Lol, ok, first some reply's and first, a universal thank you to everyone
for reading this!
GiveGodtheGlory; thank you, I'm glad it was cute, and I can't wait for the next Grouch chapter.
Brynnmissy; well, I'm not really sure what you mean by extra drama, but I think... *checks ahead*.... nah, never mind, I don't wanna read all of this chappie to see, I can't remember if I refer any more to Jean's "death" or not, guess you'll have to keep reading! Lol.
Chaotic Jinx; Hey gurl! Glad u like my story! And guess what? I actually plan on finishing this, lol. Anyway, I am trying to keep into the movie Kurt's accent, and am not completely sure, I'll have to look at it again, because I'm not always sure if, for example, at the end of "how" it would be 'v' or the beginning of "who" because the w is silent. With the "ze"'s and "zat"'s, I don't know, I'll have to look into them more to, but thanks for the input!
Ashy; OK, ok, you brought up "Three Guests" again, I knew it was coming. And guess what? NO, because I HIT A WRITERS BLOCK THERE AND HAVE TAKEN OFF IN SEVERAL OTHER STORIES SINCE! But I may sometime, actually, I might look into it again, lol.
Well everyone, I luved reading the reviews, and here's an extra long chappie just for you! And don't forget to tell me whatcha think, this will be a slightly more- oh never mind, y'all will have to read it. Another quick note would be I've already finished this story, so all you have to do is keep reviewing to get more chappies, and you're nearly at the end, I'll tell ou that much! Lol, bye!
-Ice Lynx
PS The uh, dances? Not a real event anywhere, to my knowledge, I just made them up for the purpose of this story, well, the original plot line, which changed slightly, but I saw no point in- anyway they aren't as important now and they are not real to my limited vision, lol.
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A week later it was Friday, and all anyone was talking about was the parties. Kyle was up in her room with Jubilee, Rogue, and Kitty, looking at all of the girl's clothing to find something they could wear. They were all close to the same size, which was good because Kyle didn't have any dresses and needed to borrow. There was lots of candy being passed around, and all four girls were getting a little hyper and choosing odd clothes to wear, with the exception of a few practically nice-looking outfits.
"You should wear this one, Kyle," Rogue said, holding up a strapless aqua dress and ended at the knees and had a dark blue glitter design on its side. "It would go great with you hair, and eyes, and nails, and teeth-"
"Hey, my teeth aren't purple!" Kyle said, scowling.
"Yes they are," Jubilee informed her. Kyle rushed over to a mirror and looked at her purple-ish teeth.
"No!" she moaned. "I've been using whitening!"
"You should wear this dress though, and some purple high heels, I think Mia Gradstone may have some you could wear-"
"She needs something blue, but not that," Jubilee said, digging through her trunk of clothes. She emerged. "Here is your outfit Kyle," she said, holding up a blue mini skirt with a white tank top and a blue jacket. "With my black coots, you're gonna knock ol' Porcupine's spikes off!"
"No way," Kyle said, shaking her head. "Nope! I'll wear the dress, thanks Rogue."
"Hey, that's not Rogue's, that's mine!" Kitty said.
"Then thanks Kit," Kyle said, laughing. Kit shook her head but smiled while the other two laughed.
"So, Kyle, how is Mr. Cute-spikes doing?"
"I dunno, haven't talked to him really except when he asked me-" a knock on the door interrupted them and Kyle got up and opened the door to find Evan smiling at her.
"Hi," she said, surprised and wondering about her hair. It felt good to wonder about something like her hair like a normal teenage girl, Kyle hadn't felt that way in a long time. Kitty squealed but was then smothered by Jubilee and Rogue, and Kyle blushed.
"Hey," Evan said, looking at Kitty with narrowed eyes and a questioning smile.
"Still weird," Kyle said, shrugging.
"Yeah," he laughed. "Um, anyway, Aunt O said ya got a letter and sent me up with it," he said, handing her a white envelope. Kyle took it, frowning slightly and wondering who would send her a letter here. Kyle looked up and smiled at Evan, then remembered her teeth were purple and shut her lips fast, making Evan laugh.
"Hey, I think you're teeth are cool," he said. Then he looked over her shoulder as Kyle heard a crash and smiled again. "Well, uh, I better leave to you wake Kitty up- or never mind," an insane giggle came from behind Kyle and she smiled shyly.
"Well, thanks," she said. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya," Evan said, turning and walking away. Kyle turned around and shut the door, then burst into laughter. Jubilee was sitting on Kitty's chest, smothering the giggling girl with a pillow while Rogue watched with helpless laughter.
