" she yelped before the train rocked back and forth, tossing her into the cushioned seat of her cabin. The train screeched loudly and started to buckle. Kitty winced, "Fine! Just don't hurt anyone else! I'll do it!" She leapt up and grabbed Gambit's jacket, shaking him, "I swear to you, if anyone was hurt I will so make you rue the day you crossed paths with Katherine Pryde."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way, petit." He offered her a notebook. "Now go through the window, and down to that farmhouse. You'll meet up with my buddy Colossus. He'll be your partner for dis trip. Oh, and you should change into something a lot less conspicuous... don' wanna have the police after you or non' o'that. Good luck."
She let out an annoyed growl, much like her teacher Logan. She snatched the book and phased through the window, using her power and momentuum to land onto the ground with ease. She then pushed herself to a subtle sprint toward her destination.
Gambit watched as she went, lifting the walkie talkie to his mouth. "It worked."
***
Kitty ran as fast as her body could allow. The train wreckage behind her, and with the exception of a bright moon and the light at that house in the distance, she couldn't see much beyond a foot in front of her. She stumbled into low bushes, scratching up her skin and bruising her knees. Finally the distance was closed, only to look back as police and medical care arrived to the train scene. 'I hope I did the right thing. Dammit, I hate second guessing myself.' She approached the house carefully.
"Hellooooo..." She voiced, looking around. Her eyes caught a glint of silver in the moonlight as the man known as Colossus stepped out to be visible.
"I am here. Thank you for coming."
"It's not like I had that much of a choice." She grumbled, disgusted at the whole situation. "I'm totally not here to make friends, let's just get this done and over with. I've already had a really bad week and all I want to do is go back to some place that actually gives a damn about me."
"You... seem troubled."
"Seem isn't the word I'd use." She snapped.
"... I apologize... Katherine, is it? You are upset. I can understand. Sometimes people do things they don't want to do, but in the end it's usually for a greater good." He transforms back to human flesh, "You are hurt. Let's step inside and get you cleaned up. Tomorrow will be a long day. I'm Piotr."
She nodded in acknowledgement, "Katherine, Kat, Kitty, Kate, Miss Kitty Fantastico...whatever. Peter, huh? Never would have guessed." Kitty looked down at her arms, "I guess I did fall a few times. But it's really dark out there! I so could have used a flashlight or somethin'."
"I'll be sure to let Gambit know of his mistake. C'mon, little one. Let's go inside." He gestured to the door.
Kitty shrugged, "No turning back now." She followed the tall Russian fellow into the house. It was small, only a few cots set up for comfort along with a bathroom and small kitchen.
Piotr headed toward the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. "You should change into something without sleeves, it'll make this a lot easier, Katya."
She raised an eyebrow at the nickname, then took off her overshirt revealing a tank top. Kitty relaxed on a chair, "This should do?" She asked.
"Da, that is fine." He opened the kit and carefully cleaned up the cuts along her arms and face. Kitty winced at the larger wounds, but took it in stride. "I.. apologize for the extreme measures we had to take to get you to agree to do this. I am not proud of what has been done."
"Well, 'Piotr', I'm not proud of anything I've done in the last twenty four hours. I'd just like to get this over with as soon as possible. Right?"
Piotr's face noticibly fell, "Da. You're absolutely right." He packed up the kit. "You should be fine. Please sleep over there - we'll head out first thing in the morning."
"Okay." She pulled her hooded shirt back on, settling down into the cot as the lights are lowed. "Oh... and Piotr. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
***
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 2
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'So where was I? Oh yeah... so I left the Institute a few days ago to fly back to Chicago to stay with my family. My cousin was getting married. It was, y'know, supposed to be a much needed break from school and even the whole faux super-hero persona I've got going on. That was up until the night before I left. My Mom told me that she and my Dad were getting divorced. So there I was, on the plane, thinking about how it must be my fault. Like... if I was there, couldn't I have done something to make it better? It totally wouldn't have came down to this if I still lived at home with them. How could they do this? How dare they do this to me! Why is it I wanna cry if they say it's for the best?'
== The Wedding ===
"Stop fussing with your dress, dear. You look fine." An older woman spoke.
"Mom, it does not look FINE." Kitty adjusted the garment while viewing herself in the mirror. "It looks bad. I swear Teresa had to pick the worst color for her theme. I don't think I can wear this thing another minute without gagging."
"Don't be rude! It's was an honor to be part of the bridal party." Kitty's mother helped straighten out the outfit. "You can change for the reception, but for now we have to take pictures."
"Right, sure, whatever." Kitty made a face. 'How can she act like everything is fine? Thank God the ceremony is over with, at least. I'm going to let Rogue set fire to this atrocity when I get back, and I'm going to provide the lighter fluid...'
