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 3
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'It's like, completely surreal. I keep thinking I'm back home snuggling up to my little stuffed dragon, Lockheed. But when I open my eyes... I'm hugging my backpack and I don't know where I am. I'm in a room with someone I barely know and my life, quite possibly, is in danger. Surreal... like my outlook. If the institute has taught me anything, it's to handle situations like this without going totally insane.'
Kitty rubbed her eyes and yawned, surveying the room in the low-lit morning breakthrough. She glanced over to the other occupied cot, across the way from her. 'My gawd, I must look terrible!' She pulled a brush from her bag, straightening out her untamed bed-head hair. She tilted her head, watching her partner rest. 'I wonder what's the deal with him? He doesn't seem like the type to join up with this kind of gig. Of course, he may hate all humans or something totally illogical. Not my place to judge... not my place to understand. Just follow the gameplan and get home.' She paused, 'Oh... crap! The X-Men! They were expecting me to show up, and then the train kinda derailed! I've got to be listed as some missing person by now!' Her mind raced with situations. Would she have to fight her friends? Would she be thought of as a betrayer, or even regarded as an enemy for doing something that could possibly land her into deep trouble should someone find out it's her?
"Hey! Wake up!" She scrambled over to Piotr's side. "Get up now!" She shook him.
Piotr was startled by the sudden awakening. He grabbed her hand to stop her from shaking him, "What is it?"
Kitty pulled back, annoyed, "I've got a problem, here."
He let out a sigh, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, "What is your problem, little one? I thought we had already cleared up your concerns..."
"No! Back up. I already know the mission. That's not what I'm worried about. I just... like... realized that the X-Men may come looking for me. They and my parents knew I was supposed to be on that train. If they can't find me, I think it'll complicate things further." She expressed. "It's not like I want to make this harder for anyone. It could just, y'know, become a problem for us. I mean, they could be out there at the wreckage trying to find me as we speak."
Piotr let out an exasperated sigh, "What if I told you everything has been taken care of?"
"What did you do to my friends!?"
"Nyet, I'm asking you if you'd feel better if you think we had taken care of it."
"Well... uh... no sweat off my back. It's your mission. I'm the one who was blackmailed into this thing. Remember that. I'll stick with my promise, because I gave my word. However, if my friends get involved, you know exactly who I side with." She idly threatened.
He nodded, "It's not hard to realize where your loyalties lie. Please understand that this was the only way I could think to do this."
"To kidnap me?" Kitty bluntly stated.
"It is not so cut and dry. You are not kidnapped."
"I know, Piotr. I'm just saying..." She seemed frustrated, "Nevermind. The more I think about it, the more I'll drive myself to a panic attack. Time to get ready, I guess."
Kitty moved away from Piotr's cot back to her own, going through her small packed bag of personal items. She unpacked a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. She gathered her chosen wardrobe and left to change in the bathroom.
***
"No, Mrs. Pryde. We haven't heard anything from Kitty since she had called last night. I realize how upset you are. We'll try everything in our power to find her, too. Yes. I'll keep you updated. Please let us know if you hear anything as well. Goodbye." Professor Xavier placed the receiver of the phone down, ending his call. "What a peculiar situation."
"What is it, Charles?" Ororo asked, "That didn't sound very good."
"It seems that Kitty's parents are getting a divorce. She had left abruptly and decided to take the train back here. That's the same train that was on the news earlier, and she's nowhere to be found. I may have to use cerebro to pinpoint where she's gone to, her parents are very concerned. It could be anything as harmless as her running away or even something far worse."
Ororo crossed her arms, "It would seem very out of nature for Kitty to run away from both of her families."
"I'm inclined to agree. However, considering the nature of her powers, Kitty does have the ability to just disappear if she so desired. From what I gathered from the telephone conversation with her Mother, she wasn't in a proper state of mind. Whether she had ran away or she's been comprimised, we owe it to them to find out as soon as possible."
***
The water drained from the tub as Kitty finished dressing. She tucked her shirt into her pants, then carefully pulled her hair back - braiding it carefully and tying the end off. "I wonder if I'll need a mask, or somethin'. I so don't need to get the institute or myself into trouble." She kneeled down to tighten the laces on her boots. Kitty observed herself in the mirror, 'I look like I raided Rogue's wardrobe. I just wanted to dress warmly for my trip. Who knew espionage was an option?' She nodded once more, approving of her appearance and headed back out into the hall. Suddenly, a loud telepathic shout entered her mind.
Kitty! Are you all right? Where are you?
