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 4
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'My name is Katherine Pryde. I'm a teenager. I attend Bayville High School and my grades rank up within the top two percent of all my classes (maybe even the whole school). I like to shop, hang out with my friends, you know... usual stuff. I'm also a mutant. Feared and hated pretty much universally. I live at an institute for kids just like me, learning what our place in the world really is. But at this moment, it doesn't seem very important to me. All I can think about is how I'm going to make it through the night alive.'
The room was pitch black. Kitty's eyes flickered open as a sharp pain in her side made her curl up into a ball on the soft bed-like cushion she rested on. A faint cry she let out before trying to straighten up and get gather her wits. 'My side hurts, what happened? Where am I? Oh my gawd! Where's Piotr?'
"Hello? Peter? Somebody?" She growled, 'I can barely move. Some X-Man I am.'
"You took quite a fall." Said a male voice.
"Who's there? Logan? Turn on the lights, I can't see..." Kitty insisted.
"Calm down, Miss." The lights turned on. A man in doctors scrubs approached the bed Kitty occupied. "It seems you were quite a bit out of it. Took you a long while to wake up."
"A while?" She shook her head, "I don't even know where I am. Where is this?"
"Glen Oaks Hospital. What's your name?" The doctor asked politely.
"Glen Oaks... I'm back in Chicago?" She covered her mouth. "Oh my God. My parents are gonna kill me!"
"Miss... someone found you in an alley near the hospital. I think your parents will be happy that your injuries weren't fatal."
"Oh... ooooooooooooh...." She winced, "I'm Katherine Pryde. My parents live in Deerfield. Can I, like, call them and let them know I'm here? I've got to have been missing for days, now."
The doctor frowned, "We can give them a call. Now Miss Pryde, if you were missing for a few days, perhaps you might want to speak to one of our councelors. This city is a dangerous place for a young girl to run away in. And suicide... I'm not even sure how safe you are here. If someone didn't find you when they had, you could have died. There's a lot more to live for in this world."
"... yes sir. I understand sir." She leaned forward, pulling the blanket from her bed around her shoulders tightly. 'Oh god... this is bad. I'm not some mental case angsty teen! I just wanted to go home. Professor! PROFESSOR! Jean! Somebody!'
***
Jean Grey, one of the oldest girls at the institute, sat in the office with Professor Xavier talking over the future lesson plans for the younger students. She blinked and paused mid conversation. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" The professor asked, looking over some notes.
"I just thought I heard Kitty call my name. She's not due back to the institute for a few days though, right? I must be hearing things." Jean shrugged.
The professor had neglected letting the other students know of Kitty's disappearance from home. He felt it was best not to cause a panic. "Jean... did you say you heard Kitty, just now?"
".. uh, yes Professor. Is something wrong?" Jean blinked.
"Let's get to Cerebro right away." He insisted.
Jean helped push Xavier down the hall to Cerebro. She seemed confused by his sudden urgency. "Is something wrong with Kitty?"
"I didn't want to concern everyone, but she had ran away from home a few days back. When I tried to telepathically contact her, she broke contact very abruptly. I assumed she knew what she was doing." He sounded frustrated, "I've been trying to pinpoint her location since that day and I've had a great deal of trouble. I also had sent Logan out to track her from the last known location, but the trail went dry around an old military hanger where he found her bag covered in blood. I'm afraid I made the mistake of trusting that she knew what she was getting into."
She didn't know how to react, only a gasp escaped her mouth. Jean sped down the hall with the Professor to the room where Cerebro laid. He prepared the unit and pulled on the oddly shaped helmet like device.
"I'm going to try to find her again. Hopefully your intuition was right, Jean."
***
A doctor checked on Kitty's condition. He wrote down things on a clipboard as she asked quietly, "Did you call my parents? They're probably really worried about me."
"Don't worry, Miss Pryde, your parents have been contacted. Just relax and get better."
"Well, they'd better get here soon. I've got school to return to, people to let know that I'm fine..." She commented.
"Oh, you'll be here a few days under observation. Your parents insisted that you're kept an eye on."
"What? What a joke! I swear this is punishment for making that scene at the wedding."
"Young lady, I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in." The doctor frowned.
"I'm not sure you realize that this is a big mistake. I---"
Kitty! Can you hear me? It's the Professor.
"Augh! Stupid voice in my head!" She blurted out loud, then made an embarassed face, Professor! I'm at Glen Oaks Hospital, in Chicago! They're holding me here. Get me out of here...
