Hey people, I hope you stay tuned in. Things should be getting a little
more interesting. There also may be a few guest appearances by a few of
our favorite mutants. (Romy fans stay tuned.) Reminder- No Rietro in this
story, well maybe a little ^_-. K! Read and review please.
Chapter Eight-The Dead Cat
"You should like be more careful." A slender panther clothed in sleek black jeans, a purple and black tank, leaned casually against the doorframe. Twirling a black handgun in her right hand, clear blue eyes examining the two men before her. Her beautiful light brown hair hung around her shoulders. Her arms exposed showing long, lean muscles and golden tanned skin. Giving both men the impression of a battle worn Amazon, and Scott shuddered slightly. This couldn't be Kitty. Calmly, she stopped twirling the gun, catching it, she raised the barrel until it pointed right between Scott's eyebrows. "You like better start explaining. Why like are you like here?" She growled, light tones vibrating in her throat, echoing a primordial snarl.
Logan, unfazed by the young woman's demonstration, lazily turned one of the chairs around and took a seat. Watching carefully as her grip on the gun tightened, but never moved from where it was pointed. "We're looking for someone."
Flipping her hair behind one shoulder, a cold smile crossed her lips. "And I should like care why?" Her eyes flicked to Logan, there was nothing quizzical about her expression.
Logan scratched himself behind the ear. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his back he glanced at Scott. The younger man tensed ever so slightly. Gruffly Logan chuckled. Tossing out absently as if it were an afterthought. "We wondered if you were her. But you couldn't be. Sorry for imposing." Confusion flickered in Kat's eyes for a tenth of a second, just long enough for Logan to see. His craggy tough countenance spread into a warm smile. "We'll be on our way now." He stood.
Passing by Kat, who lowering her gun, muttered. "Get out Logan." His smile grew, but he brushed back his shaggy hair with rough fingers. Kat turned away from them. Walking into the room, her back to them, she surveyed the mess. "Hell. Like what a mess."
"Just a question." Logan said turning back. In the flickering light of the hallways his gruff features seemed more imposing than ever. "Won't take more than a moment."
Waspishly Kat snapped. "What!" Laying the gun on among the cluttered magazines of the table. An icy blue gaze frosted with hate drove itself, like icicles into the two men. "Like what now?"
Logan smiled, laying a rough hand against the peeling water stained wallpaper, bumpy beneath his fingers. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it silently, he breathed in the smoke. Watching the disgust spread across Kat's face, he knew. The same look, the one she'd used at the mansion. This panther was Kitty.
"Eww! Logan that's like so disgusting." Kitty said, disgust spreading across her countenance, as Logan lit his cigar. "Don't you know that's like going to kill you."
Logan chuckled, "It'd kill you sprout." He puffed, inhaling the smoke, allowing it to slide into his lungs and out again. "Not me." His gruff slightly hoarse voice reflected quietly. 'It's bad for the kids.'
Kitty shook her head, the spunky ponytail twisting vigorously in the air. "It's like a disgusting habit. And you shouldn't do it in the mansion." She squeezed her nose shut, and a high nasally voice bubbled. "I don't like understand, how you like stand the smell. It's like sooooo gross!" She cocked her head to one side, eyes widening slightly. Quiet confusion spreading over her visage. "And we'll like all DIE from second hand smoke!" She wrinkled her nose, confusion gone, appearing affronted.
"It's not so bad sprout."
"YES it is!" She shouted. "It like sooo is!"
This was Kitty, little spunky Kitty. He was sure. 'You've grown Kitty.' Shaking his head. 'Where's the spunky little bubbly valley girl gone?' He'd known she'd changed, but a part of him hadn't expected it. Instead of opening his arms and wrapping her in a big bear hug, he asked. "Your name is Kat Pryde?"
"What of it?" She snarled, 'What's the point of this! Hell! Go away!' Her thoughts screamed, wishing she was a telepath. Kitty boiled beneath a somewhat cool exterior. Nearly at her exploding point, her mind lunged at its chains. 'How did you like find us! Get away! I HATE YOU!' A cool voice filled her mind. 'I want to kill you.'
He scratched behind his ear. "You wouldn't be related to a Kitty Pryde would you?" His voice was calm, and he waited for her answer. Regarding each reaction as a sign.
Blanching at the name, she took several steps backwards. As if she'd been struck with a hammer. "No, she's dead. Like she died in the Wars." Kat answered. "A long time ago. I like knew her. Found the body. Somewhere up north." She shrugged aimlessly.
Logan nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to know. Thank you." He tossed her a twenty cubit coin. A fortune for earthfolk. "For your time."