"OH man, you gotta learn to keep your mouth shut!" Jubilee said.
"Kyle, ha ha, ya gotta stop Jubes, hee hee hee, or she's kill Kit!" Rogue gasped in between laughing fits. Kyle calmly walked over and pushed Jubilee off Kitty with her foot.
"Thanks a lot," she said. Kitty sat up with a bright red face.
"Why'd ya have such a weird name?" she asked.
"Through a lot of wishing that by me being a Kyle I might turn into a boy," Kyle said. "Great, now a sugar high Kitty is sprouting out random questions. Anything else?"
"Who's the letter from?" Jubilee asked. Kyle looked down at the return address and saw there wasn't one. She shrugged and put it by her bed.
"I'll read it later," she said. "Probably junk mail anyway." And with that more candy was passed around, the radio turned up, and the search for perfect outfits continued.
That night Kitty and Jubilee returned to their room and Rogue giggled at Kyle, who was giggling herself and wearing the outfit Jubilee had said she should wear.
"Your legs are purple," Rogue laughed. Kyle growled at her.
"Well yours would to if you had purple hair and no time to shave," she said, then started to giggle again.
"Oh man, Scott and Ororo are gonna *kill* us if we don't get to bed," Rogue said, sighing and flopping on her bed. "Hey, what was in that letter anyway?"
"Dunno, haven't read it yet," Kyle said, shrugging and picking up the unopened letter, tearing the top off and almost ripping the paper inside. Rogue laughed.
"Not very good at opening letters?" she asked. Kyle snorted at her and then read the paper, finding it was no more than a couple lines. Her insides froze as she re-read the letter, and Rogue tried to look over the top of it to see what it was. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Kyle?" Kyle didn't reply for a moment, then forced a grin on her face and stuffed the letter under her mattress.
"Nuthin," she said, "Just- junk mail, credit card offers, you know- g'night." Rogue looked at her friend strangely.
"Credit card?" she repeated. Kyle got up when a dart exploded out of her wrist, burying itself into the opposite wall almost to the end. Rogue gaped at it. "Whoa, you sure there's nothing wrong? That was a powerful dart!" she said. Kyle walked over and grabbed it, trying to pull it out of the wall. Then she gave up, said good night again, and shut off the lights before Rogue could say anything else.
The next morning Rogue woke up and noticed that Kyle's bed was empty. Slowly the southern girl got up and stretched, looking around for her friend and then shrugging, knowing sometimes Kyle got up before her and would go to breakfast first.
Rogue walked down the hall with her things for a shower and other bathroom supplies, then found Jubilee waiting outside the door, looking incredibly board. Rogue groaned.
"Tell me Kitty is still in your room," she said. Jubilee smiled and shook her sleepy head.
"Nope, in the shower, went in twenty minutes ago," she said.
"KITTY!" Rogue yelled, pounding on the door. "GET OUTTA THERE BEFORE I MAAKE YOU COME OUT!"
"Aw," Kitty was heard groaning from inside. "But I haven't even conditioned- "
"GET OUT!"
"Ok, ok! Gimmie a sec!" Ten minutes later Kitty emerged, a towel wrapped around her waist and hair sopping wet. Jubilee made a face at her.
"Finally! I've been waiting all morning!" she said. Then she turned in to take a shower herself and crashed into the locked door. "ROGUE! I WAS FIRST!"
"TOO BAD SUCKER!" Rogue yelled, turning on the shower and laughing madly.
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That afternoon Rogue was still looking around for Kyle, and getting slightly worried while asking everyone if they had seen her. Finally she bumped into Hank, who apologized and then asked what was wrong when he saw Rogue's expression.
"I can't find Kyle," she said. "Has she been with you at all?" Hank shook his head.
"Perhaps she-" he started when Logan came up and glared at them,
"Have either of ya seen that kid, Kyle?" he growled.
"No, have you?" Rogue asked. Logan growled at her and held up an envelope. "Hey, that's the letter Kyle got yesterday! She said it was junk mail, where'd you get it?" Logan scowled.
"I found it," he said. "Right next to the place my bike should've been, but isn't." Rogue snatched the letter and opened it.
"Do you think it's wise to look in Kyle's personal mail?" Hank asked.
"Well if she's gone, maybe this'll tell us where she is," Rogue said, shrugging. She quickly read the note and her jaw dropped.
"What's wrong Stripes?" Logan asked.
"Oh my god, it's from some neighbor of hers," Rogue said. She looked up at Hank and Logan. "Her dad died last week."