She paused, leaning against the wall as she recoiled from the brief mental invasion, Professor? I'm fine. Look, don't worry.
But Kitty, we have to---
NO! I'll tell you later. I'm ending this now. Don't look for me.
***
"Dammit! She broke the connection." Professor Xavier grumbled.
"Can't you just re-contact her, then?" Ororo asked politely.
"I don't believe she wants to be contacted. If I force the telepathic link, especially to someone who isn't willing, the recoil can be painful for her. I'd rather not push the issue. I do know her position isn't not far off from the train wreck."
"Then we should contact the team to -- " Ororo had be cut off.
"No. She asked me not to look for her. She also had said not to worry. I have a feeling something deeper is happening here, but I'll respect her wishes for the moment."
"Are you sure that's a wise decision? She may be in danger."
"That very well may be true. However, if anything, we've taught our students how to take care of themselves. It's about time to face the reality that they just might know what they're doing without our help."
"I hope you're right, Charles."
***
Kitty grumbled, rubbing her temples carefully from her position along the wall. 'That was a lot harder than I thought it'd be.' She vocalized a little bit of a whine.
"Katya, are you okay?" Piotr stood in the hallway watching her.
"Actually, couldn't be better." She straightened out her stance and smiled, "So, are we going to do this or what?"
Piotr smiled, "Da. My motorcycle is ready." He handed over a helmet to the girl. "Our destination is only a ninety miles from where we are now."
"Okay." She pulls on her helmet. "Let's move."
***
'So, like, why am I doing this? This Piotr guy also totally doesn't seem like the type to be mixed up in it, but here we are. I just hope I'm not a disappointment and everything goes well. I really really hope the Professor doesn't send anyone. After sleeping, I really feel bad about taking off like I did. I hope my parents aren't mad at me.'
The journey. A long hum on the motorcycle made the silence seem not as awkward. Kitty hugged herself carefully to the man, to make sure she wouldn't fall. She closed her eyes, imagining how this may look to others. 'I hope the plans they gave me were accurate. I don't want to walk into this thing blind. I also hope this big guy doesn't slow me down. Yeah, like I'm Miss Jane Bond herself... so out of my league.' She spaced out a bit before finally the motorcycle stopped at a barbed wire fence.
"We're here?"
"So we are." Piotr removed his helmet.
Kitty took in the surroundings. Is this REALLY it? It looked like a small air hanger in the middle of nowhere. A few miscelanious vehicles and no guards. "This is supicious. Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?" She shaded her eyes from the high noon sunlight. Piotr moved his motorcycle to an obscured placing. "This doesn't look right, Peter."
"I wish I could agree with you. This is it." He hands her a small bag, "Gloves and a mask you requested."
She opened the bag, pulling on the gloves first and then the mask. "Ooh, ski mask. I'm so styling now."
"You didn't wish to be seen, right?" He asked, "I don't think fashion matters at this point."
"But fashion ALWAYS matters." She smiled, "It's great. Thanks. I really don't need my Dad to get a call from the police about me stealing important stuffies. Fingerprints, y'know. I'm not exactly a mastermind criminal type."
"You judge us harshly." He looked annoyed. "Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."
"Listen, Piotr," She accented heavily on his name, "Sure, I'm a mutant, like you. But that's where the similarities end. The Professor would never have done something like this just to get a few measely files."
"How do you know what your Professor would or wouldn't do?"
"Well, back there? I know for sure that's something he wouldn't have done." Kitty scoffed. "And this is a criminal activity, no matter how many angles you look at it."
"If you only understood the big picture, little one." He returned her tone, "It is not always black and white."
"Tell me something I don't know." She held out her hand, "Take my hand. We have to get into this place, right? I hope I remember everything. Don't transform 'til I say so though, kay?"
Piotr nodded mutely, taking her hand. It was a strange sensation for him, to move through fences and walls. He followed her lead to the side of the building, and then she phased them both inside and through the floor.
***
The complex was strangely empty. This wasn't nearly as hard as it was made out to be. The technology was up to date, but the overall abandoned impression that the halls gave off not only bothered young Kitty Pryde, but it also confused her senses. 'Am I supposed to be on alert? What am I fighting for, here? I feel like an actor in a bad high school drama.'
"So, what's my motivation?" She voiced out loud as she sat down at a computer terminal. She fumbled through the drawers, finding a blank disk and placed it into the machine.
"Eh?" Piotr asked curiously. He now had transformed to his techno-organic steel self. He stood near the only doorway in case of an ambush.
