Title: Kitty's Tale: A Scottish Werewolf in..err.. Scotland
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Once, long ago, in a place actually quite near here, there was an old abandoned cottage. The local people said that it was haunted and a whole bunch of ghosts lived there, but no one was brave enough to stick around and check.
Now, also on this dark and creepy night, a band of travelers were coming through the forest, unknowingly heading straight towards the haunted cottage.
The leader of this group was Hank the Brave, a strong and intelligent man. With him were different children that he had gathered from around the world. This group was on their way to visit Queen Moira, to offer her a gift from King Charlie from another kingdom.
Among this group was Kurt the Daring, a swashbuckling and charming young pirate, Piotr the Bold, who was tall and strong as a steel wall, the mysterious young magician known only as Rogue and the beautiful and graceful Princess Kitty.
What? Shut up, Pete. Fine, have it your way. Princess *Katherine*. Stupid royals.
Anyway, they were a whole bunch of them and they were walking through the forest together, heading straight for the haunted cottage. Kurt tried to keep their spirits up by singing old sea shanties but after the eighth verse of a particularly bad one, Rogue set a curse on him so that he would shut up.
They continued on in quiet as the forest grew darker.
"Sir Hank?" Piotr the Bold asked, "are you sure that we have not gotten lost?"
Hank the Brave stopped, took out a compass and looked around. "You know, I think we may just have."
"Fear not, kind sirs," Princess Katherine said regally, "I am sure that with my superior intellect we will be able to-"
Fine, fine, fine. Jeez. Everyone's a critic.
"You got us lost?" Princess Katherine whined, "I wasn't made to go wandering through forests!"
"Especially haunted one," Rogue muttered.
Katherine whirled on the enigmatic girl. "What did you say?"
"It is nothing," Hank the Brave assured her. "Just a superstitious legend."
"Yeah, just a superstitious legend about even the strongest of men and bravest of hunters getting lost in these woods, never to be heard from again," Rogue said.
Kurt struggled to talk and sighing, Rogue removed her curse. "My God! What have you gotten us into, Sir Hank? I hope it is something from which my charming personality and dashing good looks will be able to save us!"
"Well, if the murderous ghosts who live here think your cute, then I'm sure we'll be fine," Rogue snickered.
"Ep!" shrieked Princess Katherine, who jumped behind Piotr the Bold for protection.
"Children, children," Hank the Brave chided. "I thought all of you were smarter than to fall for local legend. Now come along, let us hurry to Queen Moira."
Muttering and sighing, the band continued on their way with Katherine clinging desperately to Piotr's arm.
Soon, they reached a clearing. On the edge of this clearing was the abounded cottage of legend. And just as they came upon it, the sky opened up and it began to pour.
"Hurry!" Hank the Brave said. "We must seek shelter in that cottage!"
"But that is the haunted cottage of legend!" Rogue exclaimed, looking around nervously. Piotr and Kurt only shrugged, following after Hank towards the shelter of the building. Katherine had already darted inside.
"Ugh!" Katherine sighed. "Just LOOK at this dress! It's COMPLETELY ruined." She turned to glare at Hank the Brave. "You're paying my cleaning bill."
"Didn't anyone hear what I said?" squeaked Rogue. "This place is haunted!"
"Relax, sister," said Kurt, who was her foster brother since his mother, who was also his father, had taken Rogue in when she was little, after he/she had given up Kurt...
Oh, whatever.
"Relax, friend," said Kurt. "I am sure that nothing is wrong. Besides, it is good to get out of the rain, yes?"
"Yes," agreed Piotr enthusiastically. "I was afraid I would rust out there in the rain."
Everyone looked at him with dubious expressions. "Say whaaaa?" Rogue muttered.
"Well, children," Hank jumped in, "as long as we are here, we should take advantage of this shelter. I say that we spend the night here and wait out the storm. Now, as I'm sure you are all as tired as I, I advise we try to catch some sleep."
With that, the group disbanded, scattering to different bedrooms. And, in quite a short time, the weary travelers had all fallen asleep, even the nervous Rogue.
That is, until Rogue heard the distinct sound of footsteps in her room and jumped up out of her sleep.
She screamed as she saw two demonic red eyes staring at her. Slowly, the rest of the body began to materialize around it. Rogue began sweating in her nightgown as the ghost stood at the foot of her bed, glaring at her.
"Greetings, mon ami," it sneered.
"Oh no," Rogue whispered. "It's the dreaded French ghost, the Rat of Swamp!!!!!"
The Rat only smirked more as a staff appeared in his hands. He moved towards her menacingly and Rogue screamed more one more time before she passed out from the fright.
Elsewhere, Rogue's screams had awakened the rest of the sleeping travelers. Piotr the Bold was instantly at his feet and was clamoring towards the door in order to save a possible damsel in distress when suddenly he found his path blocked.
