Mandy: Thanks for your awesome and enthusiastic review! :)
Jacob: I promised death, etc and it will come, though I won't make gore...I don't think. This thing is probably going to be kinda long, don't worry. Writing is hard when you have school and doctor's appointments, but I'm trying to work as quickly as I can! Thnx for the review. :P
Charmed1s: Glad you like it. And yes, I did hear about that whole spelling thing...I think it's absolutely great. n__n Though, since the forward I got, it seems to be popping up everywhere!
KS-Fan: I don't like Evan very much either (did you see "Uprising"? EEW!), but I'm trying to write him more realistically than I've seen...sometimes it's just *all* Evan bashing, and I certainly don't want it to boil down to that! To me, Evan seems like a very angry, temperamental boy... Just an observation. Thnx for the review, I really do appreciate it.
Dusty: There will be Lancitty, though no actual sex. Teehee...
Thanks to all who reviewed on the last chapter. You are what keep me going! Warnings still apply, though not necessarily for this chapter. They are as follows: Character death, angst, dark themes, sexual abuse/rape, inhuman acts, torture, racism (mutantism? :P), mild language, and sexual situations. The last one applies for THIS chapter. Forgive me if things are a bit OOC, but the characters on Evo are often very...er...shallow, and without depth, at least they are for me. I'm taking the liberty of giving them some.
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The moon was high in the sky that night, a yellow orb that illuminated the forest around the house sitting precariously on a hill. Inside of the house, its inhabitants were spending their first night in their new bunk beds, some dreaming of cake, some of girls, some of freedom.
In the boy's room, Scott's to be exact, Todd was snoring loudly. He groaned in his sleep, brown hair flopping from side to side as he tossed beneath the thin sheets.
Kurt made a noise also, though his was a good sound. He was dreaming of the cool ocean against his fur, what it would feel like to dive into its depths.
Logan was no where to be found, out wandering the grounds somewhere. Scott dreamt only of Jean. His tongue moved along the insides of his mouth in unrestrained pleasure, his cheeks flushing against the pillow.
Lance was wide awake, waiting.
A figure silently floated up through the floor.
Kitty surveyed the sleeping boys before her - the messy hair, the boxers - and had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from making any noise. She padded silently along the boards and over to where Lance lay, holding out a hand to him. He looked at her playfully, his eyes gleaming with hers in the faint moonlight that came through the window. The mutant teen took the delicate hand before him and both of them descended to the first floor and onto the table she had used to get up through the ceiling.
Once in the kitchen, they finally dared to speak. Their hushed whispers were the only sound in the house.
"Like, I hope Mr. Logan doesn't come in..."
"Aw Kitty, even if he did we aren't doin' anything wrong...yet."
She eyed him, her eyes becoming softer. "Do you want to go outside or something? The moon is so beautiful..."
Lance had to force himself not to snort, or roll his eyes. Girls could be so...mushy sometimes. He didn't mind getting her flowers, or eating a "romantic" dinner, but sitting in the moonlight was not quite his thing...
"Um, if you really want to..."
In an instant, he was passing through the kitchen wall, out to the forest.
"Sorry Lance, I just like, think that place is kinda trashy, ya know?"
Ever since they had arrived she had been saying the same thing, going on about how she hated its walls, its color, its feel. She'd gone from "creepy", to "messy", to "stuffy", to "cramped" in just a few hours.
"Kitty, it's our first night here. Once we get everything up, it'll be a lot better." He put a strong arm around her. It was, in truth, his favorite thing to do, almost more so than the kissing and making out. He liked how delicate she was, that she fit perfectly beside him and against his body. She would always lean into him. Her soft hair would brush against his cheek and chin, her hands drawing circles along his back. This time was no different, and as they walked around the house she clung onto his shirt as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.
"What if things don't get better?" she whispered, her voice still beautiful to his ears. She stopped suddenly. "What if, like, this place doesn't do any good?"
"Kitty-"
"What about all the other mutants, the ones who don't have an old, creepy house to hide in?" Kitty looked to the ground. She needed to talk, needed to tell someone how she felt, her fears and misgivings. As a Jew, knowing her family's history, she had a lot of them. "What if, Lance, they turn this into another Holocaust?"
Lance sighed. "Kitty, look - there are so many activists and human rights people out there today that I don't think it will ever get to that point..."
"What if it does?" she pressed, lips pursing in sadness. "If they came for us, wanted to take us and put us in horrible camps, what would happen? Like, what would they do to us?"