"Nothing, nevermind." She poked around the system. Kitty, on the outside, gave off appearances opposite of what she could do. It's her life story. She familiarized herself with the inner workings then began to hack into what she was directed to get. Batches of files from an organization. This organization. 'What's it all about? Medical files... cancer research... oh wait, hello... mutant studies.' She began to download them onto the disk, continuing to idly browse through other related topics. '... mutant technology clearly defined through genetics... alien technology brought in... assimilates to a techno organic level... boy who can understand any language...?' "Whoa!" She pulled the disk from the machine. "They're holding people here!"
"Among other things. Are you done? We must hurry." He fidgeted nervously at the doorway.
"Yah, it's done. But... like... I know this name! Douglas Ramsey, he's in a few classes of mine at school. What's he got to do with this?"
"I do not know, but we have to leave now."
"But Peter.."
"NOW!" He growled. "We have to go. You agreed on a quick job. It is done. We have to move out now."
She was about to protest, but stopped. "Right, just one minute, I forgot to cover my tracks." Kitty slipped another disk into the computer, quickly grabbing the information she skimmed. 'Not over yet, not at all.' She tucked the second disk away, then stepped back and phased a hand through the computer - sending the system to malfunction and crash. It was a simple in and out job. The lack of anything regarding security not only made Kitty wonder what they needed her for, but why Magneto and his group couldn't handle it themselves. Phasing in and about, they finally made it back to where they entered. Kitty leaned against the wall, "Gawd, that was tough."
"What's wrong?" He asked, a bit of concern over over the girl flashed over him.
"I just... like... I think I maxed out my power a bit." A loud noise echoed from around the corner, "Oh no. I've got a bad feeling about this. Toldja it was too easy."
Piotr grabbed her arm, "We must go. Grab onto me." She nodded, grabbing onto him to ride piggyback. The armored mutant ran across the long field as a few guards turned the corner and began to shoot at them. Kitty phased, allowing the bullets to pass through them harmlessly.
They make it through the fence area. Kitty slid off his back and held her head, uneasy from the fast movement and over-exaustion of her powers. Piotr quickly readied the bike. Kitty leaned against him, "I don' feel so good." as her eyes closed.
"Katya? Katya! Bozhemoi! You're bleeding! Katya, wake up! Katya!"
***
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 3
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'It's like, completely surreal. I keep thinking I'm back home snuggling up to my little stuffed dragon, Lockheed. But when I open my eyes... I'm hugging my backpack and I don't know where I am. I'm in a room with someone I barely know and my life, quite possibly, is in danger. Surreal... like my outlook. If the institute has taught me anything, it's to handle situations like this without going totally insane.'
Kitty rubbed her eyes and yawned, surveying the room in the low-lit morning breakthrough. She glanced over to the other occupied cot, across the way from her. 'My gawd, I must look terrible!' She pulled a brush from her bag, straightening out her untamed bed-head hair. She tilted her head, watching her partner rest. 'I wonder what's the deal with him? He doesn't seem like the type to join up with this kind of gig. Of course, he may hate all humans or something totally illogical. Not my place to judge... not my place to understand. Just follow the gameplan and get home.' She paused, 'Oh... crap! The X-Men! They were expecting me to show up, and then the train kinda derailed! I've got to be listed as some missing person by now!' Her mind raced with situations. Would she have to fight her friends? Would she be thought of as a betrayer, or even regarded as an enemy for doing something that could possibly land her into deep trouble should someone find out it's her?
"Hey! Wake up!" She scrambled over to Piotr's side. "Get up now!" She shook him.
Piotr was startled by the sudden awakening. He grabbed her hand to stop her from shaking him, "What is it?"
Kitty pulled back, annoyed, "I've got a problem, here."
He let out a sigh, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, "What is your problem, little one? I thought we had already cleared up your concerns..."
"No! Back up. I already know the mission. That's not what I'm worried about. I just... like... realized that the X-Men may come looking for me. They and my parents knew I was supposed to be on that train. If they can't find me, I think it'll complicate things further." She expressed. "It's not like I want to make this harder for anyone. It could just, y'know, become a problem for us. I mean, they could be out there at the wreckage trying to find me as we speak."
Piotr let out an exasperated sigh, "What if I told you everything has been taken care of?"
"What did you do to my friends!?"
"Nyet, I'm asking you if you'd feel better if you think we had taken care of it."
"Well... uh... no sweat off my back. It's your mission. I'm the one who was blackmailed into this thing. Remember that. I'll stick with my promise, because I gave my word. However, if my friends get involved, you know exactly who I side with." She idly threatened.