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"I have located her," Xavier came out of Cerebro and looked at the X Men and Kyle's group of friends.
"Where is she?" Jubilee asked.
"She's at her house," Xavier replied. "Ororo, Scott, Logan and Kurt, I would like you to go talk with her. She needs to return to the school, otherwise she will be a ward of the state and could possibly end up in an orphanage, if she's found."
"Why would she be found?" Kitty asked. "It's not like there's anyone at her house."
"There could be relatives," Scott said. "Coming to pick things up from the house, and they could find her. If the family's disowned her, they'd turn her in, and friends would also." Xavier nodded.
"You'll need to be fast," he said. Scott, Ororo, Logan, and Kurt turned and walked away, leaving Rogue and her friends looking at Hank and the professor.
"Why'd she go back there without telling anyone? I mean, there's no one there, the letter told her not to go back, and she didn't even mention it to me!" Rogue said. Hank sighed.
"She may be upset, and not want to discuss the matter with us right now," he said. "That may be why she stole Logan's bike and went by herself." Rogue, Jubilee, and Kitty nodded when Kitty murmured something.
"What?" Jubilee asked. Kitty looked up.
"Someone should tell Evan," she said. "I don't think Kyle'll want to go to a dance tonight."
*****
Kyle sat in her father's chair, knees drawn up to her chin and arms hugging them in tight. She stared blankly at front door, which had a hole eaten into the side. A purple scab was slowly forming on her arm, where she had used a dart to cut it and pour her acidic blood onto the lock. Now the door was swinging open, a few papers blowing around inside the room and out onto the porch, which was bright in the morning sun. Directly in front of her were a few large pools of blood, and on the wall was more blood. The room itself was a mess, having been destroyed in a fight and robbery. Police tape made the outline of a body in the middle of the pools, where her father had been.
Kyle stared at the sun, wondering who was responsible for the robbery and murder. She knew it was because of her, once the neighborhood found out she had been a mutant... she had read a threat note that her father had thrown at her in a drunken rage the first night she was a mutant. It had told her father to kill or ship her off, or he would pay. Her father had told her that others accused him of being a mutant, and if he would go to hell for keeping her around.
It was her fault Sam Drakings was dead, it was her fault for getting herself caught in school, in the bathroom, trying franticly to make the dart sticking halfway out of her wrist disappear. She had almost shot the teacher when she walked into the bathroom, demanding to know why Kyle wasn't at her class. Kyle should have hidden, but she was too scared to do anything but cry and wonder how in the world she could possibly be a mutant, and why her eyes were turning purple, and why when the cops arrived the treated her like an animal, before her father showed up and grabbed her, shoving her into his car and driving her home for another four days of hell.
"My fault," Kyle said quietly, letting her hair fall out of its ponytail and across her face. Through the door she could see the porch, the sunlight, the oak tree in her front yard, the white picket fence she had once painted with her dad, before she had become a purple haired, purple eyes freak. The fence now had swears and curses spray painted on it. The oak had the number 666 on its trunk, and old eggs splattered on it. Yellow police tape, which she had torn through, blew around on the porch, and the motorcycle she had stolen was crashed on the front lawn, tearing up the grass tha had turned brown after her mother, the gardener in the family, had died. The woods across the street were the only things that hadn't changed.
Kyle remained in the chair, motionless, staring at the blood and the sunlight and the fence, not feeling the wind or warmth or seeing the person walked by and staring at her. After a little while she heard sirens in the distance, and knew they were coming to her house, but didn't move. Soon after a cop car swerved to a stop in the street in front of the house, and two police men jumped out of their car and aimed guns at her.
"Get out of that house, kid!" One cop shouted at her. Kyle didn't move and the two officers walked up, careful stepping over the bike and around the pools of blood, grabbing Kyle's hair and shoving her legs down.
"You're under arrest for breaking in and entering, and disrupting a crime scene, and- holy shit!" the officer let go when he saw her dull purple eyes and purple teeth. His partner backed away and aimed his gun at Kyle.
"One move, you're dead mutant," he growled. Kyle turned her head away from them.
"Go away," she said softly, not even seeing the fist until it connected with her jaw. The chair fell backwards and Kyle toppled out of it, landing on her stomach. Immediately the cop who had hit her jumped on her back and pulled out his handcuffs, and even though Kyle tried to shake him off her managed to handcuff her. Getting up he backed away a moment, then kicked her in the stomach. Kyle grunted and looked at him, trying to curl up and get away as he kicked her again.