"Nothing. They can't, it's impossible. No one is gonna let people just slaughter mutants!" This night was going like he hoped. Things weren't heating up, at least, not in the way he had been wanting them too...
Kitty let out a small sob, clutching his nightshirt tighter in her small hands. "I'm worried Lance, and scared. Everyone is so afraid of us... who's to say they, like, wouldn't act on that fear? Just want to get rid of us? I'm afraid for Hank, and for poor Kurt, that someone's gonna see him and take him away and treat him like an animal. They'll do it Lance, I know they will. They'll humiliate him, hurt him, burn him..." Her mind was flashing, horrible images from horrific Holocaust films going through her mind. "They'll...they'll separate the boys from the girls, the kids from the grownups. They'll put us in cages Lance! We'll be stripped and diseased and starving, and no one will care, no one will like, help us..." Kitty let out a strangled breath, her shoulders shaking, and she pulled away from her boyfriend. She suddenly remembered all the stories her grandfather had told her. "I'll watch you die," she whispered, her voice strangely hollow. "I'll watch Scott die and Jean die and Evan and Kurt and Jamie and Ray and Bobby and Amara and...and...we'll all be gone."
Lance stared, mouth open, unsure of what to do as his girlfriend became more and more hysterical before his eyes.
"Have you seen those videos Lance? Those people? They burned them! They put babies into furnaces and BURNED THEM! They killed so many..."
"We have powers Kitty, if it all comes down to it we could just --"
"They'll stop it, they'll stop it! They're so afraid, Lance, they hate us so much. They'll drug us, or beat us. They'll do whatever they have to to keep us at bay, so they can kill us!"
Lance had never seen Katherine Pryde like this before. She freaked out sometimes, yes, but about stupid things like Kurt's hair in her lunch, or about a zit or a blemish. This time she was in hysterics, her arms in the air as she babbled about the Holocaust, about how mutants would be rounded up and shot and murdered in the streets. She was crying openly, gagging on her own spit. Her mind kept going in circles, her grandfather's voice sounding in her head, the skeletons and ghosts of the Holocaust telling of the things that had been done to them.
Kitty Pryde was terrified.
"Kitty, come on, settle down..." Lance grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms to her sides before encircling her in a hug. He wasn't sure what to say, it had all come on so suddenly and unexpectedly. "You can't keep thinking things like that, babe, they're not good for you..."
"I can't help it. Every time I look at someone in that house, I see it in their eyes."
Lance swallowed heavily.
"I can't help but think that, like, this is becoming the Nazis in Germany all over again."
"It won't be Kitty, have a little faith..."
She stopped crying, and instead sank to the ground. Her knees hit with a loud crunch as leaves beneath her shattered in orange and red. Shoulders trembling, eyes searching before her, she began to rock back and forth.
"I can't be here anymore," she whispered. "I can't."
Lance felt a knot form in the base of his throat, and tried to swallow it.
"Not even for me?" he said quietly, the last word almost too quiet to pick up on.
She looked at him with moist eyes as he kneeled next to her in the leaves. The girl sniffled, wiping at her face to clear the tears. Did he just say what she thought he did? Did he really need her?
"Kitty..." Lance whispered, eyes capturing hers. She was silent now, her mind stopped spinning and her thoughts became rational again. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he drew her to him. "Would you stay for me? I..." He gulped. "I love you..."
She gasped, the horrible images fading away into but a fleeting memory.
"What?"
"I love you, Kitty Pryde. I need you to stay here with me... I need you to keep going." He took her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "I love everything about you, your skin and your voice and the way you talk. I love your sense of humor, your gentleness...you make me want to be...better..."
His eyes told her everything else she needed to know.
"God Lance, I love you too..."
Their lips met.
She moaned at the unexpected contact, pushing against him with her smaller body, tears still staining her cheeks as his tongue entered her mouth. His lips were soft and moist, his mouth tasted sweet and warm. For some reason, one her mind couldn't rationally explain at that moment, she wanted him, wanted him against her and on her and in her. With him, kissing him like this in the moonlight, their situation seemed to lessen even the tiniest bit.
Lips working delicately against his, her mind reeled. She couldn't leave him. If it meant getting taken, if it meant dying, then so be it.
She was still terrified, but she also was no longer alone.
His hands were running up her shirt, feeling the baby soft skin below, pulling off the pink pajama top. He was feeling her body as she pressed it and rubbed it against his, she was slipping her hands under the rim of his sweatpants, he was rubbing her thighs... She whimpered as he fingered her pajama bottoms, pulling them down, slipping them off, and pulling her into his lap. Their bodies moved together, up and down under the moonlight, perfectly in rhythm with each other as she began to tug on his boxers and pull herself over him.