He nodded, "It's not hard to realize where your loyalties lie. Please understand that this was the only way I could think to do this."
"To kidnap me?" Kitty bluntly stated.
"It is not so cut and dry. You are not kidnapped."
"I know, Piotr. I'm just saying..." She seemed frustrated, "Nevermind. The more I think about it, the more I'll drive myself to a panic attack. Time to get ready, I guess."
Kitty moved away from Piotr's cot back to her own, going through her small packed bag of personal items. She unpacked a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. She gathered her chosen wardrobe and left to change in the bathroom.
***
"No, Mrs. Pryde. We haven't heard anything from Kitty since she had called last night. I realize how upset you are. We'll try everything in our power to find her, too. Yes. I'll keep you updated. Please let us know if you hear anything as well. Goodbye." Professor Xavier placed the receiver of the phone down, ending his call. "What a peculiar situation."
"What is it, Charles?" Ororo asked, "That didn't sound very good."
"It seems that Kitty's parents are getting a divorce. She had left abruptly and decided to take the train back here. That's the same train that was on the news earlier, and she's nowhere to be found. I may have to use cerebro to pinpoint where she's gone to, her parents are very concerned. It could be anything as harmless as her running away or even something far worse."
Ororo crossed her arms, "It would seem very out of nature for Kitty to run away from both of her families."
"I'm inclined to agree. However, considering the nature of her powers, Kitty does have the ability to just disappear if she so desired. From what I gathered from the telephone conversation with her Mother, she wasn't in a proper state of mind. Whether she had ran away or she's been comprimised, we owe it to them to find out as soon as possible."
***
The water drained from the tub as Kitty finished dressing. She tucked her shirt into her pants, then carefully pulled her hair back - braiding it carefully and tying the end off. "I wonder if I'll need a mask, or somethin'. I so don't need to get the institute or myself into trouble." She kneeled down to tighten the laces on her boots. Kitty observed herself in the mirror, 'I look like I raided Rogue's wardrobe. I just wanted to dress warmly for my trip. Who knew espionage was an option?' She nodded once more, approving of her appearance and headed back out into the hall. Suddenly, a loud telepathic shout entered her mind.
Kitty! Are you all right? Where are you?
She paused, leaning against the wall as she recoiled from the brief mental invasion, Professor? I'm fine. Look, don't worry.
But Kitty, we have to---
NO! I'll tell you later. I'm ending this now. Don't look for me.
***
"Dammit! She broke the connection." Professor Xavier grumbled.
"Can't you just re-contact her, then?" Ororo asked politely.
"I don't believe she wants to be contacted. If I force the telepathic link, especially to someone who isn't willing, the recoil can be painful for her. I'd rather not push the issue. I do know her position isn't not far off from the train wreck."
"Then we should contact the team to -- " Ororo had be cut off.
"No. She asked me not to look for her. She also had said not to worry. I have a feeling something deeper is happening here, but I'll respect her wishes for the moment."
"Are you sure that's a wise decision? She may be in danger."
"That very well may be true. However, if anything, we've taught our students how to take care of themselves. It's about time to face the reality that they just might know what they're doing without our help."
"I hope you're right, Charles."
***
Kitty grumbled, rubbing her temples carefully from her position along the wall. 'That was a lot harder than I thought it'd be.' She vocalized a little bit of a whine.
"Katya, are you okay?" Piotr stood in the hallway watching her.
"Actually, couldn't be better." She straightened out her stance and smiled, "So, are we going to do this or what?"
Piotr smiled, "Da. My motorcycle is ready." He handed over a helmet to the girl. "Our destination is only a ninety miles from where we are now."
"Okay." She pulls on her helmet. "Let's move."
***
'So, like, why am I doing this? This Piotr guy also totally doesn't seem like the type to be mixed up in it, but here we are. I just hope I'm not a disappointment and everything goes well. I really really hope the Professor doesn't send anyone. After sleeping, I really feel bad about taking off like I did. I hope my parents aren't mad at me.'
The journey. A long hum on the motorcycle made the silence seem not as awkward. Kitty hugged herself carefully to the man, to make sure she wouldn't fall. She closed her eyes, imagining how this may look to others. 'I hope the plans they gave me were accurate. I don't want to walk into this thing blind. I also hope this big guy doesn't slow me down. Yeah, like I'm Miss Jane Bond herself... so out of my league.' She spaced out a bit before finally the motorcycle stopped at a barbed wire fence.
"We're here?"