Ahead of him stood a guy and a girl. They both looked particularly normal, except for the fact that they were both decapitated and holding their heads in their hands.
"Why do you run?" the girl's head asked.
"Stay and have some fun!" the guy chimed in.
"Stand back, foul creatures!" Piotr demanded, for he was very bold indeed. "I have to go find a damsel to rescue!"
Both heads laughed and to Piotr's horror, the two figures began to juggle their heads! Even as the heads were flying in the air, they continued to speak to him in teasing voices.
"Stay and play with us," the girl's head taunted.
"Or..er.. get hit by a bus!!!!" the guy's head added lamely.
Piotr cocked his head to the side. "That was a horrible rhyme."
"Everyone's a critic," growled the girl's head as it returned to its rightful owner.
The guy's head looked bemused and seemed to concentrate for several moments before saying, "I don't like rhetoric!"
A few bedrooms away, Katherine was not having such an enjoyable time. Instead, she was pacing her room, trying to figure out what to do. She had just conquered her nerves and was about to see what was wrong with Rogue when her room became covered with a heavy fog. Accompanying the smoke was a most fowl odor.
Coughing, trying desperately to breath, Katherine collapsed on the floor, clutching her throat. She looked up to see a male figure emerging from the smoke.
But this was no normal man. No, instead this man had twenty four arms and each hand was holding a lit and burning cigarette.
"Oh no!" coughed Katherine. "It's the dreaded Emphysema Man!"
Stop snickering, Pete. It's a bad habit and it's going to kill you.
I DON'T care about you, matter of fact. I just don't like dead people lying around.
Now, if I could PLEASE get back to the story..
Oh, don't cry Illyana. Don't worry, the Emphysema Man will get an intervention and he'll be fine. No one's gonna die.
What? What are you saying, Yana? You hear a wolf? Not a wolf? A...werewolf?!
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Kitty looked up, alarmed, clutching the sobbing little girl to her. Piotr had instantly gone into panic mode, scrambling over to his little sister while the rest of them looked surprised.
"C'mon Pryde," Pete growled, flicking his cigarette, "this supposed to be some kind of Halloween prank?" He looked over to the nervous Meggan who had reverted back to her original form and darted behind his back.
"No, I swear," Kitty said emphatically. "I have no clue what she's talking about."
Suddenly, everyone was silent as they heard a loud, echoing howl coming from close by.
"Yana," Kitty said, frantically, "why do you think that's a werewolf?"
"Cuz," the girl sniffed, "only werewolves come out at hollow inn."
"That's Halloween," Piotr corrected gently, "and it is not even Halloween, so don't be scared."
"It's not Halloween?" Illyana blinked her blue tearful eyes. "Everyone.. lied?!" She soon broke out into another bout of hysterics.
Pete growled and muttered something about shutting the rugrat up. "Look, gel," he said to Illyana, "if there's a werewolf, it would come to get us, right? Well, look, I'm gonna go to the door and nothin' gonna happen, see?"
The whole room was silent as Pete strode to the front door and threw it open. He stood there smirking for a few moments when they all again heard another piercing howl, this time much closer. Before anyone could react, a crimson wolf bounden through the door, past Pete and stopping short in front of the shocked group.
Piotr jumped to the front, shielding both Kitty and Illyana. "You will not hurt my friends!" he bellowed. "Now leave!"
"Dat be a wolf," Remy muttered, "Wolves no understan' English."
But apparently, this wolf did as it slowly stood on its hind legs. "Kitty? Kurt? Rogue?" it squeaked incredulously. Slowly the fur retracted to leave one scantly were-girl.
"RAHNE!" Kitty, Kurt and Rogue all screamed, running to attack the Scots girl with hugs. The rest of the group stood bemused, except for little Illyana who tottered up to Scot and rubbed the slight fur that remained on her legs.
"You're furry like Kurt!" the girl squealed happily. "Are you his momma?"
"Nae, ye wee one," Rahne giggled, messing up Illyana's hair affectionately. "But he is me friend."
Rahne then looked up and around at the various figures around the room, taking in dominatrix Kitty, French hooker Rogue, the M&M at the door and the male ballerina with an incredibly tight leotard.
"Can sumone tell me what's gonna on here?!"
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YEAH! Now wasn't that cute! So there ya go, I got Rahne in there for you Rahneman, on the same day that you got Kitty!!! Wow, look at the coincidences.
Incidentally, this might be one of the last really fluffy pieces for a while. I've got major plans for these European (and Kitty and Rogue) mutants and there is going to be a fair share of action, adventure, and my favorite word- ANGST! BAWAHAHA!!!
