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 9
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Kitty walked down the quiet, empty Bayville street. Lightposts moderately kept the way home lit. She glanced down at her watch, '12:23am. Oh man. I hope I don't get caught for curfew.' She pulled her bag close to her and started to move a little faster. Kitty then heard voices around a corner. She quickly phased through the wall next to her into a yard and listened patiently.
"--believe this. It's already past midnight and Bayville is practically deserted. I seriously doubt we're going to find her sitting in the park." Said a female voice.
"Tabitha already checked in with The Brotherhood. She said Lance was acting peculiar, but they all claimed to have not seen Kitty tonight." Spoke a male voice in reply.
"Have you noticed anything strange with her lately? I mean, what happened at lunch today was uncalled for." The woman replied.
"Actually, Jean, she's been pretty open to me."
"What? When was this, Scott?" The voice, identified as Jean, spoke up.
"Just the other night we had a nice talk. I'll admit it was strange, but she's still Kitty. Everyone's been so concerned about her well being, I think we just forgot that she's still, well, one of us."
"Are you so sure about that?"
"Excuse me?" The voices moved further away. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nevermind, let's keep looking. It's already been over an hour. The professor wants us to check in in fifteen minutes."
"Okay..."
Kitty waited until the voices moved far enough away so that she could no longer hear them. She let out a breath, peeking through the wall to make sure no one was near before continuing on her way back to the mansion.
'Why is it everyone is making this out to be such a big deal?' She sighed, 'Serves me right. I mean... I'm the one worrying everyone. I forgot to remember details... like, they are capable of caring about me and they just might worry. Like how we're a team, we work together. Well, most of the time. I know Logan is much the loner.' Kitty froze in her tracks. 'Logan. He has GOT to know where I am. He's probably tracking me this very second. But... if he was tracking me, I'd already be caught. Think quick, Pryde. Let's just avoid being seen and get home as soon as possible. Lucky thing I wore black.'
She slipped into a light sprint, checked around corners and kept in the shadows. She eventually made it to the back wall of the Institute. 'This is it, the last stretch.' Kitty phased through and scanned the grounds for the others. She kept herself phased partially so that she would not make a sound as she ran along to reach a side to the mansion.
'My roomlight is on, so they're either in there waiting for me, or Rogue is still up. However, I do know that Jean's room isn't occupied because she's still out there with Scott.' She looked to that room. 'If I phase just right, I can walk up and into the room without causing any trouble. If I'm quick enough, maybe no one will see me and I can change for bed. If I'm lucky. Worth a shot.'
Kitty concentrated. She began to climb the air up toward a darkened, unoccupied room. She carefully made it up to the window balcony and landed as gently as possible. She rubbed her arms, inwardly cursing the weather before phasing through the window to inside the bedroom. She took in a deep breath, silently congratulating herself on a successful break in. Kitty went to touch the handle, then heard noise in the hallway. She paused now, and just listened.
"This is terrible! I've looked over all her hang outs and still couldn't find her." Exclaimed a male voice, "Kitty wouldn't run away, right?"
"Listen to yourself, Kurt. You know perfectly well Kitty wouldn't run away. Who knows her better than you?" A young female voice added, "She's just somewhere we haven't looked. Don't worry yourself and just let the adults take care of it, 'kay? We've got school in the morning, still. You know they won't give us a break."
"Amara, this is more important than school." Kurt's voice sounded annoyed. "I just wish... I wish I knew what's really going on here. Kitty isn't one to hide secrets. It's driving me mad."
"You sound like a cranky toddler. Get some sleep, Kurt. Kitty knows best about what she's doing. So let'r do it."
There was a sound of rustling outside in the hall. "Oh... hey Jean, Scott. Find any clues?"
"No, not much. Storm and Beast are on it now, time to take a break.", said Jean.
Kitty tensed. She looked back and forth, determining which room was next, then phased through the side wall. She landed silently in a pile of clothes. 'My closet, wonderful.' She leaned back, pulling off her bag and setting it against the wall. 'Rogue is still up. I can't just appear from the closet. I'll wait until she goes to bed before I sneak back in. Might be a while, though.' She stealthily pushed up some clothes into the shape of a pillow, then layed back in the semi-cramped space and closed her eyes. Sleep was almost instantanious for the young girl, despite circumstance.
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The wind whipped past Kitty, cooling her skin. She narrowed her eyes to look around. A forrest area along what seemed like the outskirts of Bayville. She walked a few feet before feeling her legs weaken beneath her. She stumbled and fell into the wild grass. Her heart beat sped up when the spotlight hit her. Kitty looked up at the towering, massive metal humanoid shaped machine. She glared up at the blinding spotlight, then, with a growl, ran forward toward it. A loud noise of something powering up echoed and a bright pulse of energy rocketted toward Kitty to intercept her course.