"Hey!" She spoke up, "What are you doing?" The doctor fussed with an IV drip.
"I'm sedating you. Get some rest and stop talking nonsense."
Professor? Professor! Get me... home...
***
'I would never kill myself. I mean... not like I'd want to die. It totally wouldn't be on purpose, anyway. I hate misunderstandings. Crazy hospital people and their assumptions.'
"Hey, Half-Pint. Wake up."
"Wha? Morning already, Logan? I don't feel like trainin..."
"That's 'Uncle Logan', to you, short stuff."
"Oh Lo... Uncle Logan, you're a sight for sore eyes." Kitty sat up in bed, leaning over to hug the older man.
"You had us worried there, sport. Once your scent dried up and I found your bag, I actually thought the worst."
"Don't be silly... I'm uh..." She glanced at the observing hospital employee, "... I'm your 'niece', right? Like, would you even imagine... y'know... somehow having the worst happen to me?" Kitty seemed to imply more but didn't say it, "I think I got into something deeper than I knew how to handle, but I made it out fine."
Logan raised an eyebrow, "I see, pumpkin." He smiled, "I'm going to get you outta here using Charlie's paperwork. At least at the institute you'll be with friends."
She nodded to him, concentrating down at her hands as her teacher and fellow X-Man left the room. 'Did Piotr bring me here? What happened after I was hurt? I can't remember anything at all. This is so not going to look good to the professor. How humiliating. First chance at proving myself and I... wait a second. Proving myself to who? To the Brotherhood? To Magneto? They got what they wanted and then practically left me for dead! OooOooOoogh. I am so stupid sometimes.'
***
Kitty relaxed in the passenger side seat of a roomy car. Logan drove along the highway, still several hundred miles from the institute. She opened her eyes to glance over at the driver with a yawn, "Maybe I should drive a bit if you're tired?"
"Not on your life. I'd like to make it back to the mansion in one piece." He growled.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I got better after some lessons, you know! I just have trouble with manual drive... thingies..."
"Uh huh." He murmured, "So, you want to tell me why I smell one of Magneto's lackies all over your clothes?"
"Ooh, you got me. Instead of fending for my life this last week, I was really playing house with the russian kid."
"You're not funny."
"No, I didn't think I was." She tilted her head, "This totally stays between us, okay? Like, no going to the professor or anything like that."
"Now why would I do a thing like that?" He asked.
"Promise me, Logan."
"You know you can trust me, half-pint." He half concentrated on the road, interested now in what Kitty had to say. "I'm all ears."
She angled herself to watch Logan as she spoke, "So like... I got into this huge argument with my parents. Which really seems stupid now that I think about it... I mean, it's their lives, right? I was being completely selfish when I blew up at them at the wedding. Anywhos, I found myself wandering the streets of Chicago in a mess and decided to just come home. To the institute, you know. But it was totally more money to transfer my flight so instead I just bought a train ticket. And that... that's when things got bad." She took a breath. "The train got ransacked by Magneto's guys. But I remembered my training! You've gotta give me kudos on that. Anyways, he totally blackmails me into, like, if I don't help them out they're going to hurt the people on board the train. At first I didn't believe them, and then the train derailed! I didn't have a choice, so I went with them. I was told all I had to do was this little 'mission' and that was it. Nothing more."
Logan, at this point, grew visibly angry. She held up a hand to him. "But wait, it gets better."
"So I meet up with Piotr, y'know, the metal guy, and we go to infiltrate this one place together. Right. It seems to go well, and I break into their computers to get some top secret information. I do my job... wham, bam, everything. But Logan, I recognized names. Something just wasn't all kosher about the whole place. Our escape route... well... I guess I didn't make it." She ends the statement a bit sheepishly. "I thought I phased in time. I thought I was okay, but now I've got this battle scar on my side. I don't remember much after that, to be honest with you. I woke up in the hospital."
"I'm not even sure why they wanted me involved, or whatever. Maybe they knew about my awesome tech skills... or they needed someone who could walk through a wall or two. I really don't know." She hugged her arms to herself. "Did I do the right thing? That's something I'd been thinkin' about. Like... the doctors and councelors kept telling me how my life was worth living, because, y'know, they thought I ran away from home and tried to commit suicide. They'd almost convinced me I'd done just that, but I kept thinking about Piotr. I kept hearing him say, 'Katya! Katya, Wake up!' I kept hearing the Professor in my head, asking where I was. It's all so crazy. Then I realized... I still have a disk."