Kat stared at the coin. Disgustedly she hurled it back. "I don't want your damn money!" Slamming the door behind her.
Chapter Eight-The Dead Cat
"You should like be more careful." A slender panther clothed in sleek black jeans, a purple and black tank, leaned casually against the doorframe. Twirling a black handgun in her right hand, clear blue eyes examining the two men before her. Her beautiful light brown hair hung around her shoulders. Her arms exposed showing long, lean muscles and golden tanned skin. Giving both men the impression of a battle worn Amazon, and Scott shuddered slightly. This couldn't be Kitty. Calmly, she stopped twirling the gun, catching it, she raised the barrel until it pointed right between Scott's eyebrows. "You like better start explaining. Why like are you like here?" She growled, light tones vibrating in her throat, echoing a primordial snarl.
Logan, unfazed by the young woman's demonstration, lazily turned one of the chairs around and took a seat. Watching carefully as her grip on the gun tightened, but never moved from where it was pointed. "We're looking for someone."
Flipping her hair behind one shoulder, a cold smile crossed her lips. "And I should like care why?" Her eyes flicked to Logan, there was nothing quizzical about her expression.
Logan scratched himself behind the ear. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his back he glanced at Scott. The younger man tensed ever so slightly. Gruffly Logan chuckled. Tossing out absently as if it were an afterthought. "We wondered if you were her. But you couldn't be. Sorry for imposing." Confusion flickered in Kat's eyes for a tenth of a second, just long enough for Logan to see. His craggy tough countenance spread into a warm smile. "We'll be on our way now." He stood.
Passing by Kat, who lowering her gun, muttered. "Get out Logan." His smile grew, but he brushed back his shaggy hair with rough fingers. Kat turned away from them. Walking into the room, her back to them, she surveyed the mess. "Hell. Like what a mess."
"Just a question." Logan said turning back. In the flickering light of the hallways his gruff features seemed more imposing than ever. "Won't take more than a moment."
Waspishly Kat snapped. "What!" Laying the gun on among the cluttered magazines of the table. An icy blue gaze frosted with hate drove itself, like icicles into the two men. "Like what now?"
Logan smiled, laying a rough hand against the peeling water stained wallpaper, bumpy beneath his fingers. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it silently, he breathed in the smoke. Watching the disgust spread across Kat's face, he knew. The same look, the one she'd used at the mansion. This panther was Kitty.
"Eww! Logan that's like so disgusting." Kitty said, disgust spreading across her countenance, as Logan lit his cigar. "Don't you know that's like going to kill you."
Logan chuckled, "It'd kill you sprout." He puffed, inhaling the smoke, allowing it to slide into his lungs and out again. "Not me." His gruff slightly hoarse voice reflected quietly. 'It's bad for the kids.'
Kitty shook her head, the spunky ponytail twisting vigorously in the air. "It's like a disgusting habit. And you shouldn't do it in the mansion." She squeezed her nose shut, and a high nasally voice bubbled. "I don't like understand, how you like stand the smell. It's like sooooo gross!" She cocked her head to one side, eyes widening slightly. Quiet confusion spreading over her visage. "And we'll like all DIE from second hand smoke!" She wrinkled her nose, confusion gone, appearing affronted.
"It's not so bad sprout."
"YES it is!" She shouted. "It like sooo is!"
This was Kitty, little spunky Kitty. He was sure. 'You've grown Kitty.' Shaking his head. 'Where's the spunky little bubbly valley girl gone?' He'd known she'd changed, but a part of him hadn't expected it. Instead of opening his arms and wrapping her in a big bear hug, he asked. "Your name is Kat Pryde?"
"What of it?" She snarled, 'What's the point of this! Hell! Go away!' Her thoughts screamed, wishing she was a telepath. Kitty boiled beneath a somewhat cool exterior. Nearly at her exploding point, her mind lunged at its chains. 'How did you like find us! Get away! I HATE YOU!' A cool voice filled her mind. 'I want to kill you.'
He scratched behind his ear. "You wouldn't be related to a Kitty Pryde would you?" His voice was calm, and he waited for her answer. Regarding each reaction as a sign.
Blanching at the name, she took several steps backwards. As if she'd been struck with a hammer. "No, she's dead. Like she died in the Wars." Kat answered. "A long time ago. I like knew her. Found the body. Somewhere up north." She shrugged aimlessly.
Logan nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to know. Thank you." He tossed her a twenty cubit coin. A fortune for earthfolk. "For your time."
Kat stared at the coin. Disgustedly she hurled it back. "I don't want your damn money!" Slamming the door behind her.