"Take me Lance..." she moaned. "Take me --"
"Ahem."
The two flew apart immediately at the loud and very sudden voice, landing hard in the leaves. Kitty's face was flushed red and she sat awkwardly in her underwear, holding her shirt against her chest and breathing heavily. Her eyes were as huge as saucers.
Standing but a few feet away, looking very furious, was Logan.
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"I can't believe you two!"
If it were possible, Kitty would have dug herself into the floor and hid. But no, it wasn't possible, and instead she was being forced to sit and listen to Hank. She could have phased, yes, but that would have doubled the sentence she was about to receive... She sat, with Lance, before Ororo, Hank and Logan, her face red and eyes puffy. Storm was still in her nightgown, hair rumpled from sleep. Hank was wearing his large boxers and a very big t-shirt, face flushed.
"You sneak out in the middle of the night, and...and..." The blue mutant gestured wildly with his hands, at a loss for words. "Logan walks in on you...uh..."
"Going at it?"
Kitty shot Lance a look that said it all, and he immediately shut his mouth.
Hank blushed, not used to dealing with such things. "Yes...that. Kitty, do you realize that not only is it dangerous to be out that late, but you are only 16 years old?! You...you..." More gestures, more flailing of arms.
Ororo took the initiative and stepped in for the very flustered McCoy.
"Lance, Kitty...were you even thinking rationally tonight?"
The senior scowled. "Look, we were just --"
"Having SEX!" Hank yelled, too late realizing that the whole house had probably heard it. He put a large hand over his mouth, eyes wide, as Kitty turned a very bright red.
"Like, thanks a lot!" she screeched, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now EVERYONE knows!
"Kitty I'm sorry...I just...I'm just very...uh...very..."
"Calm down, all of you!" Ororo looked at them with hard eyes. "Hank, I can take care of this..."
The doctor nodded sheepishly, stuttered a quick apology, and left the room. From the back, Logan quietly observed.
"Children, this is exactly why we separated the boys from the girls..."
"Like, I'm old enough to --"
"Be quiet and listen Half-Pint," Logan growled, and immediately Kitty was back in her seat. "You two might just learn something."
"Kitty, I'm very disappointed in you. Were you even thinking about the consequences? What if tonight had left you pregnant?"
The girl lowered her head.
"And you Lance, think about it as well. Would it have really been wise?"
"Ms. Munroe...Lance and I just, like, got caught up in the emotion, ya know? I was kinda...um...freaking? Lance was comforting me!"
"Kitty...I don't want to hear it right now. It's one in the morning. Go up to your room and change your clothes, I want you to stay up there and try to sleep the rest of the night, understood? I'll talk to you in the morning."
Kitty did as she was told and left the room, her mind cold. Ororo turned to Lance.
"I'll let Logan talk to you...man to man."
Lance groaned inwardly as the older mutant stepped forward. He shot a glare at Ororo.
"Try not to hurt him Logan..." she warned, before leaving the room. Between Logan and Hank, she figured that Logan would be the most capable of giving a boy a talk about girls and sex.
At least, she hoped so.
Lance sighed. This was not going to be fun.
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Kurt, in a word, was grumpy.
Already the other students were steering clear of him. Roberto had made the mistake earlier of commenting on Kurt's bed hair, and had nearly been mauled by the blue mutant.
But that wasn't why Kurt was in the mood he was.
No, in fact, he was bothered by something very different.
"Hey, you gonna eat that cereal Kurt?" a Jamie piped up at the end of the table. Four sat looking at him, though their eyes moved from him to his cereal and back again. The youngest mutant had fallen down half the stairs, which - while it didn't hurt him - had produced a few multiples. Jean had scolded him, telling him to be more careful about such things because they didn't have the food to feed all of his copies, but he honestly couldn't help it. Controlling his power was hard!
"Um...Nein, you can have it...."
The Jamies set to work eating the Cocoa Puffs as Kurt continued to scowl. For once in his life, he wasn't hungry. He was too busy thinking about what Kitty and Lance had been doing the previous night.
He growled in response to the horrible thought.
Neither mutant had come out of their rooms yet, even though it was eight in the morning. Scott and Logan had both left to get more groceries, figuring they could beat the crowds to the store this early, and Ororo and Hank were busy figuring out what to do about painting the house.
Jean was the only adult up and around, and she seemed to be trying to ignore the whole thing.
