The Aftermath of Avalanche
As the Blackbird hovered over the ground preparing to land, Rogue caught sight of Kitty through her window. She was huddled on the ground next to what appeared to be Lance's lifeless body. Rogue's eyes widened in horror. She heard Kurt gasp from the seat in front of her.
The Blackbird landed gently on the sand. Rogue jumped out of her seat and burst out of the plane, with Kurt right behind her. "Kitty!" shrieked Rogue. She knelt in the sand next to the younger girl. "Kitty, are ya okay? God Kitty, say something!"
Kitty lifted up her head to look at Rogue. Her eyes were hooded and lifeless. Her clothes were torn, her face and hands streaked with dirt, her hair was a mess, and she had a variety of scrapes covered in dried blood about her body. If she hadn't picked up her head, Rogue would have sworn that she was dead.
"Oh God. Oh God Kitty." Rogue reached out and pulled Kitty into a hug. "Thank the Lord you're alright."
Kitty began to cry. "Lance is d-dead Rogue. He's dead."
Her worst fears confirmed, Rogue glanced over at Lance. Logan and Scott were loading his body onto a stretcher. She felt something grip her heart. Lance had been the only member of the Brotherhood that she'd even remotely liked. A tear slid down her cheek and into Kitty's hair.
Jean and Evan stood a few feet away looking shell-shocked. Kurt looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say. Rogue was surprised at how sad she was. She had experienced plenty of hardship in her young life, and she had always thought that she could never feel any worse. But this tragedy was new to her, and it hurt. It hurt inside. She couldn't even imagine what Kitty was feeling right now.
Everyone slowly filed back onto the Blackbird, with Logan carrying Kitty. The ride home was silent, save for the sound of Kitty's quiet sobs from the back.
**************************Lance's Funeral*****************************
The day of the funeral of Lance Alvers dawned cool and bright. A small crowd of mourners was gathered at Bayville Cemetery to see the coffin lowered into the ground. The X-Men and the Brotherhood stood together along with the Professor and Mystique. Brought together by tragedy, a heavy silence hung over the group.
Pietro, Toad, and Blob slowly lowered the coffin into the cold earth. All of the girls were crying, and the boys were close to it. (even Scott) Kitty stood at the front in her best black dress, tears streaming down her face. She was leaning on Kurt for support. As he let go of the coffin, Pietro looked over at Kitty. She looked so beautiful, even though she was crying. He walked over to her and held out his arms. With a small cry, she fell into them. Both sobbing now, they clung to each other.
Anytime you feel like you just can't hold on
Just hold on to my love and I'll help you be strong
But you're so afraid to lose, and baby I can't reach your heart
I can't face this world that's keeping us apart
When I can be the one to show you
Everything you missed before
Just hold on now, cause I can be the one to give you more
Let you know
Anytime you need love baby I'm on your side
Just let me be the one I can make it alright
Anytime you need love baby you're in my heart
I can make it alright
Rogue looked away from Kitty and Pietro. She felt like she was intruding on an incredibly private moment. "Kurt, let's go take a walk. Those two look like they need some privacy." Kurt nodded mutely and followed Rogue up the hill. The other X-Men/Brotherhood members stepped back as well.
"Kitty," said Pietro quietly. "I'm sorry for what I said to you in the desert. It wasn't your fault, it was an accident. I was just so angry. I took it out on you and that wasn't fair. Please forgive me."
"It's okay," Kitty replied into his shoulder. "I'm just glad that you're not mad at me anymore." She was amazed at how much being in Pietro's arms comforted her. A second later, she felt horribly guilty for thinking about being in Pietro's arms. 'Lance just died, and already I'm thinking about other guys. I am such a horrible person,' Kitty though miserably. She began to cry softly again.
Pietro tightened his grip around her waist. Oh how he wished he could make it all go away. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
Kitty felt sick inside. Here she was supposed to be mourning Lance, but every time Pietro touched her, she felt like her heart was betraying Lance. She enjoyed it. She craved his touch more than she could handle. It was wrong it was awful, it made her sick. Kitty leaned over and threw up.
Pietro reached out and held her hair back until she was done. He rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. "You feel better now?"
Kitty stepped away from him. She couldn't bear for him to touch her anymore. It brought to life feelings that she had never felt before. It was too much. "I'm okay, thanks," she replied stiffly. "I better get back to the others. I'll see you later Pietro." Kitty walked off up the hill. When she reached the top, she turned around for one last longing look at Pietro. Sighing to herself, she got into the X-Van to go home.
Pietro was surprised and a little hurt by Kitty's sudden coldness towards him. Holding her in his arms had been indescribable. It was like time had stopped just for them. Just so they could be together for that one moment. The way she had clung to him- it made him feel wanted, needed. It was magic, truly it was.
***********************Midnight at the Mansion*************************
Kitty couldn't sleep. Lance's funeral had been almost too much to bear. Bits of it kept playing over and over again in her mind, along with the crash. Or even worse, she'd think of Pietro. And then that horrible guilty feeling washed over her. Kitty had never felt this low in her entire life. She felt like she didn't deserve to live. Finally giving up on sleep, she got out of bed and threw a sweatshirt on over her pajamas. She slowly phased outside.
30 minutes later, she was at the cemetery. She walked over to Lance's grave and laid down on it. "Oh Lance," she mumbled. "Why did you have to die? Everything was so much easier before. So much easier..." Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she fell asleep.
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Ugh, there it is. I was reading the whole thing over this morning, and I personally think it sucks. What do you guys think, should I continue it?
Notes: The song is "Anytime" by Kelly Clarkson. Thanks yet again to my reviewers, you guys rock.