Er, yeah. But there will be good times again, so don't bail on me people! Thanks for all the reviews, I very much appreciate em :)
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Once, long ago, in a place actually quite near here, there was an old abandoned cottage. The local people said that it was haunted and a whole bunch of ghosts lived there, but no one was brave enough to stick around and check.
Now, also on this dark and creepy night, a band of travelers were coming through the forest, unknowingly heading straight towards the haunted cottage.
The leader of this group was Hank the Brave, a strong and intelligent man. With him were different children that he had gathered from around the world. This group was on their way to visit Queen Moira, to offer her a gift from King Charlie from another kingdom.
Among this group was Kurt the Daring, a swashbuckling and charming young pirate, Piotr the Bold, who was tall and strong as a steel wall, the mysterious young magician known only as Rogue and the beautiful and graceful Princess Kitty.
What? Shut up, Pete. Fine, have it your way. Princess *Katherine*. Stupid royals.
Anyway, they were a whole bunch of them and they were walking through the forest together, heading straight for the haunted cottage. Kurt tried to keep their spirits up by singing old sea shanties but after the eighth verse of a particularly bad one, Rogue set a curse on him so that he would shut up.
They continued on in quiet as the forest grew darker.
"Sir Hank?" Piotr the Bold asked, "are you sure that we have not gotten lost?"
Hank the Brave stopped, took out a compass and looked around. "You know, I think we may just have."
"Fear not, kind sirs," Princess Katherine said regally, "I am sure that with my superior intellect we will be able to-"
Fine, fine, fine. Jeez. Everyone's a critic.
"You got us lost?" Princess Katherine whined, "I wasn't made to go wandering through forests!"
"Especially haunted one," Rogue muttered.
Katherine whirled on the enigmatic girl. "What did you say?"
"It is nothing," Hank the Brave assured her. "Just a superstitious legend."
"Yeah, just a superstitious legend about even the strongest of men and bravest of hunters getting lost in these woods, never to be heard from again," Rogue said.
Kurt struggled to talk and sighing, Rogue removed her curse. "My God! What have you gotten us into, Sir Hank? I hope it is something from which my charming personality and dashing good looks will be able to save us!"
"Well, if the murderous ghosts who live here think your cute, then I'm sure we'll be fine," Rogue snickered.
"Ep!" shrieked Princess Katherine, who jumped behind Piotr the Bold for protection.
"Children, children," Hank the Brave chided. "I thought all of you were smarter than to fall for local legend. Now come along, let us hurry to Queen Moira."
Muttering and sighing, the band continued on their way with Katherine clinging desperately to Piotr's arm.
Soon, they reached a clearing. On the edge of this clearing was the abounded cottage of legend. And just as they came upon it, the sky opened up and it began to pour.
"Hurry!" Hank the Brave said. "We must seek shelter in that cottage!"
"But that is the haunted cottage of legend!" Rogue exclaimed, looking around nervously. Piotr and Kurt only shrugged, following after Hank towards the shelter of the building. Katherine had already darted inside.
"Ugh!" Katherine sighed. "Just LOOK at this dress! It's COMPLETELY ruined." She turned to glare at Hank the Brave. "You're paying my cleaning bill."
"Didn't anyone hear what I said?" squeaked Rogue. "This place is haunted!"
"Relax, sister," said Kurt, who was her foster brother since his mother, who was also his father, had taken Rogue in when she was little, after he/she had given up Kurt...
Oh, whatever.
"Relax, friend," said Kurt. "I am sure that nothing is wrong. Besides, it is good to get out of the rain, yes?"
"Yes," agreed Piotr enthusiastically. "I was afraid I would rust out there in the rain."
Everyone looked at him with dubious expressions. "Say whaaaa?" Rogue muttered.
"Well, children," Hank jumped in, "as long as we are here, we should take advantage of this shelter. I say that we spend the night here and wait out the storm. Now, as I'm sure you are all as tired as I, I advise we try to catch some sleep."
With that, the group disbanded, scattering to different bedrooms. And, in quite a short time, the weary travelers had all fallen asleep, even the nervous Rogue.
That is, until Rogue heard the distinct sound of footsteps in her room and jumped up out of her sleep.
She screamed as she saw two demonic red eyes staring at her. Slowly, the rest of the body began to materialize around it. Rogue began sweating in her nightgown as the ghost stood at the foot of her bed, glaring at her.
"Greetings, mon ami," it sneered.
"Oh no," Rogue whispered. "It's the dreaded French ghost, the Rat of Swamp!!!!!"
The Rat only smirked more as a staff appeared in his hands. He moved towards her menacingly and Rogue screamed more one more time before she passed out from the fright.
Elsewhere, Rogue's screams had awakened the rest of the sleeping travelers. Piotr the Bold was instantly at his feet and was clamoring towards the door in order to save a possible damsel in distress when suddenly he found his path blocked.
