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Note: Sorry that this update took forever. I won't bombard you with excuses, but in case you'd like to know, this chapter is decently long, and I should have another one up in a few days. I think. So hopefully that makes up for my (incredibly) late update.
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Fear and EscapeBy: Bitrona
Kitty awoke with a start, blurry eyed and breathing heavily. There was something clammy on her face, and she tried to swipe it away. Instead, she came into contact with what felt like an arm. She gasped and quickly shrank away from the new threat. Kitty couldn't remember her nightmare, but she could distinctly remember being frightened. Shutting her eyes tight, she tried to will away whatever was attacking her. She vaguely wondered how it got past the mansion's security systems.
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It only took four seconds for Pietro to find Kitty snuggled up in his bed. Not surprisingly, it annoyed him to no end. 'The nerve of the girl! Helping her, I am, but she could have some courtesy to at least ASK before she gets all cozy in my bed! Of course if I were her, I'd be trying to get in my bed as fast as I could... not like it would do her much good. Poor bed hasn't seen any action for months...' Pietro wondered why he hadn't brought home any girls since he'd moved in. He soon realized that Kitty was the first person, besides a random TV repairman, to set foot inside his apartment.
'Oh well.' "Argh I'm thinking too much..." he mumbled. He decided to leave Kitty alone, and quietly closed the bedroom door, intent on making something to eat. Pietro actually was a heavy eater, and was lucky he had such high metabolism due to his mutation. He might not have been so well built, otherwise. After scarfing down some reheated pepperoni pizza, Pietro flopped down on the couch to watch some TV.
After ten minutes of rapid channel surfing, Pietro stalked over to the bookshelf to pick out a couple books to read. He was in the middle of his third novel that night when he heard a yelp from his bedroom. He moved closer to the door and called out to Kitty. "You in there! Pryde! You ok?" He was met with silence, and was growing impatient with what he assumed was Kitty's blatant ungratefulness. He opened the door, only to be met with the disturbing sight of Kitty thrashing on the bed. The sheets were tangled about her slight body, and her skin glimmered because of the sweat slowly covering her brow. Pietro ran to get a washcloth and was holding the damp piece of material against her forehead when she woke up a few minutes later. The washcloth had seemed to calm her, but as soon as she had woken up, she had attempted to hit his arm away. Pietro removed the washcloth from Kitty's forehead, and watched her shudder. Wondering what was causing the girl's odd behavior, he absent-mindedly fiddled with the washcloth in his hand. He felt so helpless, just sitting and not knowing what to do. Afraid to touch her, afraid to hurt her, afraid to fail her--for once in his life, Pietro was truly afraid.
"Damn it!!" Pietro cried, getting up from his position on the floor. He paced the over a section of the bedroom, rapidly increasing in speed. Faster and faster he walked, until he was jogging, then running. He felt the carpet flatten under his repeated steps, and realized he was about to lose control when he heard a voice.
"Quicksilver! Like, stop it!"
Surprised, Pietro skidded to a halt. He glanced at the floor--a rectangular patch of carpet was in the process of wearing away. The speed-demon sighed. He hated losing his cool.
Apparently Kitty had woken up recovered from her dream. Turning, Pietro considered asking if she was all right. In fact, he probably would have if he weren't so worked up from losing his cool. Instead, he glared at her and asked, "What do you want?"
"Like, you're asking me? Why are you in my room?!"
Pietro didn't even try to refrain from laughing sarcastically. "YOU'RE room? Why are you in MY bed?"
Kitty looked down. 'Uh oh... this isn't my bed... and this isn't my shirt... oh ew, this is DEFINATELY not my shirt.' Glancing around the room, she suddenly remembered the previous events. 'Oops, duh!' "Oh, like, my bad," she said aloud.
Whether or not she remembered her dream, she gave no outward signs of recollecting the frightening episode a few minutes earlier. Pietro decided against asking her about it, and figured his curiosity could wait for a more opportune time. Kitty broke him from his thoughts. "Um, you're like, holding a dripping washcloth."
Pietro looked down at his hand and realized she was correct. "Damn it again!!" In the next second he was throwing the washcloth into the washing machine. He opened the dryer and was about to race Kitty's clothes back into the bedroom for her to change, and was greeted with nothingness. 'Maybe she already got her clothes' he thought.
Kitty, meanwhile, was sitting in Pietro's bed, mentally kicking herself for not washing her clothes. 'How could I have just fallen asleep like that? Why am I like, so tired??' She stood up and glanced around looking for her clothes. Locating them, she scooped them up and headed off into the direction of the laundry room. Pietro, however, was returning into the bedroom and they collided head on, her clothes flying everywhere.
Immediately, Kitty dove to grab her underclothes. She reached her underwear, but her bra was nowhere in sight.
"Looking for this?"
Slowly, Kitty turned towards Pietro. Dangling off one long, beautifully sculpted finger was a lacy black bra. HER lacy black bra. Furious, Kitty stomped her foot. Unfortunately, her foot stomping escapade did nothing except make Pietro's smirk grow wider. "Give that back to me! I like, need that you know!"
Looking her over, Pietro replied, "Actually, it doesn't look like you do. Hmm… 30 B. Wow! I'm impressed! I take back my previous statement. Oh well, sucks for you now, doesn't it?" Pietro was really beginning to enjoy this. Kitty, however, wasn't. She scooped up her clothes for the second time and pushed past Pietro. Throwing everything into the washing machine, she turned it on and returned to the bedroom. On the large chair was a stack of clothes, her bra sitting happily on top. She picked up the clothes, and a note dropped to the floor.
[You didn't want clothes, but I got you some anyway. Couldn't have you running around the apartment in my shirt forever--what would the neighbors think? They should fit. There's a McDonald's down the street; I have no plans tonight.]
'Is he like, asking me out? That's fast. Ugh, how incredibly arrogant!' Returning her focus on the clothes, Kitty picked them up to examine them. She was surprised to find that they weren't completely abominable. 'If I didn't know of his previous reputation at Bayville High, I'd swear he was gay. His taste in clothes is WAY too good.' She picked up the tiny thong, and flushed in embarrassment. 'Figures he would get something like this,' she thought angrily. Not wanting to dwell on it, however, she closed the door, put on the piece of cloth, and picked up the knee length skirt and top. Putting them on, she was surprised to find that they fit pretty well. Not even wanting to think of how Pietro knew her size, Kitty twirled around a couple times before cautiously walking out of the bedroom.
Waiting for Kitty in the kitchen, Pietro was cleaning everything that could be seen. When he heard the bedroom door open, he put away all his supplies and went to find Kitty.
"Ready to get some quality dinner?"
"I like, don't eat hamburgers."
"Yeah, well, they've got salads and veggie burgers galore. Don't tell me you've never been to McDonalds! Geez Pryde, you're such a nerd."
"Fast food is like, SO unhealthy for you. No wonder you're so pale, Maximoff."
"Oh shut up and lets get going." Pietro said impatiently. "I'm hungry, and you are too."
Kitty sighed and silently admitted Pietro was correct in his last statement. "Fine, but like, you're totally paying." In the back of her mind, Kitty thought back to the note. 'So is this a date? If it is, it's a pretty darn cheap date. But… is it?'
(Second) Note: So, is it a date? Not a big cliffhangerish type thing to end this chapter, like it was with the other chapters, but I don't want EVERYthing ending all suspenseful. That would be too repetitive, and WAY too boring.