"Damn you," the cop said. "You're the guy's kid aren't you? His little bitch," he kicked her again and then took out his own gun. "You know it's your own fault you're a mutant, and you know where you belong, so why didn't you just go off and finish yourself off when you had the chance?"
"Leave me alone," Kyle said, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to roll over and get up. Another kick sent her sprawling as the cop cocked his gun.
"You should have finished yourself off as soon as your eyes went purple," the cops sneered, coming forward and pressing the barely of his pistol against the bottom of Kyle's chin.
"Don't," Kyle said weakly.
"Or what?" the cop hissed. "You'll kill me?" Suddenly a bright red beam came out of seemingly nowhere and hit the cop who had his back to the door, sending him crashing against the opposite wall. The cop who had his gun under Kyle's chin spun around as Scott and Logan charged in. Immediately the Cops hauled Kyle up in front of him, using her as a shield from Scott's optic blasts. Scott and Logan froze as the warm day outside suddenly became dark, storm clouds from nowhere blocking out the sun and bringing a harsh wind with them.
"Who the hell are you?!" The cop shouted over the growing gale. Scott looked at Kyle, who looked back at him, terror in her eyes.
"Release Kyle," Scott said evenly. The cops glared at them.
"More mutants? What, is she a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, bub, and we'll tear yeh limb from limb if yeh don't let her go!" Logan snarled. The cops snorted.
"But if I let it go, you'll kill me anyway," he said. "Not much of a deal."
"We don't want to hurt you," Scott said in a low voice. "But we'll have to if yo do not let her go." The cop looked at them as the rumble of thunder boomed from outside, disguising the *bamf* sound that came from the unsuspecting cop. Kyle struggled slightly, but the cop pressed his gun against her harder and looked at Her purple head.
"You damn teenagers," he said. "Turning into mutants, thinking you can kill whoever you want," he looked up at the men. "You kill whoever you want, whenever you want, I hope to god they pass that law and then all of your asses will belong to-" suddenly a blue snakelike thing shot out from behind the cop and wrapped around his hand as two three-fingered hands grabbed the cop's shoulders and yanked hum backwards.
"Wha?!" the cop yelled. The gun exploded and Kyle felt herself flung to one side, her face feeling like it had caught on fire as she cried out. She heard a *bamf* sound as she fell away and Scott and Logan lunged forward, Logan grabbing the cops and helping Kurt pin him down while Scott rolled Kyle over, crying out in pain as her acidic blood washed over his hands.
"Scooter?" Logan said, looking back and Scott desperately clawed at his gloves, eventually getting them off, his hands bright red. He shook is head at Logan as the man began to rise and then looked at Kyle.
"Kyle," he said, careful to avoid her blood. "Kyle!" Kyle groaned as her blood flowed from the long scrape the bullet had blazed up the side of her face.
"My face," she whispered, "My hands-" Scott carefully rolled her back over and turned his visors down, snapping the handcuff in two and then rolling her back over as Ororo rushed into the room.
"Kyle!" she gasped, hurrying over and looking around, finding a blanket and putting it on the side of Kyle's face while Scott backed off and held his hands close. Able to move her hands again Kyle pushed Ororo away, sobbing.
"No, help him," she said. Ororo turned and looked at Scott.
"What happened?" she asked.
"My blood," Kyle said, holding the blanket close.
"HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE?!" the enraged cop screamed, struggling against Kurt and Logan's grip. Logan grunted.
"More than yeh think, bub," he said, punching the cop hard on the side of the head. The cop fell over unconscious and Kurt set him down, hurrying over to Kyle while Ororo looked at Scott's hands.
"Hank will need to look at both of you," Ororo said, helping Scott up while Logan hauled Kyle to her feet, ignoring the purple blood that started to eat at his uniform.
"Can yeh walk kid?" he asked. Kyle nodded and he grinned at her. "Yeh own me a bike," he said. Kyle looked at him, tears slowly falling down her face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Logan chuckled as he and Kurt helped her out of the house, following Ororo and Scott to the blackbird, which was parked in the middle of the street.
"Happens all the time," he said, "An Scooter'll be alright. Yeh had a right teh come back here."
"I couldn't face anyone," Kyle said, breaking down. Kurt put an arm around her gently as she stumbled, helping her up the ramp to the Blackbird and into a seat.
"Ve understand," he said. "I am sorry for your loss." Then he and Logan sat in the seats ahead while Ororo helped Scott put his seatbelt on, the man's hands still burning. As Ororo left to pilot the jet Scott smiled at Kyle.