Ahead of him stood a guy and a girl. They both looked particularly normal, except for the fact that they were both decapitated and holding their heads in their hands.
"Why do you run?" the girl's head asked.
"Stay and have some fun!" the guy chimed in.
"Stand back, foul creatures!" Piotr demanded, for he was very bold indeed. "I have to go find a damsel to rescue!"
Both heads laughed and to Piotr's horror, the two figures began to juggle their heads! Even as the heads were flying in the air, they continued to speak to him in teasing voices.
"Stay and play with us," the girl's head taunted.
"Or..er.. get hit by a bus!!!!" the guy's head added lamely.
Piotr cocked his head to the side. "That was a horrible rhyme."
"Everyone's a critic," growled the girl's head as it returned to its rightful owner.
The guy's head looked bemused and seemed to concentrate for several moments before saying, "I don't like rhetoric!"
A few bedrooms away, Katherine was not having such an enjoyable time. Instead, she was pacing her room, trying to figure out what to do. She had just conquered her nerves and was about to see what was wrong with Rogue when her room became covered with a heavy fog. Accompanying the smoke was a most fowl odor.
Coughing, trying desperately to breath, Katherine collapsed on the floor, clutching her throat. She looked up to see a male figure emerging from the smoke.
But this was no normal man. No, instead this man had twenty four arms and each hand was holding a lit and burning cigarette.
"Oh no!" coughed Katherine. "It's the dreaded Emphysema Man!"
Stop snickering, Pete. It's a bad habit and it's going to kill you.
I DON'T care about you, matter of fact. I just don't like dead people lying around.
Now, if I could PLEASE get back to the story..
Oh, don't cry Illyana. Don't worry, the Emphysema Man will get an intervention and he'll be fine. No one's gonna die.
What? What are you saying, Yana? You hear a wolf? Not a wolf? A...werewolf?!
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Kitty looked up, alarmed, clutching the sobbing little girl to her. Piotr had instantly gone into panic mode, scrambling over to his little sister while the rest of them looked surprised.
"C'mon Pryde," Pete growled, flicking his cigarette, "this supposed to be some kind of Halloween prank?" He looked over to the nervous Meggan who had reverted back to her original form and darted behind his back.
"No, I swear," Kitty said emphatically. "I have no clue what she's talking about."
Suddenly, everyone was silent as they heard a loud, echoing howl coming from close by.
"Yana," Kitty said, frantically, "why do you think that's a werewolf?"
"Cuz," the girl sniffed, "only werewolves come out at hollow inn."
"That's Halloween," Piotr corrected gently, "and it is not even Halloween, so don't be scared."
"It's not Halloween?" Illyana blinked her blue tearful eyes. "Everyone.. lied?!" She soon broke out into another bout of hysterics.
Pete growled and muttered something about shutting the rugrat up. "Look, gel," he said to Illyana, "if there's a werewolf, it would come to get us, right? Well, look, I'm gonna go to the door and nothin' gonna happen, see?"
The whole room was silent as Pete strode to the front door and threw it open. He stood there smirking for a few moments when they all again heard another piercing howl, this time much closer. Before anyone could react, a crimson wolf bounden through the door, past Pete and stopping short in front of the shocked group.
Piotr jumped to the front, shielding both Kitty and Illyana. "You will not hurt my friends!" he bellowed. "Now leave!"
"Dat be a wolf," Remy muttered, "Wolves no understan' English."
But apparently, this wolf did as it slowly stood on its hind legs. "Kitty? Kurt? Rogue?" it squeaked incredulously. Slowly the fur retracted to leave one scantly were-girl.
"RAHNE!" Kitty, Kurt and Rogue all screamed, running to attack the Scots girl with hugs. The rest of the group stood bemused, except for little Illyana who tottered up to Scot and rubbed the slight fur that remained on her legs.
"You're furry like Kurt!" the girl squealed happily. "Are you his momma?"
"Nae, ye wee one," Rahne giggled, messing up Illyana's hair affectionately. "But he is me friend."
Rahne then looked up and around at the various figures around the room, taking in dominatrix Kitty, French hooker Rogue, the M&M at the door and the male ballerina with an incredibly tight leotard.
"Can sumone tell me what's gonna on here?!"
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YEAH! Now wasn't that cute! So there ya go, I got Rahne in there for you Rahneman, on the same day that you got Kitty!!! Wow, look at the coincidences.
Incidentally, this might be one of the last really fluffy pieces for a while. I've got major plans for these European (and Kitty and Rogue) mutants and there is going to be a fair share of action, adventure, and my favorite word- ANGST! BAWAHAHA!!!
Er, yeah. But there will be good times again, so don't bail on me people! Thanks for all the reviews, I very much appreciate em :)