"Kitty, come on!" Her mother snapped her out of her outfit-on-fire dream world.
"Yes'm."
***
The reception was held at a fancy hotel. Kitty took a break to shed the bridesmaid dress to slip into something a bit more comfortable for the party. Black jeans and a button up red top. She let her hair stay down as it was styled for the event, but refused to wear the dress ever again.
Inside the banquet hall were tables set up for friends and family members. Kitty sat with her parents, eating what little she could gather that would fit within her diet and downing a glass of ceremonial champagne in the process.
'Ooogh. I'm not old enough for this. One cup and I'm already buzzed. I'm such a wuss.' She grumbled to herself. Her attentions turned toward her parents who sat at the same table. No communication there, just polite silence.
"... so why do you have to do this to me?" Kitty spoke out loud.
"What is that, Kitty dear?" Her father tilted his head at his daughter.
"This..." She shrugs, struggling for the words, "You n' Mom." Kitty found herself overwhelmed with sadness and anger. "How could you!" Her voice raised in the room filled with friends and family. A few harsh glances from others were focused on them. Kitty's mother grabbed her wrist, pulling her up from the table. Instinctively, Kitty phased backwards - unnoticable to the rest of the family but escaping her Mothers grip. She sneered, "I can walk myself, y'know."
"Let's talk about this outside. Carmen, you too." Kitty's mother moved to the outside hallway, away from the prying ears of other family members. Kitty and Carmen joined her. "I can't believe you, young lady. Are you trying to make this day a disaster for your cousin?"
"No! I--!" Kitty interrupted.
"You weren't thinking! We're trying our best to put on our best faces, why can't you behave yourself for a few hours?" She chastized.
"How am I supposed to act?! Happy? I'm so sorry that I'm not your perfect little daughter to display and be perfect for all your perfect family members! And I'm sorry that you ruined my perfect little life! I'm so sorry that, like, for once, I just can't be happy when I'm really not. Not at all." She teetered between rage and outright crying.
Carmen stepped forward to hug his daughter. Kitty phased through his arms. "... Kitty, I.."
"Tell them I got sick. I'm going to catch a cab home to pack. I'm going back to school. This just makes everything worse for me to actually be here. Why couldn't you tell me after it all? Why couldn't you let me be happy for a few more days before you totally messed up my life?" Kitty cried. She turned dramatically around and ran for the exit without turning back. 'Gotta get out of here', is all she could think. She kept running until her stamina gave out. The cold Chicago night air cut into her lungs, face stung ever so slightly because of her wet tears. Kitty took a seat on a bench, pulling her knees up to her face to curl up. 'Great job, Pryde. Just fantastic.'
***
Chicago at night. Kitty Pryde found herself at home, packing a few items that she had brought and then some. 'I just don't want to be here when they get back.' She thought to herself. 'I don't think I can handle it. I fight major super-villians who want to take over the world, and I can't even face my parents because they don't wanna be together anymore. How pathetic am I?' She wrote out a note, explaining that she's taking the next train out and then called the institute to make sure someone was there to pick her up when she arrived. 'No use sticking around.'
The clerk at the station seemed suspicious of the young girl. "I'm just going back to school." she kept insisting. Eventually he let her buy the ticket and board. All things considered, things couldn't go any worse. Or, so she thought.
***
'By the time I decided not to go, the train had already started to leave. I guess I got a little emotional about the whole thing. It's really not fair to them. I just wanted them to know how much it hurt me, so I hurt them by goin'.'
The train was smooth along it's course. Then suddenly, it shook once. Then twice, stirring Kitty Pryde from her exaustion induced slumber. She sat up, looking out the window, but it was still pitch black. The train shuddered a third time. She zipped up her hooded sweatshirt and pulled her backpack on before sticking her head into the hall. "What's going on?" she asked an employee.
"...t-t-this isn't a time to panic! Just stay in your cabin!" He ushered her back.
Kitty grumbled, "Something's going on here and I can't do anything. Story of my life, it seems." A 'thump' like noise is heard outside her door, then the door slides casually open.
"You've got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes.
A man, somewhere in his late teens - or perhaps early twenties stood at the doorframe. He wore a dark brown coat and had eyes that seemed to cut into your soul, tiniest hint of red. "C'mon now, petit. What were you expectin', a Spanish Inquisition?" Spoke the cajun embellished accent.
Kitty took a defensive stance, "I've had a really lousy day. I'm so not in the mood for this."
Gambit smirked, then raised a hand, "Ease up, chere. Gambit isn't here for a fight."
"Then what do you want! I give you one minute to explain yourself before I kick your head into the wall, got it?" She narrowed her eyes, remembering her training.