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Kitty screamed, sitting up abruptly. She wimpered, hugging herself tightly in the moments panic. Dr. McCoy rounded the corner in quickly.
"Kitty! What's wrong?" He checks her forehead, urging her to lay back. "Your heart is racing... still feverish..."
"Mr. McCoy it was awful!" She got herself back into a sitting position, "It just came... and... I couldn't stop it! I couldn't do anything!" She covered her eyes, "I... wasn't fast enough. Gawd... I died, AGAIN. It just... burned. All over."
Hank, as he's referred to by some, took out a thermometer and commented, "Again?" He paused, then said, "That's because you're running a fever. And a really bad one, at that. You may be trained by him, but you certainly are no Wolverine."
She shook her head and waved a hand. "No. This was like... far worse." Kitty looked around, finally noticing she was in the infirmiry. "...This isn't where I fell asleep?" She said, unsure if she had actually snuck out and spoken to Piotr.
"No, it's not." Hank added, "Rogue found you asleep in the closet somewhere around six A.M. You worried a lot of people last night."
"Oh..." She said, remembering how she avoided search parties and managed to not get caught. "You know us cats... just sleep where-ever it's comfortable."
"Right." He said, not exactly believing her. "Since you're up, I'd like to take your tempurature again and do a quick check up. Want to see if the restitching held." He smiled.
"Sure thing." She carefully pulled off her sweater, then shivered as the colder tempurature of the room hit her toasty-warm skin. Kitty took the thermometer and placed it in her mouth, laying back to allow the doctor to check out her injury.
Dr. McCoy pulled the wrapping from around her abdomen to uncover the wound. The area along her left side was battered and bruised along with the wound in question sewed up. He applied a bit of ointment to the tender area, then looked Kitty over, "Whatever hit you definitely did a number on you."
"It kicked ass and took names, sir." She smiled, "But, uh... the truth is I think I was shot. I totally thought I phased in time. Bullets wouldn't do this, would they?"
"Such language coming from you. As for the quesiton, no bullets that I've seen." He continues to clean and redress the wound, "Why were you being shot at?"
"... I don't remember." She sighed, not wanting more people to worry about her. "But if I remember, I'll let you know."
"You will? Why, thank you." He intoned a little oddly.
Kitty raised an eyebrow, then looked over the thermometer. "One hundred and one, point... seven. I don't FEEL sick." She hands it back to Hank.
"You may not feel sick, but your body is working extra hard to recooperate from your injury. So when you do things like get attacked at the mall, then leave the monitored area to sleep on the floor in your closet... it might not be able to heal as quickly as it would if you just rested. Catch my drift?"
"Indeed I do." She looked guilty, "I guess everyone makes mistakes?"
"So, now that you're feeling a little awake, the Professor has been anxious to talk to you."
"I think I'll go back to sleep."
"Kitty..." He scolded playfully, "You have to explain yourself and probably apologize to the everyone. They spent half the night searching for you."
"I totally... completely never meant for THAT to happen. I don't see what the big deal is, Tabitha practically misses curfew every night and no one goes out looking for HER."
"You know Tabitha is a completely different subject. We're talking about you. You definitely aren't Tabitha by any stretch of imagination." Hank laughed at the idea.
"Yeah yeah, sure. Fine, I'll talk to the Professor." Kitty put on a shirt Hank offered her - another loose, button up shirt not to irritate the injury further. She climbed off the bed and headed her way to the Professor's office. Kitty let out a faint yawn and noticed it's dark outside. She shrugged, continuing until she got to the door. Took in a deep breath, then knocked on the door.
"Come in." said, quite obviously, the Professor.
Kitty nervously opened the door and stepped into his office.
"Have a seat." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk, "It's good to see you up and about, Kitty."
"Good to be back?" She half heartedly comments back as she took her seat.
"How are you feeling?" Xavier started with small talk.
"Eh... fine, I suppose. I'm warm... sore... and a bit tired. Otherwise I should be ready to go back to everyday..." She paused, "Oh no, I missed school, didn't I? What time is it?"
"It's almost seven at night." He blinked, "You do realize we wouldn't have let you go back with how you are today, right?" He raised an eyebrow.
"... well, duh. Doesn't mean I wouldn't have tried. I can't believe I slept through the whole day..." She seemed in awe of the moment, "This just makes catching up on my homework so much harder."
"I'm sure you'll manage." He paused, "That really wasn't the answer I was looking for. I want to know how you are feeling."