"It's alright," he said, wincing slightly as the jet started up and jarred his hands against the seat. Kyle looked away, and cried silently until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
GiveGodtheGlory; thank you, I'm glad it was cute, and I can't wait for the next Grouch chapter.
Brynnmissy; well, I'm not really sure what you mean by extra drama, but I think... *checks ahead*.... nah, never mind, I don't wanna read all of this chappie to see, I can't remember if I refer any more to Jean's "death" or not, guess you'll have to keep reading! Lol.
Chaotic Jinx; Hey gurl! Glad u like my story! And guess what? I actually plan on finishing this, lol. Anyway, I am trying to keep into the movie Kurt's accent, and am not completely sure, I'll have to look at it again, because I'm not always sure if, for example, at the end of "how" it would be 'v' or the beginning of "who" because the w is silent. With the "ze"'s and "zat"'s, I don't know, I'll have to look into them more to, but thanks for the input!
Ashy; OK, ok, you brought up "Three Guests" again, I knew it was coming. And guess what? NO, because I HIT A WRITERS BLOCK THERE AND HAVE TAKEN OFF IN SEVERAL OTHER STORIES SINCE! But I may sometime, actually, I might look into it again, lol.
Well everyone, I luved reading the reviews, and here's an extra long chappie just for you! And don't forget to tell me whatcha think, this will be a slightly more- oh never mind, y'all will have to read it. Another quick note would be I've already finished this story, so all you have to do is keep reviewing to get more chappies, and you're nearly at the end, I'll tell ou that much! Lol, bye!
-Ice Lynx
PS The uh, dances? Not a real event anywhere, to my knowledge, I just made them up for the purpose of this story, well, the original plot line, which changed slightly, but I saw no point in- anyway they aren't as important now and they are not real to my limited vision, lol.
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A week later it was Friday, and all anyone was talking about was the parties. Kyle was up in her room with Jubilee, Rogue, and Kitty, looking at all of the girl's clothing to find something they could wear. They were all close to the same size, which was good because Kyle didn't have any dresses and needed to borrow. There was lots of candy being passed around, and all four girls were getting a little hyper and choosing odd clothes to wear, with the exception of a few practically nice-looking outfits.
"You should wear this one, Kyle," Rogue said, holding up a strapless aqua dress and ended at the knees and had a dark blue glitter design on its side. "It would go great with you hair, and eyes, and nails, and teeth-"
"Hey, my teeth aren't purple!" Kyle said, scowling.
"Yes they are," Jubilee informed her. Kyle rushed over to a mirror and looked at her purple-ish teeth.
"No!" she moaned. "I've been using whitening!"
"You should wear this dress though, and some purple high heels, I think Mia Gradstone may have some you could wear-"
"She needs something blue, but not that," Jubilee said, digging through her trunk of clothes. She emerged. "Here is your outfit Kyle," she said, holding up a blue mini skirt with a white tank top and a blue jacket. "With my black coots, you're gonna knock ol' Porcupine's spikes off!"
"No way," Kyle said, shaking her head. "Nope! I'll wear the dress, thanks Rogue."
"Hey, that's not Rogue's, that's mine!" Kitty said.
"Then thanks Kit," Kyle said, laughing. Kit shook her head but smiled while the other two laughed.
"So, Kyle, how is Mr. Cute-spikes doing?"
"I dunno, haven't talked to him really except when he asked me-" a knock on the door interrupted them and Kyle got up and opened the door to find Evan smiling at her.
"Hi," she said, surprised and wondering about her hair. It felt good to wonder about something like her hair like a normal teenage girl, Kyle hadn't felt that way in a long time. Kitty squealed but was then smothered by Jubilee and Rogue, and Kyle blushed.
"Hey," Evan said, looking at Kitty with narrowed eyes and a questioning smile.
"Still weird," Kyle said, shrugging.
"Yeah," he laughed. "Um, anyway, Aunt O said ya got a letter and sent me up with it," he said, handing her a white envelope. Kyle took it, frowning slightly and wondering who would send her a letter here. Kyle looked up and smiled at Evan, then remembered her teeth were purple and shut her lips fast, making Evan laugh.
"Hey, I think you're teeth are cool," he said. Then he looked over her shoulder as Kyle heard a crash and smiled again. "Well, uh, I better leave to you wake Kitty up- or never mind," an insane giggle came from behind Kyle and she smiled shyly.
"Well, thanks," she said. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya," Evan said, turning and walking away. Kyle turned around and shut the door, then burst into laughter. Jubilee was sitting on Kitty's chest, smothering the giggling girl with a pillow while Rogue watched with helpless laughter.