All of the kids in the house knew what had happened. Some had already heard Kitty yelling outside, and had snuck to windows to listen. Others had awoken to Hank's exclamation, or the noise of doors being shut and opened again.
Others had heard Logan yelling from the first floor about being a man and being responsible.
But all of them knew that Lance and Kitty were in trouble, and all of them - save Jamie - had figured out why. The girls had seen Kitty come into their room late at night, and had heard the sniffling and the crying after she had buried herself in the sheets. The boys were surprised when Lance had gone to bed, breathing heavily as if he were very upset.
Jean had tried her hardest not to let her mind wander, but it had been hard. She had picked up on a few thoughts, and was ashamed for doing so. Now she was attempting to fix eggs for a few hungry mutants, trying to push the ideas from her head.
"Here you go...do you want some Kurt?" She pushed some fluffly looking eggs onto Amara's plate, and the girl smiled in thanks.
"Nein, but danke..."
Jean nodded sadly, knowing what was bothering Kurt. She put the remaining eggs on Tabitha's and Sam's plates.
"Do you want some toast, anything?"
"Nein, I'm not hungry."
"Kurt, you're always hungry..." Sam muttered from the end of the table. He piled some salt on his food, completely oblivious to Kurt's glare, and began wolfing it down.
"I zhink I'm going to talk a valk..."
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The blue mutant, holowatch activated, walked slowly through the trees around the house. Jean had warned him not to go too far, but he had barely been paying attention.
Why? Why had his Kätzchen done this to him?
Kurt exhaled heavily, eyes misting over with tears. Ever since he had met her, even when she had looked at him in disgust, or complained about his fur and his fangs, he had loved her. It hurt him deeply when she'd recoil in fright, even if it were just for a moment, and it hurt him deeper when she made subtle comments about his appearances.
But this...this hurt the most.
His anger had died down since he had left the suffocating confines of the house, and now he merely felt an aching sadness in his heart.
Was it Lance's bad boy persona that Kitty loved? Or was it his looks? His dark brown hair, his equally dark eyes?
Kurt would never look normal, no matter how hard he tried to act it for his Kätzchen. He would always have creepy yellow eyes, gleaming fangs that made kissing difficult, blue fur like some freakish animal. He's always have only two fingers and a thumb, awkward for holding hands in a movie theater. He'd always walk funny because of his toes.
And his tail. He'd always have a tail, with a spade, like a demon.
Honestly, Amanda had been the only girl who had ever really liked Kurt. She'd always told him he was beautiful, that his appearance was something to be proud of. His relationship with her had been the best thing to ever happen to him, for it had boosted his self esteem and confidence.
At least, it had until her parents had forbidden her from seeing him.
Amanda had refused to stop at first, telling Kurt that she'd always fight for him. But, as time went on, their time together faded. She began only seeing him in school, only talking to him between classes or at lunch. The non-mutant explained that it was hard for her to hide being with him from her parents, that they were becoming suspicious.
And then it had stopped altogether.
Kurt had been devastated when he realized that their love had died away, but he'd also been somewhat relieved. He'd liked Amanda, yes...possibly even loved her for a while, but his heart had always - always - been Kitty's.
And now that was ruined, too.
What would happen in the future, if a girl ever showed interest in him again? Would she still love him even after his watch was switched off?
And what if he ever had a baby with someone? He would never want to bring a blue, furry child into the world. He'd never subject a child to that kind of life.
They'd hate him for it.
Kitty would certainly never, ever want to have a child with him. Even when she matured, even when they became adults and moved out into the world, she would always look at him the same.
Kurt sat suddenly onto the ground, tears matting the fur beneath his eyes. He just wanted someone to hold him, to be with him and sit with him like normal people did, the subject of fur and fangs never coming up, never an issue. He wanted to be able to walk freely, or go swimming, without people staring.
Even at the institute, the first time he had taken his shirt off to dive into the pool, everyone had looked at him strangely as if they hadn't expected him to be completely covered in fur.
As if he were a freak.
And then Kitty had complained that his fur was shedding and in the water, that it was disgusting. She'd spat out some blue strands, caught in her mouth from jumping into the pool, and gagged in revulsion.
Kurt shivered.
It was suddenly colder around the place, a slight breeze ruffling his hair and fur. With a two fingered hand he wiped away the moisture on his cheeks. There was suddenly a wind blowing, colored leaves falling around him in swirls.
His sorrow forgotten, the German gasped.
Flying toward him, a bundle of blankets in his arms, was Magneto.
TBC...
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