"But I told you, I'm --" She started.
"Kitty, you know what I mean."
"I'm fine. Never been better." She calmly stated.
Charles Xavier looked his student over, then said with a calm tone, "I realize it has been a hectic week. You know you can talk to us if anything is bothering you. Me, Ms. Munroe, Logan, whoever. We're there for you. Even if your parents are separating, we'll always be there to --"
"STOP! Just stop it already!" She snapped, "This may have all started with that, but it's far beyond and much deeper than my parents breaking up! It's my business, and mine alone! I don't need to talk to someone to calm me down. I don't need to talk to someone to work out my emotions on this. I just need to make everything better!"
Xavier's brow furrowed in concern, "Make everything better?" He changed his tone, "Your injury, your attitude, your recent disappearances and flippant responses has gotten everyone worried."
"You think I don't know that?" She stood, pacing. "I can see it in their eyes, like I'm some sort of rubik's cube to be solved." She puts her hands on her hips, "I do find it awfully hypocritical that it's okay for some of the other kids to go off late at night but I'm the only one being punished for it. I'm even being grilled because I wanted to come back here as soon as humanly possible instead of dealing with my parents breakup directly. How's that for the ideal student? The perfect daughter? The greatest American hero? Well, no more of that. Just whatever, Professor. Point me in the right direction and I'll do what I'm supposed to just to make everyone happy again."
"We'd all be happy if you were well, Katherine."
"I. Am. Well." She sounded out each word to emphasis those points. "I may feel like crying, and I may feel like punching something, but I am 'bout as good as I was before I left. In fact... better. I've learned to deal, why can't you?" She added, "And I'm going to school tomorrow."
"Don't make me enforce some sort of house arrest."
"Is that a joke? Because it's not funny. You can't keep--" She clenched her fists.
"... I wasn't serious." He hummed in concern, "I'd like you to talk with Logan. He's certainly more equiped to dealing with wanting to punch things more than I am." He smiled, still keeping his eyes locked onto Kitty. "Is that fair? You can return to school when your body has healed enough so we won't have another mall incident."
"... fair enough, I suppose."
"Excellent. Unless there's anything else you'd like to add... you're free go and join the others for dinner. I'd like you to thank them for looking last night for you."
"Of course." She headed for the door of the office. "Thanks, Professor."
"For what?"
"For making my choices make sense."
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"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 9
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Kitty walked down the quiet, empty Bayville street. Lightposts moderately kept the way home lit. She glanced down at her watch, '12:23am. Oh man. I hope I don't get caught for curfew.' She pulled her bag close to her and started to move a little faster. Kitty then heard voices around a corner. She quickly phased through the wall next to her into a yard and listened patiently.
"--believe this. It's already past midnight and Bayville is practically deserted. I seriously doubt we're going to find her sitting in the park." Said a female voice.
"Tabitha already checked in with The Brotherhood. She said Lance was acting peculiar, but they all claimed to have not seen Kitty tonight." Spoke a male voice in reply.
"Have you noticed anything strange with her lately? I mean, what happened at lunch today was uncalled for." The woman replied.
"Actually, Jean, she's been pretty open to me."
"What? When was this, Scott?" The voice, identified as Jean, spoke up.
"Just the other night we had a nice talk. I'll admit it was strange, but she's still Kitty. Everyone's been so concerned about her well being, I think we just forgot that she's still, well, one of us."
"Are you so sure about that?"
"Excuse me?" The voices moved further away. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nevermind, let's keep looking. It's already been over an hour. The professor wants us to check in in fifteen minutes."
"Okay..."
Kitty waited until the voices moved far enough away so that she could no longer hear them. She let out a breath, peeking through the wall to make sure no one was near before continuing on her way back to the mansion.
'Why is it everyone is making this out to be such a big deal?' She sighed, 'Serves me right. I mean... I'm the one worrying everyone. I forgot to remember details... like, they are capable of caring about me and they just might worry. Like how we're a team, we work together. Well, most of the time. I know Logan is much the loner.' Kitty froze in her tracks. 'Logan. He has GOT to know where I am. He's probably tracking me this very second. But... if he was tracking me, I'd already be caught. Think quick, Pryde. Let's just avoid being seen and get home as soon as possible. Lucky thing I wore black.'
She slipped into a light sprint, checked around corners and kept in the shadows. She eventually made it to the back wall of the Institute. 'This is it, the last stretch.' Kitty phased through and scanned the grounds for the others. She kept herself phased partially so that she would not make a sound as she ran along to reach a side to the mansion.