"OH man, you gotta learn to keep your mouth shut!" Jubilee said.
"Kyle, ha ha, ya gotta stop Jubes, hee hee hee, or she's kill Kit!" Rogue gasped in between laughing fits. Kyle calmly walked over and pushed Jubilee off Kitty with her foot.
"Thanks a lot," she said. Kitty sat up with a bright red face.
"Why'd ya have such a weird name?" she asked.
"Through a lot of wishing that by me being a Kyle I might turn into a boy," Kyle said. "Great, now a sugar high Kitty is sprouting out random questions. Anything else?"
"Who's the letter from?" Jubilee asked. Kyle looked down at the return address and saw there wasn't one. She shrugged and put it by her bed.
"I'll read it later," she said. "Probably junk mail anyway." And with that more candy was passed around, the radio turned up, and the search for perfect outfits continued.
That night Kitty and Jubilee returned to their room and Rogue giggled at Kyle, who was giggling herself and wearing the outfit Jubilee had said she should wear.
"Your legs are purple," Rogue laughed. Kyle growled at her.
"Well yours would to if you had purple hair and no time to shave," she said, then started to giggle again.
"Oh man, Scott and Ororo are gonna *kill* us if we don't get to bed," Rogue said, sighing and flopping on her bed. "Hey, what was in that letter anyway?"
"Dunno, haven't read it yet," Kyle said, shrugging and picking up the unopened letter, tearing the top off and almost ripping the paper inside. Rogue laughed.
"Not very good at opening letters?" she asked. Kyle snorted at her and then read the paper, finding it was no more than a couple lines. Her insides froze as she re-read the letter, and Rogue tried to look over the top of it to see what it was. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Kyle?" Kyle didn't reply for a moment, then forced a grin on her face and stuffed the letter under her mattress.
"Nuthin," she said, "Just- junk mail, credit card offers, you know- g'night." Rogue looked at her friend strangely.
"Credit card?" she repeated. Kyle got up when a dart exploded out of her wrist, burying itself into the opposite wall almost to the end. Rogue gaped at it. "Whoa, you sure there's nothing wrong? That was a powerful dart!" she said. Kyle walked over and grabbed it, trying to pull it out of the wall. Then she gave up, said good night again, and shut off the lights before Rogue could say anything else.
The next morning Rogue woke up and noticed that Kyle's bed was empty. Slowly the southern girl got up and stretched, looking around for her friend and then shrugging, knowing sometimes Kyle got up before her and would go to breakfast first.
Rogue walked down the hall with her things for a shower and other bathroom supplies, then found Jubilee waiting outside the door, looking incredibly board. Rogue groaned.
"Tell me Kitty is still in your room," she said. Jubilee smiled and shook her sleepy head.
"Nope, in the shower, went in twenty minutes ago," she said.
"KITTY!" Rogue yelled, pounding on the door. "GET OUTTA THERE BEFORE I MAAKE YOU COME OUT!"
"Aw," Kitty was heard groaning from inside. "But I haven't even conditioned- "
"GET OUT!"
"Ok, ok! Gimmie a sec!" Ten minutes later Kitty emerged, a towel wrapped around her waist and hair sopping wet. Jubilee made a face at her.
"Finally! I've been waiting all morning!" she said. Then she turned in to take a shower herself and crashed into the locked door. "ROGUE! I WAS FIRST!"
"TOO BAD SUCKER!" Rogue yelled, turning on the shower and laughing madly.
***
That afternoon Rogue was still looking around for Kyle, and getting slightly worried while asking everyone if they had seen her. Finally she bumped into Hank, who apologized and then asked what was wrong when he saw Rogue's expression.
"I can't find Kyle," she said. "Has she been with you at all?" Hank shook his head.
"Perhaps she-" he started when Logan came up and glared at them,
"Have either of ya seen that kid, Kyle?" he growled.
"No, have you?" Rogue asked. Logan growled at her and held up an envelope. "Hey, that's the letter Kyle got yesterday! She said it was junk mail, where'd you get it?" Logan scowled.
"I found it," he said. "Right next to the place my bike should've been, but isn't." Rogue snatched the letter and opened it.
"Do you think it's wise to look in Kyle's personal mail?" Hank asked.
"Well if she's gone, maybe this'll tell us where she is," Rogue said, shrugging. She quickly read the note and her jaw dropped.
"What's wrong Stripes?" Logan asked.
"Oh my god, it's from some neighbor of hers," Rogue said. She looked up at Hank and Logan. "Her dad died last week."
***
"I have located her," Xavier came out of Cerebro and looked at the X Men and Kyle's group of friends.