***
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 4
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'My name is Katherine Pryde. I'm a teenager. I attend Bayville High School and my grades rank up within the top two percent of all my classes (maybe even the whole school). I like to shop, hang out with my friends, you know... usual stuff. I'm also a mutant. Feared and hated pretty much universally. I live at an institute for kids just like me, learning what our place in the world really is. But at this moment, it doesn't seem very important to me. All I can think about is how I'm going to make it through the night alive.'
The room was pitch black. Kitty's eyes flickered open as a sharp pain in her side made her curl up into a ball on the soft bed-like cushion she rested on. A faint cry she let out before trying to straighten up and get gather her wits. 'My side hurts, what happened? Where am I? Oh my gawd! Where's Piotr?'
"Hello? Peter? Somebody?" She growled, 'I can barely move. Some X-Man I am.'
"You took quite a fall." Said a male voice.
"Who's there? Logan? Turn on the lights, I can't see..." Kitty insisted.
"Calm down, Miss." The lights turned on. A man in doctors scrubs approached the bed Kitty occupied. "It seems you were quite a bit out of it. Took you a long while to wake up."
"A while?" She shook her head, "I don't even know where I am. Where is this?"
"Glen Oaks Hospital. What's your name?" The doctor asked politely.
"Glen Oaks... I'm back in Chicago?" She covered her mouth. "Oh my God. My parents are gonna kill me!"
"Miss... someone found you in an alley near the hospital. I think your parents will be happy that your injuries weren't fatal."
"Oh... ooooooooooooh...." She winced, "I'm Katherine Pryde. My parents live in Deerfield. Can I, like, call them and let them know I'm here? I've got to have been missing for days, now."
The doctor frowned, "We can give them a call. Now Miss Pryde, if you were missing for a few days, perhaps you might want to speak to one of our councelors. This city is a dangerous place for a young girl to run away in. And suicide... I'm not even sure how safe you are here. If someone didn't find you when they had, you could have died. There's a lot more to live for in this world."
"... yes sir. I understand sir." She leaned forward, pulling the blanket from her bed around her shoulders tightly. 'Oh god... this is bad. I'm not some mental case angsty teen! I just wanted to go home. Professor! PROFESSOR! Jean! Somebody!'
***
Jean Grey, one of the oldest girls at the institute, sat in the office with Professor Xavier talking over the future lesson plans for the younger students. She blinked and paused mid conversation. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" The professor asked, looking over some notes.
"I just thought I heard Kitty call my name. She's not due back to the institute for a few days though, right? I must be hearing things." Jean shrugged.
The professor had neglected letting the other students know of Kitty's disappearance from home. He felt it was best not to cause a panic. "Jean... did you say you heard Kitty, just now?"
".. uh, yes Professor. Is something wrong?" Jean blinked.
"Let's get to Cerebro right away." He insisted.
Jean helped push Xavier down the hall to Cerebro. She seemed confused by his sudden urgency. "Is something wrong with Kitty?"
"I didn't want to concern everyone, but she had ran away from home a few days back. When I tried to telepathically contact her, she broke contact very abruptly. I assumed she knew what she was doing." He sounded frustrated, "I've been trying to pinpoint her location since that day and I've had a great deal of trouble. I also had sent Logan out to track her from the last known location, but the trail went dry around an old military hanger where he found her bag covered in blood. I'm afraid I made the mistake of trusting that she knew what she was getting into."
She didn't know how to react, only a gasp escaped her mouth. Jean sped down the hall with the Professor to the room where Cerebro laid. He prepared the unit and pulled on the oddly shaped helmet like device.
"I'm going to try to find her again. Hopefully your intuition was right, Jean."
***
A doctor checked on Kitty's condition. He wrote down things on a clipboard as she asked quietly, "Did you call my parents? They're probably really worried about me."
"Don't worry, Miss Pryde, your parents have been contacted. Just relax and get better."
"Well, they'd better get here soon. I've got school to return to, people to let know that I'm fine..." She commented.
"Oh, you'll be here a few days under observation. Your parents insisted that you're kept an eye on."
"What? What a joke! I swear this is punishment for making that scene at the wedding."
"Young lady, I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in." The doctor frowned.
"I'm not sure you realize that this is a big mistake. I---"
Kitty! Can you hear me? It's the Professor.
"Augh! Stupid voice in my head!" She blurted out loud, then made an embarassed face, Professor! I'm at Glen Oaks Hospital, in Chicago! They're holding me here. Get me out of here...