'My roomlight is on, so they're either in there waiting for me, or Rogue is still up. However, I do know that Jean's room isn't occupied because she's still out there with Scott.' She looked to that room. 'If I phase just right, I can walk up and into the room without causing any trouble. If I'm quick enough, maybe no one will see me and I can change for bed. If I'm lucky. Worth a shot.'
Kitty concentrated. She began to climb the air up toward a darkened, unoccupied room. She carefully made it up to the window balcony and landed as gently as possible. She rubbed her arms, inwardly cursing the weather before phasing through the window to inside the bedroom. She took in a deep breath, silently congratulating herself on a successful break in. Kitty went to touch the handle, then heard noise in the hallway. She paused now, and just listened.
"This is terrible! I've looked over all her hang outs and still couldn't find her." Exclaimed a male voice, "Kitty wouldn't run away, right?"
"Listen to yourself, Kurt. You know perfectly well Kitty wouldn't run away. Who knows her better than you?" A young female voice added, "She's just somewhere we haven't looked. Don't worry yourself and just let the adults take care of it, 'kay? We've got school in the morning, still. You know they won't give us a break."
"Amara, this is more important than school." Kurt's voice sounded annoyed. "I just wish... I wish I knew what's really going on here. Kitty isn't one to hide secrets. It's driving me mad."
"You sound like a cranky toddler. Get some sleep, Kurt. Kitty knows best about what she's doing. So let'r do it."
There was a sound of rustling outside in the hall. "Oh... hey Jean, Scott. Find any clues?"
"No, not much. Storm and Beast are on it now, time to take a break.", said Jean.
Kitty tensed. She looked back and forth, determining which room was next, then phased through the side wall. She landed silently in a pile of clothes. 'My closet, wonderful.' She leaned back, pulling off her bag and setting it against the wall. 'Rogue is still up. I can't just appear from the closet. I'll wait until she goes to bed before I sneak back in. Might be a while, though.' She stealthily pushed up some clothes into the shape of a pillow, then layed back in the semi-cramped space and closed her eyes. Sleep was almost instantanious for the young girl, despite circumstance.
***
The wind whipped past Kitty, cooling her skin. She narrowed her eyes to look around. A forrest area along what seemed like the outskirts of Bayville. She walked a few feet before feeling her legs weaken beneath her. She stumbled and fell into the wild grass. Her heart beat sped up when the spotlight hit her. Kitty looked up at the towering, massive metal humanoid shaped machine. She glared up at the blinding spotlight, then, with a growl, ran forward toward it. A loud noise of something powering up echoed and a bright pulse of energy rocketted toward Kitty to intercept her course.
***
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Kitty screamed, sitting up abruptly. She wimpered, hugging herself tightly in the moments panic. Dr. McCoy rounded the corner in quickly.
"Kitty! What's wrong?" He checks her forehead, urging her to lay back. "Your heart is racing... still feverish..."
"Mr. McCoy it was awful!" She got herself back into a sitting position, "It just came... and... I couldn't stop it! I couldn't do anything!" She covered her eyes, "I... wasn't fast enough. Gawd... I died, AGAIN. It just... burned. All over."
Hank, as he's referred to by some, took out a thermometer and commented, "Again?" He paused, then said, "That's because you're running a fever. And a really bad one, at that. You may be trained by him, but you certainly are no Wolverine."
She shook her head and waved a hand. "No. This was like... far worse." Kitty looked around, finally noticing she was in the infirmiry. "...This isn't where I fell asleep?" She said, unsure if she had actually snuck out and spoken to Piotr.
"No, it's not." Hank added, "Rogue found you asleep in the closet somewhere around six A.M. You worried a lot of people last night."
"Oh..." She said, remembering how she avoided search parties and managed to not get caught. "You know us cats... just sleep where-ever it's comfortable."
"Right." He said, not exactly believing her. "Since you're up, I'd like to take your tempurature again and do a quick check up. Want to see if the restitching held." He smiled.
"Sure thing." She carefully pulled off her sweater, then shivered as the colder tempurature of the room hit her toasty-warm skin. Kitty took the thermometer and placed it in her mouth, laying back to allow the doctor to check out her injury.
Dr. McCoy pulled the wrapping from around her abdomen to uncover the wound. The area along her left side was battered and bruised along with the wound in question sewed up. He applied a bit of ointment to the tender area, then looked Kitty over, "Whatever hit you definitely did a number on you."
"It kicked ass and took names, sir." She smiled, "But, uh... the truth is I think I was shot. I totally thought I phased in time. Bullets wouldn't do this, would they?"
"Such language coming from you. As for the quesiton, no bullets that I've seen." He continues to clean and redress the wound, "Why were you being shot at?"
"... I don't remember." She sighed, not wanting more people to worry about her. "But if I remember, I'll let you know."