As the Blackbird hovered over the ground preparing to land, Rogue caught sight of Kitty through her window. She was huddled on the ground next to what appeared to be Lance's lifeless body. Rogue's eyes widened in horror. She heard Kurt gasp from the seat in front of her.
The Blackbird landed gently on the sand. Rogue jumped out of her seat and burst out of the plane, with Kurt right behind her. "Kitty!" shrieked Rogue. She knelt in the sand next to the younger girl. "Kitty, are ya okay? God Kitty, say something!"
Kitty lifted up her head to look at Rogue. Her eyes were hooded and lifeless. Her clothes were torn, her face and hands streaked with dirt, her hair was a mess, and she had a variety of scrapes covered in dried blood about her body. If she hadn't picked up her head, Rogue would have sworn that she was dead.
"Oh God. Oh God Kitty." Rogue reached out and pulled Kitty into a hug. "Thank the Lord you're alright."
Kitty began to cry. "Lance is d-dead Rogue. He's dead."
Her worst fears confirmed, Rogue glanced over at Lance. Logan and Scott were loading his body onto a stretcher. She felt something grip her heart. Lance had been the only member of the Brotherhood that she'd even remotely liked. A tear slid down her cheek and into Kitty's hair.
Jean and Evan stood a few feet away looking shell-shocked. Kurt looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say. Rogue was surprised at how sad she was. She had experienced plenty of hardship in her young life, and she had always thought that she could never feel any worse. But this tragedy was new to her, and it hurt. It hurt inside. She couldn't even imagine what Kitty was feeling right now.
Everyone slowly filed back onto the Blackbird, with Logan carrying Kitty. The ride home was silent, save for the sound of Kitty's quiet sobs from the back.
**************************Lance's Funeral*****************************
The day of the funeral of Lance Alvers dawned cool and bright. A small crowd of mourners was gathered at Bayville Cemetery to see the coffin lowered into the ground. The X-Men and the Brotherhood stood together along with the Professor and Mystique. Brought together by tragedy, a heavy silence hung over the group.
Pietro, Toad, and Blob slowly lowered the coffin into the cold earth. All of the girls were crying, and the boys were close to it. (even Scott) Kitty stood at the front in her best black dress, tears streaming down her face. She was leaning on Kurt for support. As he let go of the coffin, Pietro looked over at Kitty. She looked so beautiful, even though she was crying. He walked over to her and held out his arms. With a small cry, she fell into them. Both sobbing now, they clung to each other.
Anytime you feel like you just can't hold on
Just hold on to my love and I'll help you be strong
But you're so afraid to lose, and baby I can't reach your heart
I can't face this world that's keeping us apart
When I can be the one to show you
Everything you missed before
Just hold on now, cause I can be the one to give you more
Let you know
Anytime you need love baby I'm on your side
Just let me be the one I can make it alright
Anytime you need love baby you're in my heart
I can make it alright
Rogue looked away from Kitty and Pietro. She felt like she was intruding on an incredibly private moment. "Kurt, let's go take a walk. Those two look like they need some privacy." Kurt nodded mutely and followed Rogue up the hill. The other X-Men/Brotherhood members stepped back as well.
"Kitty," said Pietro quietly. "I'm sorry for what I said to you in the desert. It wasn't your fault, it was an accident. I was just so angry. I took it out on you and that wasn't fair. Please forgive me."
"It's okay," Kitty replied into his shoulder. "I'm just glad that you're not mad at me anymore." She was amazed at how much being in Pietro's arms comforted her. A second later, she felt horribly guilty for thinking about being in Pietro's arms. 'Lance just died, and already I'm thinking about other guys. I am such a horrible person,' Kitty though miserably. She began to cry softly again.
Pietro tightened his grip around her waist. Oh how he wished he could make it all go away. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
Kitty felt sick inside. Here she was supposed to be mourning Lance, but every time Pietro touched her, she felt like her heart was betraying Lance. She enjoyed it. She craved his touch more than she could handle. It was wrong it was awful, it made her sick. Kitty leaned over and threw up.
Pietro reached out and held her hair back until she was done. He rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. "You feel better now?"
Kitty stepped away from him. She couldn't bear for him to touch her anymore. It brought to life feelings that she had never felt before. It was too much. "I'm okay, thanks," she replied stiffly. "I better get back to the others. I'll see you later Pietro." Kitty walked off up the hill. When she reached the top, she turned around for one last longing look at Pietro. Sighing to herself, she got into the X-Van to go home.
Pietro was surprised and a little hurt by Kitty's sudden coldness towards him. Holding her in his arms had been indescribable. It was like time had stopped just for them. Just so they could be together for that one moment. The way she had clung to him- it made him feel wanted, needed. It was magic, truly it was.
***********************Midnight at the Mansion*************************
Kitty couldn't sleep. Lance's funeral had been almost too much to bear. Bits of it kept playing over and over again in her mind, along with the crash. Or even worse, she'd think of Pietro. And then that horrible guilty feeling washed over her. Kitty had never felt this low in her entire life. She felt like she didn't deserve to live. Finally giving up on sleep, she got out of bed and threw a sweatshirt on over her pajamas. She slowly phased outside.
30 minutes later, she was at the cemetery. She walked over to Lance's grave and laid down on it. "Oh Lance," she mumbled. "Why did you have to die? Everything was so much easier before. So much easier..." Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she fell asleep.
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Ugh, there it is. I was reading the whole thing over this morning, and I personally think it sucks. What do you guys think, should I continue it?
Notes: The song is "Anytime" by Kelly Clarkson. Thanks yet again to my reviewers, you guys rock.