Childish
Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt Wagner, or any of the X-Men Marvel comic/movie/cartoon characters that may be mentioned in the duration of this piece of writing. However, Amy and her family and friends are owned by me, as I thought them into some sort of abstract reality, so no stealing them.
Chapter 7
Kurt nearly fell to his knees when he saw Amy. She was sitting at the small table, her elbows up on the table and her legs curled under her in the chair. He noticed her face first, lifeless and dull as he had never seen before. And the reason why he had seen her face first was because there was no more hair to distract the eye. She had cut it all off.
" Amy. Oh my god, Amy. Amy!" Kurt rushed forwards, knocking the other chair over in his haste to get to her and he went to his knees this time, hugging Amy around the shoulders as he sobbed.
Amy sat still as a stone. She didn't want this. He had left her. He didn't care about her anymore. His tears were fake.
" Amy, I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I was hurt too, things on me were broken. I'm so sorry Amy, please." He pressed his face so hard into her shoulder that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. " Amy, why? Why would you do something like this?"
That got a reaction out of her and she pushed him away. Not with her mind, which she could have done easily, but with her hands, knocking him back onto his butt. She stood and snarled at him.
" You left me alone, Kurt," She spat, her hands tightening into fists as she stared down at his human image. It made him easier to hate, to know that he was hiding behind something that he wasn't. " I waited and waited for you that night and you didn't come. You didn't e-mail me or anything, and when I couldn't take it anymore, well, Mummy Dearest here will have spilled the beans on what I did."
She caressed the inside of one wrist and Kurt turned his head to the side, gagging. He didn't want to throw up, but her pain was making him sick. Hers and his own. He had made her like this. Oh gods.
Kurt, don't worry. I've got Jean, Logan and Storm on thier way there. Xavier's calming voice came into his mind and he nodded.
" Amy, please forgive me. I was sick that night, My arm was broken, for heavens's sake, and my collorbone." He got to his feet as well. " I would have e-mailed you, but I forget, you know that. I think I was waitng for you to do it first."
" That's disgusting, blaming me for it." Amy spat. " You could have had Kitty or one of the others send me word about it instead of letting me worry all those long times."
She put out her hand and steadied herself on the chair, falling to her knees and closing her eyes. She let out a huge breath and it shook. She put her hand on her forehead and the movement pulled the sleeve of her uniform up, showing the long scar from wrist to elbow on her arm. It must have been the same on the other arm too.
" Amy, how many drugs do they have you on?" Her mother asked, saying something finally.
" A few that are only availible to the institute. They've got me on this new one, though, that is supposed to inhibit my mutant abilities so that I don't go crazy and rampage again." She laughed dryly. " It's making me sick to my stomach, but doesn't do shit about my powers."
There was a few moments of silence and then Kurt caught her eye again and she stood. " I hate you Kurt. You broke a promise to me, and I hate you for it." Her eyes pinpointed so that her pupils were swimming in a sea of blue. " Do you know what was in the treehouse when it was on fire? Everything that you had ever given me. Everything that the people at the Institute."
She barked out a laugh. " Except for Logan's knife. That was what I used to kill myself. He'll be glad to know that it got put to such a good use."
" I wouldn't be saying it was a good use, girlie." Said a gruff voice from the doorway.
They had arrived.
" Mrs. MacConnors, we'll be taking Amy to Xavier now." Jean said with a forceful voice. " She'll be taken care of, don't worry."
" I won't. I've been waiting for you people to take notice of her. Took you long enough." Her voice was filled with disgust. " Peter kept saying that you would show up for her like you had for him, but you never did."
Amy's head snapped around to look at her mother. " Papa was a mutant too?" She asked, her voice small and innocent as if she was eight again. " And you never told me?"
Amy screamed, one long, loud shriek. The overturned chair rose up in the air and headed for her mother, the ends of the legs pointed like knives. Logan moved quickly, knocking it aside. Jean raised her hands and Amy flew into the air, fighting to get down.
" Amy, go to sleep." Jean said, something in her voice iron-hard and unforgiving.
Amy fought the command for a few moments, but she couldn't. She was just a telekenetic, not a telepath like Jean was. She slumped in the unseen bubble that Jean had surrounded her with and Storm went to go help Kurt over to them. Jean lowered Amy and Logan picked her up in his arms, nodding to her mother as he walked out the door with her.
" Take care of her, okay?" Mrs. MacConnors asked.
Kurt turned around. " I promise."
Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt Wagner, or any of the X-Men Marvel comic/movie/cartoon characters that may be mentioned in the duration of this piece of writing. However, Amy and her family and friends are owned by me, as I thought them into some sort of abstract reality, so no stealing them.
Chapter 7
Kurt nearly fell to his knees when he saw Amy. She was sitting at the small table, her elbows up on the table and her legs curled under her in the chair. He noticed her face first, lifeless and dull as he had never seen before. And the reason why he had seen her face first was because there was no more hair to distract the eye. She had cut it all off.
" Amy. Oh my god, Amy. Amy!" Kurt rushed forwards, knocking the other chair over in his haste to get to her and he went to his knees this time, hugging Amy around the shoulders as he sobbed.
Amy sat still as a stone. She didn't want this. He had left her. He didn't care about her anymore. His tears were fake.
" Amy, I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I was hurt too, things on me were broken. I'm so sorry Amy, please." He pressed his face so hard into her shoulder that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. " Amy, why? Why would you do something like this?"
That got a reaction out of her and she pushed him away. Not with her mind, which she could have done easily, but with her hands, knocking him back onto his butt. She stood and snarled at him.
" You left me alone, Kurt," She spat, her hands tightening into fists as she stared down at his human image. It made him easier to hate, to know that he was hiding behind something that he wasn't. " I waited and waited for you that night and you didn't come. You didn't e-mail me or anything, and when I couldn't take it anymore, well, Mummy Dearest here will have spilled the beans on what I did."
She caressed the inside of one wrist and Kurt turned his head to the side, gagging. He didn't want to throw up, but her pain was making him sick. Hers and his own. He had made her like this. Oh gods.
Kurt, don't worry. I've got Jean, Logan and Storm on thier way there. Xavier's calming voice came into his mind and he nodded.
" Amy, please forgive me. I was sick that night, My arm was broken, for heavens's sake, and my collorbone." He got to his feet as well. " I would have e-mailed you, but I forget, you know that. I think I was waitng for you to do it first."
" That's disgusting, blaming me for it." Amy spat. " You could have had Kitty or one of the others send me word about it instead of letting me worry all those long times."
She put out her hand and steadied herself on the chair, falling to her knees and closing her eyes. She let out a huge breath and it shook. She put her hand on her forehead and the movement pulled the sleeve of her uniform up, showing the long scar from wrist to elbow on her arm. It must have been the same on the other arm too.
" Amy, how many drugs do they have you on?" Her mother asked, saying something finally.
" A few that are only availible to the institute. They've got me on this new one, though, that is supposed to inhibit my mutant abilities so that I don't go crazy and rampage again." She laughed dryly. " It's making me sick to my stomach, but doesn't do shit about my powers."
There was a few moments of silence and then Kurt caught her eye again and she stood. " I hate you Kurt. You broke a promise to me, and I hate you for it." Her eyes pinpointed so that her pupils were swimming in a sea of blue. " Do you know what was in the treehouse when it was on fire? Everything that you had ever given me. Everything that the people at the Institute."
She barked out a laugh. " Except for Logan's knife. That was what I used to kill myself. He'll be glad to know that it got put to such a good use."
" I wouldn't be saying it was a good use, girlie." Said a gruff voice from the doorway.
They had arrived.
" Mrs. MacConnors, we'll be taking Amy to Xavier now." Jean said with a forceful voice. " She'll be taken care of, don't worry."
" I won't. I've been waiting for you people to take notice of her. Took you long enough." Her voice was filled with disgust. " Peter kept saying that you would show up for her like you had for him, but you never did."
Amy's head snapped around to look at her mother. " Papa was a mutant too?" She asked, her voice small and innocent as if she was eight again. " And you never told me?"
Amy screamed, one long, loud shriek. The overturned chair rose up in the air and headed for her mother, the ends of the legs pointed like knives. Logan moved quickly, knocking it aside. Jean raised her hands and Amy flew into the air, fighting to get down.
" Amy, go to sleep." Jean said, something in her voice iron-hard and unforgiving.
Amy fought the command for a few moments, but she couldn't. She was just a telekenetic, not a telepath like Jean was. She slumped in the unseen bubble that Jean had surrounded her with and Storm went to go help Kurt over to them. Jean lowered Amy and Logan picked her up in his arms, nodding to her mother as he walked out the door with her.
" Take care of her, okay?" Mrs. MacConnors asked.
Kurt turned around. " I promise."