"You will? Why, thank you." He intoned a little oddly.
Kitty raised an eyebrow, then looked over the thermometer. "One hundred and one, point... seven. I don't FEEL sick." She hands it back to Hank.
"You may not feel sick, but your body is working extra hard to recooperate from your injury. So when you do things like get attacked at the mall, then leave the monitored area to sleep on the floor in your closet... it might not be able to heal as quickly as it would if you just rested. Catch my drift?"
"Indeed I do." She looked guilty, "I guess everyone makes mistakes?"
"So, now that you're feeling a little awake, the Professor has been anxious to talk to you."
"I think I'll go back to sleep."
"Kitty..." He scolded playfully, "You have to explain yourself and probably apologize to the everyone. They spent half the night searching for you."
"I totally... completely never meant for THAT to happen. I don't see what the big deal is, Tabitha practically misses curfew every night and no one goes out looking for HER."
"You know Tabitha is a completely different subject. We're talking about you. You definitely aren't Tabitha by any stretch of imagination." Hank laughed at the idea.
"Yeah yeah, sure. Fine, I'll talk to the Professor." Kitty put on a shirt Hank offered her - another loose, button up shirt not to irritate the injury further. She climbed off the bed and headed her way to the Professor's office. Kitty let out a faint yawn and noticed it's dark outside. She shrugged, continuing until she got to the door. Took in a deep breath, then knocked on the door.
"Come in." said, quite obviously, the Professor.
Kitty nervously opened the door and stepped into his office.
"Have a seat." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk, "It's good to see you up and about, Kitty."
"Good to be back?" She half heartedly comments back as she took her seat.
"How are you feeling?" Xavier started with small talk.
"Eh... fine, I suppose. I'm warm... sore... and a bit tired. Otherwise I should be ready to go back to everyday..." She paused, "Oh no, I missed school, didn't I? What time is it?"
"It's almost seven at night." He blinked, "You do realize we wouldn't have let you go back with how you are today, right?" He raised an eyebrow.
"... well, duh. Doesn't mean I wouldn't have tried. I can't believe I slept through the whole day..." She seemed in awe of the moment, "This just makes catching up on my homework so much harder."
"I'm sure you'll manage." He paused, "That really wasn't the answer I was looking for. I want to know how you are feeling."
"But I told you, I'm --" She started.
"Kitty, you know what I mean."
"I'm fine. Never been better." She calmly stated.
Charles Xavier looked his student over, then said with a calm tone, "I realize it has been a hectic week. You know you can talk to us if anything is bothering you. Me, Ms. Munroe, Logan, whoever. We're there for you. Even if your parents are separating, we'll always be there to --"
"STOP! Just stop it already!" She snapped, "This may have all started with that, but it's far beyond and much deeper than my parents breaking up! It's my business, and mine alone! I don't need to talk to someone to calm me down. I don't need to talk to someone to work out my emotions on this. I just need to make everything better!"
Xavier's brow furrowed in concern, "Make everything better?" He changed his tone, "Your injury, your attitude, your recent disappearances and flippant responses has gotten everyone worried."
"You think I don't know that?" She stood, pacing. "I can see it in their eyes, like I'm some sort of rubik's cube to be solved." She puts her hands on her hips, "I do find it awfully hypocritical that it's okay for some of the other kids to go off late at night but I'm the only one being punished for it. I'm even being grilled because I wanted to come back here as soon as humanly possible instead of dealing with my parents breakup directly. How's that for the ideal student? The perfect daughter? The greatest American hero? Well, no more of that. Just whatever, Professor. Point me in the right direction and I'll do what I'm supposed to just to make everyone happy again."
"We'd all be happy if you were well, Katherine."
"I. Am. Well." She sounded out each word to emphasis those points. "I may feel like crying, and I may feel like punching something, but I am 'bout as good as I was before I left. In fact... better. I've learned to deal, why can't you?" She added, "And I'm going to school tomorrow."
"Don't make me enforce some sort of house arrest."
"Is that a joke? Because it's not funny. You can't keep--" She clenched her fists.
"... I wasn't serious." He hummed in concern, "I'd like you to talk with Logan. He's certainly more equiped to dealing with wanting to punch things more than I am." He smiled, still keeping his eyes locked onto Kitty. "Is that fair? You can return to school when your body has healed enough so we won't have another mall incident."
"... fair enough, I suppose."
"Excellent. Unless there's anything else you'd like to add... you're free go and join the others for dinner. I'd like you to thank them for looking last night for you."
"Of course." She headed for the door of the office. "Thanks, Professor."
"For what?"
"For making my choices make sense."
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