"Hey!" She spoke up, "What are you doing?" The doctor fussed with an IV drip.
"I'm sedating you. Get some rest and stop talking nonsense."
Professor? Professor! Get me... home...
***
'I would never kill myself. I mean... not like I'd want to die. It totally wouldn't be on purpose, anyway. I hate misunderstandings. Crazy hospital people and their assumptions.'
"Hey, Half-Pint. Wake up."
"Wha? Morning already, Logan? I don't feel like trainin..."
"That's 'Uncle Logan', to you, short stuff."
"Oh Lo... Uncle Logan, you're a sight for sore eyes." Kitty sat up in bed, leaning over to hug the older man.
"You had us worried there, sport. Once your scent dried up and I found your bag, I actually thought the worst."
"Don't be silly... I'm uh..." She glanced at the observing hospital employee, "... I'm your 'niece', right? Like, would you even imagine... y'know... somehow having the worst happen to me?" Kitty seemed to imply more but didn't say it, "I think I got into something deeper than I knew how to handle, but I made it out fine."
Logan raised an eyebrow, "I see, pumpkin." He smiled, "I'm going to get you outta here using Charlie's paperwork. At least at the institute you'll be with friends."
She nodded to him, concentrating down at her hands as her teacher and fellow X-Man left the room. 'Did Piotr bring me here? What happened after I was hurt? I can't remember anything at all. This is so not going to look good to the professor. How humiliating. First chance at proving myself and I... wait a second. Proving myself to who? To the Brotherhood? To Magneto? They got what they wanted and then practically left me for dead! OooOooOoogh. I am so stupid sometimes.'
***
Kitty relaxed in the passenger side seat of a roomy car. Logan drove along the highway, still several hundred miles from the institute. She opened her eyes to glance over at the driver with a yawn, "Maybe I should drive a bit if you're tired?"
"Not on your life. I'd like to make it back to the mansion in one piece." He growled.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I got better after some lessons, you know! I just have trouble with manual drive... thingies..."
"Uh huh." He murmured, "So, you want to tell me why I smell one of Magneto's lackies all over your clothes?"
"Ooh, you got me. Instead of fending for my life this last week, I was really playing house with the russian kid."
"You're not funny."
"No, I didn't think I was." She tilted her head, "This totally stays between us, okay? Like, no going to the professor or anything like that."
"Now why would I do a thing like that?" He asked.
"Promise me, Logan."
"You know you can trust me, half-pint." He half concentrated on the road, interested now in what Kitty had to say. "I'm all ears."
She angled herself to watch Logan as she spoke, "So like... I got into this huge argument with my parents. Which really seems stupid now that I think about it... I mean, it's their lives, right? I was being completely selfish when I blew up at them at the wedding. Anywhos, I found myself wandering the streets of Chicago in a mess and decided to just come home. To the institute, you know. But it was totally more money to transfer my flight so instead I just bought a train ticket. And that... that's when things got bad." She took a breath. "The train got ransacked by Magneto's guys. But I remembered my training! You've gotta give me kudos on that. Anyways, he totally blackmails me into, like, if I don't help them out they're going to hurt the people on board the train. At first I didn't believe them, and then the train derailed! I didn't have a choice, so I went with them. I was told all I had to do was this little 'mission' and that was it. Nothing more."
Logan, at this point, grew visibly angry. She held up a hand to him. "But wait, it gets better."
"So I meet up with Piotr, y'know, the metal guy, and we go to infiltrate this one place together. Right. It seems to go well, and I break into their computers to get some top secret information. I do my job... wham, bam, everything. But Logan, I recognized names. Something just wasn't all kosher about the whole place. Our escape route... well... I guess I didn't make it." She ends the statement a bit sheepishly. "I thought I phased in time. I thought I was okay, but now I've got this battle scar on my side. I don't remember much after that, to be honest with you. I woke up in the hospital."
"I'm not even sure why they wanted me involved, or whatever. Maybe they knew about my awesome tech skills... or they needed someone who could walk through a wall or two. I really don't know." She hugged her arms to herself. "Did I do the right thing? That's something I'd been thinkin' about. Like... the doctors and councelors kept telling me how my life was worth living, because, y'know, they thought I ran away from home and tried to commit suicide. They'd almost convinced me I'd done just that, but I kept thinking about Piotr. I kept hearing him say, 'Katya! Katya, Wake up!' I kept hearing the Professor in my head, asking where I was. It's all so crazy. Then I realized... I still have a disk."
***