"I see you like to play rough. Gambit knows when to pick a fight and when to come in peace." He closes the door. "Simply said, we need you."
"We? Who's we?" She blinked, "And why! That's a good question, too." Kitty cursed herself for her scattered brained approach. The nights events seemed to pile up and still seemed to appear to get worse. She was smarter than this, and she knew it.
"Me and my men, of course. Or jus' one. 'Ve got a lil' mission for you."
"Or what? Why would I want to do some mission for you! I'm not one of you."
"I don' expect you ta understan' the circumstance. Jus know that it's da right thing ta do."
"From who's perspective? Magneto's? You know I don't believe in his ways." Kitty snapped.
Gambit cleared his throat, "It's an easy in n' out job. Your powers make it so dat movin' into the complex you won't be so easy to catch. You get those files, everybody happy."
"What happens if I say no?" She questioned him.
"Oh well, in dat case, this train won't be in such good shape when we're done." He smirked.
She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."
"Dis one, and any one who comes along ta help." He raises a walkie talkie, "Doesn't look like the chere is willing to help. Let's party, boys."
Kitty's eyes widened, "No!" she yelped before the train rocked back and forth, tossing her into the cushioned seat of her cabin. The train screeched loudly and started to buckle. Kitty winced, "Fine! Just don't hurt anyone else! I'll do it!" She leapt up and grabbed Gambit's jacket, shaking him, "I swear to you, if anyone was hurt I will so make you rue the day you crossed paths with Katherine Pryde."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way, petit." He offered her a notebook. "Now go through the window, and down to that farmhouse. You'll meet up with my buddy Colossus. He'll be your partner for dis trip. Oh, and you should change into something a lot less conspicuous... don' wanna have the police after you or non' o'that. Good luck."
She let out an annoyed growl, much like her teacher Logan. She snatched the book and phased through the window, using her power and momentuum to land onto the ground with ease. She then pushed herself to a subtle sprint toward her destination.
Gambit watched as she went, lifting the walkie talkie to his mouth. "It worked."
***
Kitty ran as fast as her body could allow. The train wreckage behind her, and with the exception of a bright moon and the light at that house in the distance, she couldn't see much beyond a foot in front of her. She stumbled into low bushes, scratching up her skin and bruising her knees. Finally the distance was closed, only to look back as police and medical care arrived to the train scene. 'I hope I did the right thing. Dammit, I hate second guessing myself.' She approached the house carefully.
"Hellooooo..." She voiced, looking around. Her eyes caught a glint of silver in the moonlight as the man known as Colossus stepped out to be visible.
"I am here. Thank you for coming."
"It's not like I had that much of a choice." She grumbled, disgusted at the whole situation. "I'm totally not here to make friends, let's just get this done and over with. I've already had a really bad week and all I want to do is go back to some place that actually gives a damn about me."
"You... seem troubled."
"Seem isn't the word I'd use." She snapped.
"... I apologize... Katherine, is it? You are upset. I can understand. Sometimes people do things they don't want to do, but in the end it's usually for a greater good." He transforms back to human flesh, "You are hurt. Let's step inside and get you cleaned up. Tomorrow will be a long day. I'm Piotr."
She nodded in acknowledgement, "Katherine, Kat, Kitty, Kate, Miss Kitty Fantastico...whatever. Peter, huh? Never would have guessed." Kitty looked down at her arms, "I guess I did fall a few times. But it's really dark out there! I so could have used a flashlight or somethin'."
"I'll be sure to let Gambit know of his mistake. C'mon, little one. Let's go inside." He gestured to the door.
Kitty shrugged, "No turning back now." She followed the tall Russian fellow into the house. It was small, only a few cots set up for comfort along with a bathroom and small kitchen.
Piotr headed toward the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. "You should change into something without sleeves, it'll make this a lot easier, Katya."
She raised an eyebrow at the nickname, then took off her overshirt revealing a tank top. Kitty relaxed on a chair, "This should do?" She asked.
"Da, that is fine." He opened the kit and carefully cleaned up the cuts along her arms and face. Kitty winced at the larger wounds, but took it in stride. "I.. apologize for the extreme measures we had to take to get you to agree to do this. I am not proud of what has been done."
"Well, 'Piotr', I'm not proud of anything I've done in the last twenty four hours. I'd just like to get this over with as soon as possible. Right?"
Piotr's face noticibly fell, "Da. You're absolutely right." He packed up the kit. "You should be fine. Please sleep over there - we'll head out first thing in the morning."
"Okay." She pulled her hooded shirt back on, settling down into the cot as the lights are lowed. "Oh... and Piotr. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
***