"So we are." Piotr removed his helmet.
Kitty took in the surroundings. Is this REALLY it? It looked like a small air hanger in the middle of nowhere. A few miscelanious vehicles and no guards. "This is supicious. Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?" She shaded her eyes from the high noon sunlight. Piotr moved his motorcycle to an obscured placing. "This doesn't look right, Peter."
"I wish I could agree with you. This is it." He hands her a small bag, "Gloves and a mask you requested."
She opened the bag, pulling on the gloves first and then the mask. "Ooh, ski mask. I'm so styling now."
"You didn't wish to be seen, right?" He asked, "I don't think fashion matters at this point."
"But fashion ALWAYS matters." She smiled, "It's great. Thanks. I really don't need my Dad to get a call from the police about me stealing important stuffies. Fingerprints, y'know. I'm not exactly a mastermind criminal type."
"You judge us harshly." He looked annoyed. "Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."
"Listen, Piotr," She accented heavily on his name, "Sure, I'm a mutant, like you. But that's where the similarities end. The Professor would never have done something like this just to get a few measely files."
"How do you know what your Professor would or wouldn't do?"
"Well, back there? I know for sure that's something he wouldn't have done." Kitty scoffed. "And this is a criminal activity, no matter how many angles you look at it."
"If you only understood the big picture, little one." He returned her tone, "It is not always black and white."
"Tell me something I don't know." She held out her hand, "Take my hand. We have to get into this place, right? I hope I remember everything. Don't transform 'til I say so though, kay?"
Piotr nodded mutely, taking her hand. It was a strange sensation for him, to move through fences and walls. He followed her lead to the side of the building, and then she phased them both inside and through the floor.
***
The complex was strangely empty. This wasn't nearly as hard as it was made out to be. The technology was up to date, but the overall abandoned impression that the halls gave off not only bothered young Kitty Pryde, but it also confused her senses. 'Am I supposed to be on alert? What am I fighting for, here? I feel like an actor in a bad high school drama.'
"So, what's my motivation?" She voiced out loud as she sat down at a computer terminal. She fumbled through the drawers, finding a blank disk and placed it into the machine.
"Eh?" Piotr asked curiously. He now had transformed to his techno-organic steel self. He stood near the only doorway in case of an ambush.
"Nothing, nevermind." She poked around the system. Kitty, on the outside, gave off appearances opposite of what she could do. It's her life story. She familiarized herself with the inner workings then began to hack into what she was directed to get. Batches of files from an organization. This organization. 'What's it all about? Medical files... cancer research... oh wait, hello... mutant studies.' She began to download them onto the disk, continuing to idly browse through other related topics. '... mutant technology clearly defined through genetics... alien technology brought in... assimilates to a techno organic level... boy who can understand any language...?' "Whoa!" She pulled the disk from the machine. "They're holding people here!"
"Among other things. Are you done? We must hurry." He fidgeted nervously at the doorway.
"Yah, it's done. But... like... I know this name! Douglas Ramsey, he's in a few classes of mine at school. What's he got to do with this?"
"I do not know, but we have to leave now."
"But Peter.."
"NOW!" He growled. "We have to go. You agreed on a quick job. It is done. We have to move out now."
She was about to protest, but stopped. "Right, just one minute, I forgot to cover my tracks." Kitty slipped another disk into the computer, quickly grabbing the information she skimmed. 'Not over yet, not at all.' She tucked the second disk away, then stepped back and phased a hand through the computer - sending the system to malfunction and crash. It was a simple in and out job. The lack of anything regarding security not only made Kitty wonder what they needed her for, but why Magneto and his group couldn't handle it themselves. Phasing in and about, they finally made it back to where they entered. Kitty leaned against the wall, "Gawd, that was tough."
"What's wrong?" He asked, a bit of concern over over the girl flashed over him.
"I just... like... I think I maxed out my power a bit." A loud noise echoed from around the corner, "Oh no. I've got a bad feeling about this. Toldja it was too easy."
Piotr grabbed her arm, "We must go. Grab onto me." She nodded, grabbing onto him to ride piggyback. The armored mutant ran across the long field as a few guards turned the corner and began to shoot at them. Kitty phased, allowing the bullets to pass through them harmlessly.
They make it through the fence area. Kitty slid off his back and held her head, uneasy from the fast movement and over-exaustion of her powers. Piotr quickly readied the bike. Kitty leaned against him, "I don' feel so good." as her eyes closed.
"Katya? Katya! Bozhemoi! You're bleeding! Katya, wake up! Katya!"
***