"Where is she?" Jubilee asked.
"She's at her house," Xavier replied. "Ororo, Scott, Logan and Kurt, I would like you to go talk with her. She needs to return to the school, otherwise she will be a ward of the state and could possibly end up in an orphanage, if she's found."
"Why would she be found?" Kitty asked. "It's not like there's anyone at her house."
"There could be relatives," Scott said. "Coming to pick things up from the house, and they could find her. If the family's disowned her, they'd turn her in, and friends would also." Xavier nodded.
"You'll need to be fast," he said. Scott, Ororo, Logan, and Kurt turned and walked away, leaving Rogue and her friends looking at Hank and the professor.
"Why'd she go back there without telling anyone? I mean, there's no one there, the letter told her not to go back, and she didn't even mention it to me!" Rogue said. Hank sighed.
"She may be upset, and not want to discuss the matter with us right now," he said. "That may be why she stole Logan's bike and went by herself." Rogue, Jubilee, and Kitty nodded when Kitty murmured something.
"What?" Jubilee asked. Kitty looked up.
"Someone should tell Evan," she said. "I don't think Kyle'll want to go to a dance tonight."
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Kyle sat in her father's chair, knees drawn up to her chin and arms hugging them in tight. She stared blankly at front door, which had a hole eaten into the side. A purple scab was slowly forming on her arm, where she had used a dart to cut it and pour her acidic blood onto the lock. Now the door was swinging open, a few papers blowing around inside the room and out onto the porch, which was bright in the morning sun. Directly in front of her were a few large pools of blood, and on the wall was more blood. The room itself was a mess, having been destroyed in a fight and robbery. Police tape made the outline of a body in the middle of the pools, where her father had been.
Kyle stared at the sun, wondering who was responsible for the robbery and murder. She knew it was because of her, once the neighborhood found out she had been a mutant... she had read a threat note that her father had thrown at her in a drunken rage the first night she was a mutant. It had told her father to kill or ship her off, or he would pay. Her father had told her that others accused him of being a mutant, and if he would go to hell for keeping her around.
It was her fault Sam Drakings was dead, it was her fault for getting herself caught in school, in the bathroom, trying franticly to make the dart sticking halfway out of her wrist disappear. She had almost shot the teacher when she walked into the bathroom, demanding to know why Kyle wasn't at her class. Kyle should have hidden, but she was too scared to do anything but cry and wonder how in the world she could possibly be a mutant, and why her eyes were turning purple, and why when the cops arrived the treated her like an animal, before her father showed up and grabbed her, shoving her into his car and driving her home for another four days of hell.
"My fault," Kyle said quietly, letting her hair fall out of its ponytail and across her face. Through the door she could see the porch, the sunlight, the oak tree in her front yard, the white picket fence she had once painted with her dad, before she had become a purple haired, purple eyes freak. The fence now had swears and curses spray painted on it. The oak had the number 666 on its trunk, and old eggs splattered on it. Yellow police tape, which she had torn through, blew around on the porch, and the motorcycle she had stolen was crashed on the front lawn, tearing up the grass tha had turned brown after her mother, the gardener in the family, had died. The woods across the street were the only things that hadn't changed.
Kyle remained in the chair, motionless, staring at the blood and the sunlight and the fence, not feeling the wind or warmth or seeing the person walked by and staring at her. After a little while she heard sirens in the distance, and knew they were coming to her house, but didn't move. Soon after a cop car swerved to a stop in the street in front of the house, and two police men jumped out of their car and aimed guns at her.
"Get out of that house, kid!" One cop shouted at her. Kyle didn't move and the two officers walked up, careful stepping over the bike and around the pools of blood, grabbing Kyle's hair and shoving her legs down.
"You're under arrest for breaking in and entering, and disrupting a crime scene, and- holy shit!" the officer let go when he saw her dull purple eyes and purple teeth. His partner backed away and aimed his gun at Kyle.
"One move, you're dead mutant," he growled. Kyle turned her head away from them.
"Go away," she said softly, not even seeing the fist until it connected with her jaw. The chair fell backwards and Kyle toppled out of it, landing on her stomach. Immediately the cop who had hit her jumped on her back and pulled out his handcuffs, and even though Kyle tried to shake him off her managed to handcuff her. Getting up he backed away a moment, then kicked her in the stomach. Kyle grunted and looked at him, trying to curl up and get away as he kicked her again.
"Damn you," the cop said. "You're the guy's kid aren't you? His little bitch," he kicked her again and then took out his own gun. "You know it's your own fault you're a mutant, and you know where you belong, so why didn't you just go off and finish yourself off when you had the chance?"
"Leave me alone," Kyle said, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to roll over and get up. Another kick sent her sprawling as the cop cocked his gun.
"You should have finished yourself off as soon as your eyes went purple," the cops sneered, coming forward and pressing the barely of his pistol against the bottom of Kyle's chin.
"Don't," Kyle said weakly.
"Or what?" the cop hissed. "You'll kill me?" Suddenly a bright red beam came out of seemingly nowhere and hit the cop who had his back to the door, sending him crashing against the opposite wall. The cop who had his gun under Kyle's chin spun around as Scott and Logan charged in. Immediately the Cops hauled Kyle up in front of him, using her as a shield from Scott's optic blasts. Scott and Logan froze as the warm day outside suddenly became dark, storm clouds from nowhere blocking out the sun and bringing a harsh wind with them.
"Who the hell are you?!" The cop shouted over the growing gale. Scott looked at Kyle, who looked back at him, terror in her eyes.
"Release Kyle," Scott said evenly. The cops glared at them.
"More mutants? What, is she a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, bub, and we'll tear yeh limb from limb if yeh don't let her go!" Logan snarled. The cops snorted.
"But if I let it go, you'll kill me anyway," he said. "Not much of a deal."
"We don't want to hurt you," Scott said in a low voice. "But we'll have to if yo do not let her go." The cop looked at them as the rumble of thunder boomed from outside, disguising the *bamf* sound that came from the unsuspecting cop. Kyle struggled slightly, but the cop pressed his gun against her harder and looked at Her purple head.
"You damn teenagers," he said. "Turning into mutants, thinking you can kill whoever you want," he looked up at the men. "You kill whoever you want, whenever you want, I hope to god they pass that law and then all of your asses will belong to-" suddenly a blue snakelike thing shot out from behind the cop and wrapped around his hand as two three-fingered hands grabbed the cop's shoulders and yanked hum backwards.
"Wha?!" the cop yelled. The gun exploded and Kyle felt herself flung to one side, her face feeling like it had caught on fire as she cried out. She heard a *bamf* sound as she fell away and Scott and Logan lunged forward, Logan grabbing the cops and helping Kurt pin him down while Scott rolled Kyle over, crying out in pain as her acidic blood washed over his hands.
"Scooter?" Logan said, looking back and Scott desperately clawed at his gloves, eventually getting them off, his hands bright red. He shook is head at Logan as the man began to rise and then looked at Kyle.
"Kyle," he said, careful to avoid her blood. "Kyle!" Kyle groaned as her blood flowed from the long scrape the bullet had blazed up the side of her face.
"My face," she whispered, "My hands-" Scott carefully rolled her back over and turned his visors down, snapping the handcuff in two and then rolling her back over as Ororo rushed into the room.
"Kyle!" she gasped, hurrying over and looking around, finding a blanket and putting it on the side of Kyle's face while Scott backed off and held his hands close. Able to move her hands again Kyle pushed Ororo away, sobbing.
"No, help him," she said. Ororo turned and looked at Scott.
"What happened?" she asked.
"My blood," Kyle said, holding the blanket close.
"HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE?!" the enraged cop screamed, struggling against Kurt and Logan's grip. Logan grunted.
"More than yeh think, bub," he said, punching the cop hard on the side of the head. The cop fell over unconscious and Kurt set him down, hurrying over to Kyle while Ororo looked at Scott's hands.
"Hank will need to look at both of you," Ororo said, helping Scott up while Logan hauled Kyle to her feet, ignoring the purple blood that started to eat at his uniform.
"Can yeh walk kid?" he asked. Kyle nodded and he grinned at her. "Yeh own me a bike," he said. Kyle looked at him, tears slowly falling down her face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Logan chuckled as he and Kurt helped her out of the house, following Ororo and Scott to the blackbird, which was parked in the middle of the street.
"Happens all the time," he said, "An Scooter'll be alright. Yeh had a right teh come back here."
"I couldn't face anyone," Kyle said, breaking down. Kurt put an arm around her gently as she stumbled, helping her up the ramp to the Blackbird and into a seat.
"Ve understand," he said. "I am sorry for your loss." Then he and Logan sat in the seats ahead while Ororo helped Scott put his seatbelt on, the man's hands still burning. As Ororo left to pilot the jet Scott smiled at Kyle.
"It's alright," he said, wincing slightly as the jet started up and jarred his hands against the seat. Kyle looked away, and cried silently until she fell into an uneasy sleep.